What Shall We Do With The Child

After a semester of Matt learning all sorts of new tricks, I decided that instead of Christmas cards, I’m sending out Christmas CDs. I usually write an “anti-Christmas letter” letter…hm, maybe I should post those? Anyway, I go against that whole Christmas letter grain, mainly because I am irritated by people who either complain about how sick they were this year, or who brag about how perfect their little angels were. (cough, cough, Ron’s family and friends, cough)

A few years ago, my mom bought Matt everything he needed for a home recording studio. He has since upgraded a little at a time, so it’s the next step up from a beginner studio, and he has a killer piano. Some day he’ll sound proof his place, although it may not be necessary, since he said he saw the studio he gets to use next semester and it is glorious.

Both of my kids have natural vocal talent, although I truly wish they would take a basic vocals class. I learned so much about how to breathe in my years of choir. I did teach them some things just by the fact that we all sing or listen to music for hours each day. When I was married to their dad, the stereo was on way more often than the television. Even now, if Aubrey and I are in the car, we either have the radio on or we have an mp3 player plugged in to the speakers, and we’re singing at the top of our lungs.

When Matt was little, I was a HORRIBLE mother. We would go out with our friends to listen to live music and just take Matt with us. It didn’t matter that is was from 10 pm to 3 am. It’s no wonder that his sleep schedule is non-existent as an adult, since he didn’t have one as a toddler. None of us drank or smoked (thank goodness)…we all drank tea and ate fries or pie. I’m sure the wait staff hated us for taking up a table for so many hours, especially in a place that usually had a 45 minute wait for a table. In spite of all that, Matt was exposed to live music from a very early age, and music in general from conception.

In essence, music is their lives, just like breathing and eating. It’s who they are. No matter what else they may do for their careers, they will still sing and play instruments and be silly or serious, depending on their moods.

Today, I am taking my children to lunch and then we are going to Matt’s so he can record Aubrey. I’m going to video tape them, because they are a riot to watch. They argue constantly, roll their eyes at each other, and tell each other how much the other one sucks. I just hope that Aubrey LISTENS to Matt. Just like not everyone has a supermodel in their house, not everyone has a music producer, either. Matt knows what sounds good and what sounds right, and he tells her what she needs to do, but getting her to do it is a whole different problem.

So take a second or two and listen to a few of Matt’s original songs by going to http://www.MatthewWrightMusic.com. “Nevermind,” “Can’t Sing the Blues,” and “Baltika” are all original compositions. “La Dispute” was just about him showing me that he could play something from sheet music, instead of just by ear.

Here’s Aubrey singing Anna Nalick’s “Consider This a Warning” and yes, that is her in all of the pics.

Here is Matt doing a cover of Karmin’s “Take It Away” which sounds NOTHING like the original. Matt rewrote the music, and yes, that is him on both piano and vocals:

The video actually does tell a story, if you pay attention…it’s about a kid wanting to make it to Carnegie Hall. I have full faith that someday I will see Matt on that stage, just as I have faith that he will someday score tv shows, commercials, video games, and movies.

The only sad thing is that their father knows nothing about them, in spite of living less than two miles from our old place, and now three miles from our new place. He’s never heard Matt sing and play, and he’s never seen Aubrey’s modeling pics. He knows nothing about how funny, brilliant, and sarcastic they are. It’s his loss; the kids aren’t missing anything. They are loved and adored without him, and they consider Ron to be their dad. I guess we know who Matt will be thanking when he gets his first Grammy….

“who’s got your eyes, my hair, and your smile, reminding me that we fell in love, but just for a little while.”

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Sunshine On My Shoulders

Woot! I’m not sure why I’m suddenly so popular (cue the music from Wicked!), but I’ll take it. It’s such an honor just to be read, but being nominated for the Sunshine Award is even more exciting. Thank you SO much to Sliced Science for the nomination. Sliced Science‘s blog is all about explaining everyday science questions in short, quick answers that are easy enough for teens (or those of us without degrees from MIT) to understand, so check it out by clicking on the link!

I haven’t been nominated for a blog award in quite a while, and one of the rules is that I must nominate 10 other blogs. This is a great time for me to get to know some of my new followers, and pass around some blog lovin’ so you can get to know them, too!

