Happy Winter

I was going to post the lyrics to “The Shortest Day of the Year” from The Boys from Syracuse in honor of this day, but I couldn’t find them online, and I also can’t find my cassette with the soundtrack.

So, no Rodgers & Hart for you all. Sorry.

Commencement Weekend Wrapup

Post-Graduation Flowers and a Kiss

On Friday afternoon, the final class of 2006 robed up, walked across the stage to the applause of our families, and got our diploma holders.
Afterwards, we had a yummy dinner down at Boulevard, and then hightailed it up to the Sonoma Mission Inn for a round of winery visits, some more great food, a little relaxation, and some precious time with Scott and my parents.
I’m very tired, but I had a fantastic weekend.
Dad shot a brief video of me, which I need to upload somewhere. It’s very short (13 seconds) and not all that thrilling but still, I’m glad he took it.

UPDATE 12/18: OK, I tried to put the video on GooTube. Let’s see if it worked.

I Survived Managerial Accounting!

That was not a fun final.

I teared up a little at the end, though, because that was officially it.

I’m done.

Unless something goes badly awry, I’m getting my diploma on Friday.

There’s a lot more I could say, and I probably will soon enough, but right now I’m beat. I’m going to cuddle with the kitties & go to sleep early.

Hey, Lady: Stay Off 72nd Street

It’s things like this that really make you wonder about the laws of probability. What are the odds that two massively unusual events would happen to the exact same person?

A woman whose apartment was burned in the high-rise crash of New York Yankees pitcher Cory Lidle