Acceptance....at Last

Believe it or not, with all my technical savy this was the best I could do with inserting my acceptance letter from Lewis and Clark. I scanned it in as a PDF (which you can't use on blogger) so I tried to save it as a JPEG and insert it as a picture...blah blah. So you can't tell, but it says "They like me, they really like me." Thank you Sally Field.

I hadn't received any mail for a few days-so I checked the mailbox and found it chalk full. (Is that how you spell that?) In the middle of the bundle was my letter. So I got nervous, ran into my house, and made my self open all my other mail first. This included:
1. A Time Magazine
2. (2) Credit Card Apps
3. A letter from UNLV telling me I'm on their alternate list (suckas!)
4. Program Registration for my 10 Year High School Reunion

Then I called my mom and told her I was too nervous to open it. She explained calmly in true good mother form that if I didn't get into a school it was because I wasn't supposed to go there. Not that I was a bad person.

While I was talking to mom, Ellie rang thru to explain she hadn't been home earlier when I stopped by and gave her dog a heart attack because she had been tanning with her sister and was now going to study some more for her final. I told her I got my Portland letter, had my mom on the other line, and would call her right back.

So I got in and I'm ecstatic.

After getting off the phone with mom, I called the following people in the following order:

1.Ellie Coleman (My possible future Portland roommate)
2.Josh Alvarez (My Current favorite boy friend but not my boyfriend)
3.Maranda and Haley (My sisters who just happened to be together when I called)
4.Alex Oldroyd(One of my few remaining friends actually living in Portland)

Then I sent out a mass text message to everyone in my phone except my gynecologist and my mechanic. So if you didn't get a text it means I don't have your number or you're my gynecologist.

and Jorge, if you're reading my blog, that's seriously creepy.

Then this morning I called Audrey and Marcene who live on the East coast and would have been upset if I had called them the night before.

Direct quote from my boss after I told him the good news, "Oh good, when do you leave?....cause we'll throw a party the day after. Ha Ha Ha (aren't I soooo funny laugh)"