- I wait in line at the grocery store and at that most dreaded of all places, Walmart (and sometimes that's a really long wait because, for some inane reason, the grocery store and Walmart powers that be think that one or two cashiers is plenty for checking out five million shoppers).
- I wait for Tucker to sniff and pee on every single tree and bush on our daily walks.
- A couple of weeks ago I substituted for a friend and waited on a sassy little fifth grader who didn't want to do any of her work to come out of the bathroom (it was easy, actually, AFTER I reminded her that I know her mother).
- I wait for answers to my questions- which are not that difficult so I'm really unsure as to why I have to wait so long (other than the fact that I'm usually asking Hubs).
- I wait for an opening before I pull out into traffic (which can be a rather long wait sometimes but I do it anyway even if other people fail to extend the same courtesy to me but pull right out causing me to slam on my brakes before they speed up).
- I spend time waiting on the lovelies to come home for a visit (which has been quite frequent lately so I really shouldn't complain at all about that).
- I wait for ideas to pop into my head so I can write my blog posts (which is getting harder and harder because I am running dry right now).
Then I waited for her flight to arrive back in SC.
Then we all waited to hear the results of the interviews from Texas.
FINALLY, something worth waiting for! Birdie heard Friday that she was not only accepted into the program (which gives her a job AND a Master's degree) but SHE WAS THEIR TOP PICK! So, she got to choose her placement.
And so, without further ado, our big announcement is:
Birdie is officially the new Head Athletic Trainer at TKGorman in Tyler, Texas. She will be getting her Master's degree from Texas A&M at Commerce.
I'll be riding this high until it hits me that she'll be 17 hours away from home.
Wait- I think it just did.
|Doing her Sports Medicine thing at an Ultimate Frisbee tourny.|
|Not sure which class this was for...|
|Trying to get the stubborn man to get stitches in his ear.|
|Athletic Training majors were required to either work the bridge run race each year or run it.|
|They ran it senior year.|
|Post race debriefing.|
|Birdie LOVES dogs and would have dozens if she could. This was Buddy. We loved him for 13 years.|
|This is Strider as a pup. He is no longer little!|
|This is Charlie as a pup. He's bigger than Strider now!|
|Our Birdie loves to travel. Especially to South America.|
|Where she made lots of new friends...|
|And raced a tortoise.|
|She even played Ultimate. That's her making a catch (or whatever they call it in Ultimate) at GA Southern.|
Congratulations Birdie! We are all so very proud of you! Here's to grad school and your first official job as an Athletic Trainer! And here's to the next two years flying by quickly! As Mrs. Mary C said, "Don't let her trade her flip-flops for cowboy boots!"