There are only four rules to the Sunshine award, and they’re easy: include a link (and say Thanks!) to the blog that nominates you; answer the “get to know you” questions; nominate 10 other bloggers and link to them; and last but not least, let those blogs know that you nominated them. Really, that fourth one is important, because as a blogger who doesn’t get out much, I sometimes tend to feel like I’m blogging into a vacuum. Knowing that other people not only read my stuff but think it’s worthy of recognition makes my entire month.

Now for the questions!

1. Who is your favorite philosopher? Hm…David Wilcox. Okay, he’s not really a philosopher, but is a singer/songwriter, and his songs have gotten me through some tough times. I love the philosophy of music, as you may have noticed that all of my blog post titles are lyrics or titles to various songs. I’ve listened to David since I was 16 years old, so that was…a really long time ago. Hell, that was two husbands, two kids, and two divorces ago! While I know they are way too busy over there to respond to an award, I do want to recognize his importance to me, so check out his blog and his music at www.DavidWilcox.com. If you’re lucky enough to live near where he’ll be in concert, GO! He’s great to listen to on CD, but seeing him live is a whole ‘nother thing. He’s an even better story teller than he is a singer, and that is truly saying something!

2. What is your favorite number? I have two…my kids’ cell phone numbers. I know that’s not what the question meant, but really, these are the two numbers that I can’t live without. I talk to my son almost every day, and my daughter and I text throughout the day, especially when she’s letting me know that she got somewhere safely.

3. What is your favorite animal? I can only pick one? I’d have to say the pit bull. They are the sweetest, smartest, most stubborn, loving, affectionate, misunderstood dogs. I know lots of pit owners who agree. My favorite one is my friend Leigh’s dog, Mia. Whenever I’m up there and it gets cold, she always comes to snuggle with me.

 4. What are your Facebook and Twitter? I refuse to tweet. While I appreciate the original facebook limitation of 420 characters to get one’s point across, and I recognize that it made me a much tighter writer, tweeting is useless to me. I do good to keep up with blogs and facebook friends. My facebook is www.facebook.com/pages/A-Wonderous-Life/151399731626135, or you can just click on that link over there on the left that says “Like”!

5. What is your favorite time of day? Any time when the house is quiet. That usually means early morning, late night, and right after my daughter leaves for work. I cherish that quiet time because that’s usually when I write. I especially treasure waking up in the morning, putting a fire in the fireplace, curling up under my quilt, and typing away.

6. What is your favorite holiday?  Halloween. I love seeing all the little kids in their cute costumes and the influx of FRESH chocolate in the stores beforehand. Christmas is a close second, mainly because I enjoy seeing people’s reactions to gifts.

7. What is your favorite physical activity? LOL! My son would say it’s sitting on my ass, but I’d have to say swimming. I learned to swim and snorkel when I was three, and I could live in water. Actually, let me correct that… my OCD issues require that I be in moving water. I can’t handle lakes, and I can only tolerate pools if they are super ultra clean…even then, I have to scrub and scrub after I get out of the pool, because I know I’m covered in other people’s funk.

8. What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink? A venti, non-fat, no-foam mocha with 2.5 pumps mocha syrup, 3 pumps cinnamon dulce, 1 splenda, and 195 degrees, STIRRED like James Bond likes his martinis shaken, with whipped cream. I like to sit with a can of whipped cream, and add some every few sips, but that only works if I’m at home. I know four people who have my drink order saved as texts in their phones. When they stop to get coffee for me, they just hand their phones over to the cashier.

9. What is your passion? My family, photography, writing, and crafting. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the order, but sometimes it might change, depending on my mood.

10. What is your favorite flower? Gerbera daisies. I fell in love with them when I was in Finland for a month in the summer of 2000. They thrive in cooler climates, so they are everywhere in Finland. Yet another reason I want to move north! Trying to grow them down here is just cruel, as they die within days.

Here are my nominations for the Sunshine Award, in no particular order:

www.theimaginationmuscle.com Being a photographer, I am fascinated by other people’s photography. Anna is not only an amazing photographer, she’s an incredible fiber artist. Her blog is always a joy to read, even if you just look at the pictures.

thebettermanprojects Evan is the kind of guy a mother wishes her daughter could meet. His blog is all about his journey to become a better man. It’s inspirational and motivational, and gives me warm fuzzies.

