The Summer of Love...It's wedding season!

There must be something in the water. Wait, that can't be right. There's too much geography between the many people getting married this summer for that to be the case. If that were true, the water supply of the whole country would have to be contaminated. But, I think you get what I mean. It would probably be more accurate to say that a lot of people that I know or am acquainted with through my fiancee are tying the knot over the summer. Cousins, coworkers, friends, ourselves, this is getting out of hand.
HOWEVER...free food, free booze, dancing, music and fun times...Bachelor parties and the lot. What's not to like?
It seems like two minutes ago I was getting hammered on a random tuesday, milking the help desk for everything it was worth, and scraping up money to eat at Peppinos after ultimate practice. Where did the time go? I remember being 15 and thinking that it would take forever to graduate high school. I can recall someone telling me that before I knew it, I would be graduating college and getting a job. I'd like to think that I lived those years to the fullest but I can't be sure. I resolve to make the rest of my years more fulfilling and meaningful.

Sleeps with the fishes

I just had to share this experience with everyone because I don't know how many people I know have ever had the opportunity to dump massive amounts of concrete in a secluded area next to a pond. I felt like a made man, doing a job for the family...
















Since school is over and my time is only limited to thesis work, I have picked up a job working as an assistant in a plumbing/electrical company here in Aiken. I know it has nothing to do with my line of schooling, but man does it rock (Pun definitely intended)! The money is good and I would never have imagined that I would have the chance to work with concrete, hydraulic lifts, 8 foot augers, and much much more. I think down the road I will get to drive a bulldozer!!

As a kid I remember having tonka toys and watching some special on PBS about "earth movers" and thinking to myself that "What a fantastic job that would be!" I was right. The moment that my boss told me that I could play with these "toys" I have been as excited as I have ever been about working. To this day I still watch TLC, The Discovery Channel, and The History Channel to learn about mega movers and modern marvels and I remain fascinated. Wearing a tool belt to work is the most REmasculating thing any man could do. So if the girlfriend is making you watch too many episodes of Sex and the City or Will and Grace, just buckle up a tool belt filled with screw drivers, pliers, a hammer, and some black electrical tape and go fix something.

As obvious as it may sound, on a construction site, the language is not for the timid or conservative. The problem is that most people on a construction site only have foul mouths because they feel they have to be overly male in front of the other workers. Some people have a way with obscenities like artists with paint or plaster, but these people projectile vomit curse words. Not that I have a virgin mouth, but when I use foul language it is for a reason. I just stay quiet and try to learn the job. To speak without thinking is to shoot without aiming.

Graduation

I just wanted to post some recent photos of my graduation here in Aiken. I was awarded the Master of Science in Clinical Psychology and all I have left to do is finish my thesis. The topic of my thesis is Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) and the role of expectancy effects on the outcome of the procedure (as I am sure anyone reading this is sleeping by now, it is much more boring and tedious than you think). The red t-shirts that we are holding above say "Psych Majors are Crazy in Bed." Down below and to the left is a picture of me, Polly, Libby, and my Dad. Then to the right is a picture of my buddy Mike and I holding out our hands in honor of being Clemson grads. At the end of the graduation ceremony we were forced to sing the Caolina alma mater, in protest, Mike and I held our hands out as in Clemson's alma mater rather than giving a toast to Carolina. Hope you enjoy the pictures.

A Friendly Game of Tag (not to be confused with the man perfume, uh cologne)

The tag blog:

Top 6 Annoying Things/Habits About Me, Embarassing Secrets, Guilty Pleasures (update your bloggin ass already):

1. I am obsessed with telling people that I heard whatever music before it got popular. I know that people probably say "who gives a shit that you were listening to Maroon5 in 1999" but that's okay cause they're jealous that i can predict future pop stars.

2. I buy many books in an effort to seem "well read" but I have finished only a fraction. This is partially not my fault since I am in grad school, therefore most of my extra time is spent analyzing scholarly journals and scientific papers. I give myself a Mulligan in the expectation that following the end of this semester I will be able to sit and read these books.

3. At one point I owned 2 seasons of Smallville on DVD, I still own The O.C. seasons one and two. I have a weakness for teenage mellowdrama (ask Robb about Dinner and Dawson's) and I am a comic book geek (seriously, I own over 400 comic books, magic the gathering cards, baseball cards, and random memorabilia)...perhaps this should count as number 3 and 4 in my tag.

4. See above: comic book geek/14 yr old girl

5. I sometimes catch myself chewing with my mouth open. I make a "smacking" noise that even gets on my nerves when I am munching solo.

6. I wear t-shirts from a decade ago that have many holes and some even have pit stains that refuse to be washed out in the most high tech, front loading, high efficiency washing machines. In addition, I have borrowed many t-shirts from friends and have never given them back, Robb I believe I have 5 or 6 of yours.

Well, that about wraps it up and I think Polly would agree with this group...I don't know anyone in the blogging world to tag since everyone that I am acquainted with has already been tagged. I am afraid the game ends with me:(