Fro Me To You Carnival 5.22.08

Graduation is an important time in a student's life. I have been thinking about graduation lately. Partly because it is that time of year, the fact that I think I may never finish my MBA at the rate I am going, and that one of my favorite bloggers recently finished her degree.

As I mentioned in my Fro post last week, my senior year of high school was unusual to say the least. Lack of regular parental supervision left me to my own devices most of the time. Although many parties were held in my honor at my home, it was always clean and the fridge was always full (thanks to working at the local Hy-Vee). If you have been a reader of mine for some time now you know I have moved around A. LOT. My carefree gypsy spirit provided me the opportunity to live in many exciting and beautiful places bu did not do much for my transcripts. I remember telling hubs in 1999, "we will not move from North Carolina until I finish my degree". Five years later in Florida I found myself saying "we will not leave this state until I am done with this BS". I walked in 2006 and moved back to Missouri the same spring.

These thoughts of graduating made me turn to my photo site to reminisce. The photo of my high school graduation is of me and my sister's boyfriend of a few years, Steve. He was a great guy and like a brother to me. As you can see, I was pretty happy that day. You might also notice I am wearing the little hat the "proper" way. I hated to see all my girlfriends with the little hat propped on the back of their heads with bobby pins everywhere. Too much stress for me; who wants to worry about keeping that thing on when I was worried enough about tripping.












The photo of my college graduation is of me and hubs. Oh, you thought that was Billy Idol? Ha! I did too. You see, while I was practicing and waiting in the grand stand of the TECO Arena, hubs was hanging out with friends. One of these friends is a hair stylist. They got bored. They bleached hub's hair. During the ceremony hubs sent me a text that he had surprise for me. This was not the jewelry I was expecting. Especially since we had family pictures scheduled for two days later. I may be happy to be graduating, not so happy about the hair. Leave a man with a hairstylist and bad things can happen.