StitchKnit Sue is not only an insane genius fiber artist, she’s also a wonderful mentor. I’ve only known her for a few months, and she has made me a much better crocheter. She’s always willing to answer my crazy stupid questions, and her sense of humor is a bright spot in my day. Not only does she have a great blog, she is on Etsy: http://www.etsy.com/shop/StitchKnit

mothstoaflame OMG, I can totally relate to Moth’s misadventures, as I’m sure you will, too. Hilarious writing, “things that I thought only happened to me,” and dating adventures that any singleton (or married person) can appreciate. I highly recommend peeing before reading her blog, just to avoid any undue “accidents.”

stitchedupmama I did say that one of my passions is crochet, and stitchedupmama is everything I hope to be someday. Her creations are unique attention grabbers, and her blog features fabulous pictures of her crochet adventures. Check out her store links here: http://stitchedupmama.wordpress.com/shopping-online/

buddhakat.wordpress.com Being a spiritual person (not a religious one), it can sometimes be difficult to find others of like mind. Buddhakat is just that person for me, and their blog features not only thoughtful posts, but also some great fractal art!

stakedintheheart.com It is always a humbling honor to be followed by an actual author. Carolina is an expert on dating advice, as well as the author of a teen vampire novel, Sweet Savage Blood. She’s also GORGEOUS!

littlepoppits This is a blog/diary of a haggard mother, and she has some great ideas for keeping kids busy. She also has some impressive crochet projects, as well as other crafts.

twinklesparkleshine I always appreciate others who find grace and gratitude in everyday things. TwinkleSparkleShine is just such a blog, about everyday pleasures, including crafting (of course!).

sapphireartist Another lovely blog about the everyday journey of life. Not only does she write a good story, she has such beautiful photos to go with them.

I realize that not everyone has the time to do all the work expected from a blog award, but I love them. I also like letting other bloggers know how much I appreciate and grow from reading their blogs. Whether you use WordPress, Blogger, or some other blog forum, the fact is we are a community of strangers sharing our private thoughts with people that we consider friends. Because of this, it is fun to get to know something other than what is on your “about” page. So play along if you have time, but don’t feel guilty if you don’t. Just know that you are read and enjoyed, so keep doing what you’re doing.

Thanks again to Sliced Science for the nomination, and for encouraging me to sit still long enough to get to read more than just the few posts that show up in my feed. Although this has substantially shortened my Cyber Monday shopping, I’ve enjoyed it…and I’ve likely saved money in the process.

“makes me happy…Sunshine on my shoulders makes me cry…”

I Need A Story To Tell

This holiday season is lopsided. Normally by this time, I have about 20 presents for Aubrey and still haven’t figured out what to get Matt. This year, I’m officially done with Matt’s presents, and I have exactly two Woot shirts and a couple of stocking stuffers for Aub. I spent the morning scouring Etsy, and did order one thing for her. The problem with Etsy is major choice overload. Unless you know exactly what to query for, you end up with 97 pages of things like “olive oil soap.” I went through 32 pages before I gave up because my brain hurt.

Hopefully I will have more luck at the Peace Market tomorrow. Last year I found her this amazing gourd purse that is intricately carved and dyed, for a whopping $22. I usually manage to knock two or three people off my list at the Peace Market, including my father-in-law, who is the only person more impossible than my mom.

In addition to my kids, I have to find something for my mom and three of my nieces. Because our families are big enough, we draw names at Thanksgiving, so each person only has to get something for one other person. It saves us a fortune, and allows me to be slightly more creative. My niece is incredibly easy, as she wears makeup, but owns none of her own. Yup, that one is done, thanks to the ELF sale. She also asked me if I would make her a chain maille bracelet, so I have to get on that as soon as I finish up my friend’s shawl.

My mom is more difficult to shop for, and I don’t think she has ever liked a single gift that I’ve ever given her. Generally, if she wants something, she just gets it for herself, which leaves little to work with when the holidays or her birthday come around. Whereas Aubrey and I are psychically linked, I don’t have that bond with my mom, so I don’t just “know” what she would like. In stark contrast, Aubrey knows exactly what type of things I love, and last year was her greatest triumph. She got me a dragonfly pendant from Etsy, a pair of heart earrings and a butterfly pashmina from a vendor at her school, and a manicure set from a kiosk at the mall. While I was a little iffy on the manicure set, it turned out to be one of my most favorite gifts, as I ended up with killer nails after using it for a couple of weeks.

