That's right. My broccoli rabe and tongue of fire bean both won second place in the Fruits And Vegetables category. Which makes my garden a PRIZE WINNING garden.
Now some of you may be like "Your stupid half baked veggies won second place in a small town flower show, big whoop."
Well let me ask you this, how many awards has YOUR garden won? None, obviously, or you wouldn't be talking shit because if you had ever won something you'd know how insanely good it feels to have grown something well enough that it won a ribbon.
Secondly, though the show its self is in a small town, the judges are shipped in as they are national flower show judges, not just Gerdie and her haat spice pod inquiries.
Third, you should have seen the Myers lemons that got first place. They were fucking beautiful.
Everything we entered placed. Wade got second place while Ty got third (they are now in the same division so they were each other's direct competition with the same exact materials to work with.) The rose in the wine bottle got 2nd, my California natives got 3rd, so did my herbs, the succulents got 2nd, the dried rose I found on the floor covered in cat hair that just needed a little dusting is all got honorable mention, and you know what got first place? My friggin miniature.
I can't say I didn't suspect this, considering how the old ladies fell all over it. But I did wonder if it would be disqualified because I don't think it was quite 2 inches tall. The lavender gave it some height.
So I scored ranks with the little things that I have made grow. Add those ribbons to the honor roll and perfect attendance awards my kids got and I feel like a pretty decent mom, of both the human and seedling child varieties.
And then guess what?
Hard work seems to be paying off. I got a 90 on my psych final, and went in one last time to Dr. Link's office to discuss my project. I had to wait for him to finish with another student, and while waiting Link dragged me in to ripping him a new one. I did not want to, it's awkward. I think this is why Link has the open door policy in his office, and that he encourages us to all pile in rather than wait outside the door if he's with another student.
Link is going over the guy's project and he turns to me and says "What does it mean to accept the null? Because he sure doesn't seem to understand this."
Oh god, why drag me in? I don't want to play.
But then Link is reading things out loud from the project like "Also there is also a correlation..."
And "it depends on the activeness."
I ask "Is activeness a word?"
"I don't know, let's look it up in the dictionary," says Link. It turns out that it is a word after all, but his old dictionary didn't have it. It's okay because I like old dictionaries too.
"Their religiosity depends on their sexuality. Well now wait a minute, what do you mean by sexuality? Male or female? Their sexual preference?--"
"Their activeness," I add. Link claps and yells "YES!"
I felt mean. I didn't want to be mean. But Link tells the guy "You know, many students started off with papers right exactly as bad as this. The difference is about four or five office visits." And that's when I didn't feel bad, because we're supposed to visit him several times per semester, and if this guy didn't, well, he needs to work on his activeness.
He rubs his hands together and skims over my paper when it's my turn. "I have been so excited to read your edits, I've been so excited about this project from the beginning! YES! GOER! YES! ERIKSON! YES! YOU DID THE NEUGARTEN! And what's this? Oh goodness...The Mort-Vault. You designed that?"
"Skeleton structure of it at this point, but yes."
He immediately scrolls down to the bottom of the Google Doc my project is in.
A FOR PROJECT.
A FOR COURSE.
My first earned A ever. Not that I've never received A's before, but they were usually just for band or PE or ceramics. Participation A's. This was a hard work, dedication earned Academic A.
I was so proud of myself that I sold the book back to the bookstore and bought tacos. Good tacos. Tacos from 1,000 Limes, and I even got a tres leche. Because I earned it. Fuck yeah.
Earlier that day I had taken my music final, which was on things I did not study for despite being given a study guide with things to study for--fucking guy. I have a 95% in the class and I usually get A's or B's on the tests so that should be another A. But that's another one of those Participation A's I was talking about.
ASL may end up being a B. I sit at 90% with my attendance and final not graded. Not sure how I did on the final, as she also put questions on it that I was not told to study for. Which seems like complete bullshit. But that was just a portion of the final. The other portion had to do with making up a story and submitting a video. But whether it's an A or a B that was a difficult fucking class that I put a lot of decent effort into. Sign language is harder than you think.
So now I sit back and wait for the grades to go up on Webadvisor. I know they're all spectacular, that they'll help the shit out of my drowning GPA, and that I can rest this summer knowing that I done good.
Well, I can't totally rest, as I do have the online nutrition class and Link is going to contact me about being a researcher. And with the kids out of school pretty soon here I can focus more of my time on them and not have to be spread so thin. Though not working has helped as compared to last fall when I was spread so thin that there were days that I didn't even see them, and for what, a couple of D's and time behind a camera that wasn't really a camera taking pictures of kids I didn't even know for parents who probably won't buy the pictures anyway.
I do have some personal projects lined up for the summer outside of my domestic duties and the research project. One of them is to clean up a manuscript that I wrote a few years back that I just feel so bad about sitting on. Another is to maybe learn to cross stitch. Also, my family genealogy project will have its fair share of my time. And who knows? I might get another bean or two out of my garden!
And Willie has some very good things going for him.
And I haven't had Dr. Pepper in like two weeks.
Ask me how I'm doing though and I'll still answer "pretty good, so far."