Fountains and garden gates

It's Official.......

On August 11, 2006 I graduated from Saint Martin's University with a BA in Psychology. My diploma is in the mail....YAY.

Assorted garden photos and a really big spider.....

Fashion

Have you ever experienced that strange sense of panic after getting yourself stuck in some article of clothing? I think my first real panic attack was when I got myself stuck in a pair of pants as a kid. I had pulled my jeans on over my shoes and about half way up, my shoes got stuck in the legs. They wouldn't go up or down. Then this dreadful feeling of panic hit me.. like "OH, My God! I'm stuck!!!" Then I started struggling and pulling and trying to get myself out of them, making the situation even worse. Finally something gave (I think my shoes came off) and I got the jeans back down my legs. "Whew!" That was a horrible feeling. I'd love to say that never happens anymore but....it does (usually not with pants over my shoes though, I learned that lesson). But, I have gotten myself stuck in dresses as I'm pulling them over my head.......... nothing like flailing around with both arms stuck up in the air......it's horrible.....and I still get myself stuck in my jean jacket when I try to take it off without removing my arms first.....and that's like tying both arms behind your back.....You would think now that I'm an adult some rational reasoning like "Hey, this is just cloth....it can't be permanent....what's the worse that could happen.....I could always cut myself out of it"......or some brilliant thought like that would keep me from panicking, but it doesn't. I think it must be related to claustrophobia or something.....anyway, Sarah experienced a similar type of panic while shopping at Ross yesterday. She went in the dressing room to try on a couple of shirts while I was still shopping.I knew it was taking her a long time.....when she finally came out she had one of the shirts on. I thought she was just showing it to me so I said, "I think it's too tight." She grimaced and said, "You think! Come here." That's when she frantically whispered, "I can't get it off! I'm stuck! I need your help!" "Heh, heh, heh," I snickered. And I gleefully followed her to the dressing room to help peel the shirt off. Snicker, snicker.

Accidents will happen......

So Doug and I were driving down Meridian the other day, in stop and go traffic, minding our own business, when the boy behind us accidently used the back of our car to stop his. I really don't like the feeling of getting slammed from behind...it's disturbing...BUT I'm glad he wasn't going very fast (nothing like the time I got slammed into in my Escort). I felt sooooo bad for this boy, though. He was only 18 and he was so upset he almost cried. He had to fight back the tears the whole time he was talking to us. I don't know if he was just afraid of what his parents were going to do or what....but if he had not cracked my bumper I would have just let it go. We talked to his dad last night...I did ask him not to be too hard on his son since accidents will happen..."I know," I told him, "I have two daughters that have wrecked our cars multiple times." His dad was reassured after that.....so.....now I'll just be without my Mustang for three whole days!