I put a lot of thought and effort into everyone’s gifts and there is often a handmade item or two. With my kids, there is usually a theme each year; one year, every one of Aubrey’s gifts was an art supply of some kind. Matt’s gifts generally have a music theme; guitar strings, pick sets, sheet music, piano lessons, etc… It’s also not Christmas without Matt getting something with a polar bear on it, and chocolate orange candies in his stocking. Aubrey knows that one of her gifts is always a box of Russell Stover’s chocolates; unlike Godiva, Russell Stover’s is gluten free, although their facility is not GF dedicated.

So this year, I have my work cut out for me. I think I will let it ride for the moment, and hope that an idea will surface eventually. I may come across the perfect thing on craigslist, or at a craft fair, or maybe at some ritzy boutique in Austin. Meanwhile, I am going to concentrate on upcycling something for Aubrey. I’ve seen some pretty amazing creations on Etsy (all out of my price range), and since the sewing machine is set up and all my supplies have been unearthed, I think I can make a version of what I’ve found.

If anyone has any mom-gift ideas, please post them in the comments!!

“I’ve never been so deep inside a shadow. I’ve never been so insecure of what I know…”

Everything We Want And What We Really Need

Today is a day for giving thanks, whether it be to some deity in the sky, or just to each other. No matter what your spiritual persuasion, today is for counting your blessings, or at least thinking of all the things and people for which you are grateful.

I haven’t in a while, but I used to regularly do what I call a “gratitude check.” Here is my gratitude check for today; may it spark a memory of something that you are thankful for, but may have forgotten about.

I am thankful that although my children work opposite schedules today which means we can’t spend the day together, it also means that in this fretful economy, they both have jobs. They both love where they work, so they are happy, which makes me happy.

I am thankful that my husband is also well employed, with a company that is making it clear they plan to advance him in the near future. His job is secure, and he also loves what he does.

I am thankful for my dogs and cat. For a while, it was somewhat questionable if we would have Oreo (our cat) around for much longer. After pulling all of his teeth and putting him on a gluten free diet, he seems to be in remission. When I started to write this, he was snuggled next to my arm, fat and happy. I’m sure he is thankful for his smelly fish and raw poultry.

I am thankful for our crappy house. I know that right now, a large portion of the northeast is either homeless or dealing with recovering from super storm Sandy. The incredibly small mortgage payment on this place has enabled us to start digging our way out of all our medical debt, for which I am also thankful. We may only have one bathroom, a hideous kitchen, and a laundry room that is primed but not painted, but everything is functional.

I am thankful for my incredibly talented children. With Matt’s newly learned skills in how to mic, record, mix and master, I am going to have the greatest Christmas card ever. Matt and Aubrey are working on recording five songs (two each and one duet) for a CD that I will send out as our holiday greeting. Who needs a Christmas letter about playing golf and traveling when instead, I get to show off my kids’ musical genius?

I am thankful for my incredibly patient, caring, supportive husband. He may drive me crazy with all of his nagging about my taking better care of myself, but he nags out of love. Ron bears the brunt of running this house, from shopping to cooking to laundry, all on top of his 50 hr work week. He is my gold at the end of my rainbow, and I cannot imagine my life without him.

I am thankful for my good days, even when they are far outnumbered by my bad days. I may have an excruciatingly painful illness, but it’s chronic, not terminal. In other words, I can live with it. I’m thankful for all of my pain management, be it chemical or physical, as it makes life bearable.

Lest I forget, I am thankful for you, my dear readers. You not only take the time to read my ramblings, you actually LIKE them. I may never be Erma Bombeck (rest her soul), but you certainly make me feel like it is somehow possible.

So on this day, let us remember that although we may not have all the things that we want, it is more important to have the things that we need. Face the world with an attitude of gratitude, and you may be surprised at all that you really have.

“Send some rain, would You send some rain? ‘Cause the earth is dry and needs to drink again
And the sun is high and we are sinking in the shade
Would You send a cloud, thunder long and loud? Let the sky grow black and send some mercy down.
Surely You can see that we are thirsty and afraid
But maybe not, not today, maybe You’ll provide in other ways
And if that’s the case …

We’ll give thanks to You with gratitude
For lessons learned in how to thirst for You
How to bless the very sun that warms our face
If You never send us rain

Daily bread, give us daily bread
Bless our bodies, keep our children fed
Fill our cups, then fill them up again tonight
Wrap us up and warm us through
Tucked away beneath our sturdy roofs
Let us slumber safe from danger’s view this time
Or maybe not, not today
Maybe You’ll provide in other ways
And if that’s the case …

