One of my brothers happened to be graduating with his Masters degree, so we all [being my sister, niece and nephew, rents, and myself] piled into our car and headed down on Thursday.

Thursday morning I decided not to get up on time to leave when we planned, so we were all in a cranky mood to begin with. Not only that, but my niece didn't sleep at all on the way down. No biggie. We were new to it. The way down was long, but mostly uneventful. Monotonous would be the best adjective for it. When we arrived, we checked into a hotel, got pretty for graduation commencement, and then skipped our way over to the center for the first ceremony. While it was interesting and the speakers were phenomenal [Elder Russle M. Nelson of the Twelve and Presiden Dieter F. Uchtdorf of the Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints], the previous six

After the ceremony and hours upon hours of no food, we all shimmied to an abhorred buffet. Abhorred, as in my least favorite flavor of all. Ridiculously, my two plates consisted solely of vegetables and strictly lean proteins, i.e. beans. The thing about buffets isn't that it's an opportunity to eat copious amounts of food, it's that the variety of food is catered towards the red-meat/lots-of-sugar dieted people. Although there is the option of a salad bar, there's something restricting about being devoted specifically to s.a.l.a.d. Weak sauce....
The next day [I had stayed with my beautiful brother and his adorable wife] we all gathered at their minute apartment to help clean it. Sadly, I clean really well. I know. Pathetic. I have all of the skills to be the perfect domestic engineer, I just abhor utilizing them. I cook. I bake. I clean. I glam. I'm a guy magnet. Haha. Jk.
Several grungies and a graduation later [the one where the grads walked and had their names read and all that jazz], we were all running on fumes and no protein. That makes for an angry Black mob. While I love being vegetarian, I absolutely disdain when my family says "Let's go __________ to eat" when they know perfectly well

Saturday morning before we hit the interstate we stopped


Lastly, after about seven hours of drama and attitudes, we pulled into our driveway. I have to say that although I absoltuely adore traveling, there's nothing quite comparable to sleeping in my own bed, facing my own direct, again.
Now I can move on with my life and get back to a regular blog schedule. Much love and Cheers! :D
P.S. I forgot to mention how absolutely heinous hotels are! I hate not being in control of the direction of my BED!!!! BUT! they make for great backdrops for my adorable kids. :D <3>


I bet you can't wait for the 4th graduation for that brother.... I REALY hope I can make it to that one at least. What a great excuse to take a vacation eh? *sly grin* ~ Dave
ReplyDeleteDAVE! :D True story. Thanks for reading. [: <3
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