I took my final exam today. I passed. That needs to be said- simply due to the fact that I spent the WHOLE second half of the semester telling my friends that I was freaking out and I didn't think I was going to pass. Seriously. Every test. Same story.



"ya'll. I'm FREAKING out. I don't think I'm going to pass."



"Becky, you're going to be fine."



No. Because, I'm FREAKING out!."



take exam. 83. Next exam. 83. Next exam 83. I was riding a streak. Oh, but just so you know, on the final exam I busted out with an 88. Because, I'm hardcore like that.



Which leads me to reflect on my first semester in nursing school. I can't begin to tell you how much the benefits outweighed the stress. The friendships I have developed will stay with me for my lifetime. And they are what helped me get through each and every day.



That, and we coined all sorts of phrases this semester- just like Grey's Anatomy. Only we weren't all "seriously".



No. We were "hardcore" and "freaking out" and when we were really certain about something, we were, "fo' sho". I'm enjoying reminiscing the semester with all of our catch phrases. And I especially smile in remembrance of the times that we discussed losing weight over lunch that we ordered.



"we're gonna be skinny." "ya, we are."



"Do ya'll want to get a pizza while we study?"



"fo' sho"



O.k., so it didn't go down like that. But it was good times. We gave great business to Tex-presso. It's a nice little coffee shop off of Anderson Lane. We are even considered "regulars" there. It's our Cheers- only caffeinated and non-alcoholic. They know us.



And really, if they continue to put up with us, (I've done the math) they'll make out like bandits off of our time in nursing school. Only, after I did the math, I no longer order the ever-so-popular Texpresso. I settle for the $2.00 cup of coffee. I was also known to sneak in a Starbucks one time. I had to walk very slowly and evenly so it wouldn't spill in my backpack. Luckily, my friends know me too well and asked if I had started jogging again because of my odd and awkward gait. They thought I was sore.



I should have asked if I looked skinny.



On to other news...

The kids are getting huge. And they are eating me out of the house. I would post pictures, but I'm having USB issues and I don't have the patience to take my camera somewhere, get the photos on a CD and load it on the computer. I know, I'm all drama. But, if it can't be resolved, I will do the aforementioned only because they are so darn cute and deserve to be looked at.

Gabriel is still go, go, go. Only now he punches and kicks and throws things. It's like lightning speed coming at you. You need cover.

Homer is STILL obsessed with mama. He needs to be touching mama. All.the.time. All the time. It's heartwarming some days. And others, it drives me nuts. I walk in the door and he lifts his hands to me to be picked up. I know I should cherish these moments, but agggghhhh. I've had babies attached to my hip for 4 years now! I love you, Pudge.

Sebi is my pride and joy. He has made leaps and bounds in school. He was having issues with writing his name. But really, In my motherly defense. Isn't it a little more intimidating to have to learn to write, S-e-b-a-s-t-i-a-n versus John? I'm only saying...

All-in-all, things are good. We had a bout of Gianatti Crosti Syndrome with Homer, followed by pneumonia with Gabriel, followed by the flu with me. But we are all alive and kicking.

Gabi kicks more.

Thanks to all who have kept me in their prayers. I don't see that I could have done any of this without our higher power. I miss you all. I promise, I will be reading blogs religiously now. Once I finish the Twilight series. I started them just before my last exam. Big mistake?

NO WAY!