We’ll give thanks to You with gratitude
A lesson learned to hunger after You
That a starry sky offers a better view
If no roof is overhead
And if we never taste that bread

Oh, the differences that often are between
Everything we want and what we really need

So grant us peace, Jesus, grant us peace
Move our hearts to hear a single beat
Between alibis and enemies tonight
Or maybe not, not today
Peace might be another world away
And if that’s the case …

We’ll give thanks to You with gratitude
For lessons learned in how to trust in You
That we are blessed beyond what we could ever dream
In abundance or in need
And if You never grant us peace …

But, Jesus, would You please … “

Will You Still Need Me?

In a classic “the Universe is out to get me” move, I am currently flat on my back, waiting to recover from what I’m sure is a “wet tap” headache. Last Friday, I had cervical epidural steroid injections. They normally aren’t a big deal, but I’m allergic to contrast dye. If you’ve seen the movie, Hitch, with Will Smith, I swell up about as bad as Hitch does after eating shellfish. Without the contrast dye, they have to be slightly more creative with guiding the very large needle…in other words, my doctor is essentially shooting blind. While this is the third time I’ve had spinal injections, this is the first time I’ve had a “wet tap,” otherwise known as a dural puncture. A dural puncture causes a leak of cerebral spinal fluid, which then causes the veins in the cerebral cavity to swell in order to compensate for the lack of pressure. It will eventually resolve itself (I hope!), but it couldn’t come at a worse time, considering tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and then there is Black Friday.

My son, ever aware of when it hurts most to laugh, called me and sure enough, I ended up laughing myself into excruciating pain:

Matt: “Did you see the links I posted to your facebook?”

Me: “Which ones? The Crayola light desk? You’re not getting that.”

Matt: “I know, I just thought it was cool. But I really do need a hand vac.”

Me: “Why do you need a hand vac?”

Matt: “It’s not like I eat in bed or anything, and I always dust off my feet before I lay down, but my bed is always full of crumbs and dust and stuff, so it’s itchy.”

Me: “It’s probably dead skin cells sloughing off your body. You need to use a scrubbie or a washcloth when you shower.”

Matt: “I have a loofah.”

Me: “But do you use it? It doesn’t do any good just sitting there.”

Matt: “Mom, I’m single and trying to get a girlfriend. I loofah, trust me!”

Yes, at the ripe old age of 24, my son is looking for a serious relationship. While his last relationship seemed to be perfect, they were really at different places in their lives, so it didn’t quite work out. She’s a lovely girl (we’re even fb friends), smart, beautiful, and successful. However, she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of a musician boyfriend who was scrabbling to get by. It died a slow, painful death, but before she left, she was instrumental in his getting his shit together. Now my slacker child has a such a high average in one of his classes, he’s exempt from the final presentation.

It’s crazy to think that by his age, I had two kids and had been married for almost five years. I look at my children and as amazing as they are, I would never trust either of them to raise a kid right now. Of course, I spent their entire young lives brainwashing them into believing that they could not get married until they graduated from college. They may be suffering from subliminal messages…in other words, I think it worked.

It’s nice to know that when I’m old and incontinent, my son will be there to make sure I pee the bed. When I do something nice, he tells me that he’ll be sure to put me in the nursing home that has the lingerie style diapers. When I don’t do what he wants, he says he’s going to put me in the nursing home where they use the residents as cheap labor.

Fortunately for me, my daughter tells me that she’ll make sure I have my own little guest house on her land, and if I get too bad off, she’ll smother me with a pillow. Isn’t it great to be so loved?

“Will you still feed me, when I’m 64?”

Brand New Pair of Levi Blues

Yay! Yesterday was a huge and exciting day in our household, for two reasons. One, the cat had all of his teeth pulled in a last effort to cure his stomatitis. We’re hoping this does the trick, because we’d like to keep him around for a while. We’re also going to put him on a gluten free diet, and stick with tuna, sardines, raw chicken, and raw beef. He’s thrilled, as those are his favorite foods. Since he’s happy, that makes him snuggly and sweet, which is NOT his normal personality.

