Party, party, party!!

I'm so excited about the party! Keith's Band going to Germany Hit & Run is going to be playing so he'll have a good time no matter what. He thought it was hilarious that I managed to find zebra striped invitations. I can't help it... its so me. He'll have to be careful though because he likes the way my zebra rug looks under his drums a little too much.... he might be the next so drawn to zebra.... Tangent!! Anyway... I'm glad I'm not responsible for much for the party except providing the guest list. With my attrocious handwriting its about all I can do to turn out the thank you notes neatly. Hmmm but I'm prbably going to show helpful intrest in the food and drink...

Dogshows have gotten a little frustrating lately as well as the people in them. The politics have gotten old and trying to finish Paddy has gotten expensive. I'm contemplating hiring a pro handler to finish the job quickly... hopefully some time off will renew my enthusiasm.

Mom and Keith and I started painting the hallway bathroom and kitchen yesterday. Keith made it through 1 wall in the kitchen before turning his efforts to his gardening education on NPT in the livingroom couch. He held down the very important job of holding down the couch and soothing Paddy and Drew for the rest of the day. My handyman!! The walls look lovely covering the scary colors painted by the previous tenents. The intresting texture they did with the plaster in the kitchen looks a little bit tuscan with the golden color on the walls... maybe we can make it look like it was intentional rather than the misguided efforts of an amateur home decorator... ok maybe not.

I went and watched Keith play with a new guy named Dustin Bogue last night. About the best things that can be said about the experience are that it was just around the corner from our house, the hamburger was good, and he made good money. It was, however, the diviest dive ever. Of course the inevitable redneck sat down beside me, and in the course of trying to pressure me to dance decided I was not only sad but heart broken. He was shocked to findout that i was the happy but tired girlfriend of the drummer.

TTFN!!

A brave new world...

Wow... what a dramatic way to end my college career. I don't know anyone else who manages to miss exams and and gradution with a 5 day hospital stay. I think I would MUCH rather have taken exams. It really is amazing how UNHELPFUL college professors are. I missed exams because I was sicker than I've been in my entire life and it took 2 weeks to track down professor, and another week to get together with them. Even then some waited down to the wire to post my grades... I narrowly missed not graduating because of deadlines. Better Late than NEver... is what my graduation party invitations say... funny little double entendre with my late graduation and the six years it took to get my degree.

On a lighter note it looks like the party will be fun. The band that Keith is in with Tim McDonald going to Germany, Hit and Run, is going to play for the party. That combined with family (never a dull moment with my bunch) and friends (wow that will be an interesting mix) ought to make for a wild time.

Job hunting sucks. Its amazing that a liberal arts degree accords enough knowlege that I SOUND smarter than most and yet on paper its nearly useless for job hunting. What do you DO with a degree in ENGLISH??? I guess we'll find out.