The second excitement was having our new (to us) washer and dryer installed, and the walls patched and primed in the laundry room. While the handy guys did the majority of the priming, they couldn’t do the baseboards, as they are too dirty, so sometime tomorrow, Ron and Aubrey will knock those out and do a second coat of priming. It takes a lot to cover florescent lime green. They guys will be back on Monday to finish up, and then I have to decide how I want to decorate it. I’ll likely chop up some IKEA white voile curtains and make them just short enough to fit the windows. Now that the dryer is properly placed (as well as it could be with the water pipe constraints), the room seems so much bigger, so there is space for a table for folding clothes. I may build a window seat, so the cat has a place to lie outside. The guys are installing some Closetmaid shelves that I have lying around, and those will go directly behind the dryer.

That still leaves plenty of wall space for either stencils or a large sticker. I may go with the sticker, as I’m trying to keep everything as neutral as possible, so that we don’t have to repaint when we go to sell.

Ron got to use the new appliances first last night, as he needed something to wear to an early morning conference today. Other than the washer needing to be leveled (not a huge surprise), he said they work really well, and have all kinds of fancy knobs. I’m going to give it a go in just a bit and wash up some fabric.

After hearing how much it cost to redo that room, including paint, supplies, labor, appliances, and delivery, it was still MUCH less than buying a new washer dryer set, and they wouldn’t have been anywhere near as snazzy. Ron asked if I really thought it was worth it. I told him I’m taking pictures of before and after to our next marriage counseling appointment, so she can tell him that YES, it desperately needed to be repainted in order to make it easier to sell.

It’s funny how just a coat of paint can change how one feels about a room. It went from being the worst, most dreaded room, to the second best. Next month, we are attacking the bathroom. After that is the kitchen, our bedroom, my office, and eventually, the outside will need to be transformed from easter egg to cape cod, although that will be last. We should have everything finished by the time our debts are paid off and Ron is finished with his CPA exams!

It feels really good to see some progress. We’ll finish eventually…

A Meanie With A Beanie

I love the days when I don’t recognize my children. You know, when they do something so mature and completely opposite from what you’ve come to expect from them? Yeah, those days.

My son called me today to talk about his school schedule. His registration day is Thursday, and he had his advising today. After looking at his classes and his GPA, his adviser said he’s right on track to graduate Spring 2014, and that if he keeps his grades where they are, he shouldn’t have any problems with transferring to…..BERKLEE!!!

I was speechless. I’ve been not so gently suggesting he apply, as it would be perfect for him, and our family would all be in Massachusetts. I hated it when he was in Colorado and I couldn’t see him, although we talked every other day or so. If he is in the same (tiny) state as us, then I’ll have him home for holidays. He wasn’t on board at the beginning, but he’s been watching Berklee’s online classes and has accepted that he still has a lot to learn, and they are equipped to teach him.

I knew that he’s been doing really well in class, and keeps getting better as each semester passes. He’s finally found his place and his groove, which makes all the difference. Who was it that said, “When you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life?” Matt definitely loves what he is doing, and he’s actually learning things, which he did not expect at all.

His first semester was a little iffy, as he still had a bit of an attitude regarding knowing it all. Now he’s discovered that if you do know it all, classes are an easy A, and you can be the big fish. As he said a week or so ago, he never believed that he’d be the one in class who would ruin the curve for everyone else. (I never believed it either.) It’s not that he’s not smart enough, it’s just that he was more than slightly lazy. However, I think age has helped (he’s now 24), and all of his financial suffering has (as my husband LOVES to say) built his character.

I remember I was the same way, but not until I was 26. I woke up one morning and realized I was tired of being poor, and my (abusive) ex-husband wasn’t going to be the one to get us out of it. I had to fight him constantly in order to go to school, and he made my life as hellish as he could, but I had some really wonderful teachers who encouraged me and were there for me, both educationally and emotionally. For every “can’t” that my ex-husband threw at me, they told me “yes, you can.”

Matt doesn’t have to deal with a negative relationship, but he’s on the edge financially. Most businesses don’t want to work around school schedules (even if they advertise that they do), but a certain coffee conglomerate really does stand by their word to do so. He flat out committed himself to putting school first, even if that meant turning down a job. The coffee conglomerate has my undying loyalty for giving him a job and working with his odd schedule.

So Fall of 2013, he will apply to transfer, and Spring 2014, he will graduate from his current program. Fall of 2014 will bring what it may, but no matter what, I finally feel like I can safely say he’s going to be just fine.

“I’m a college man, I’m a college man. I’m a knocked out buddy when it’s time to study…”