I must do it
I've got an overwelming desire to have my face made up professionally and to have a photo session.I am very aware that I haven't posted any photos, yet in all the blogs I've read it is obvious it is such a delight that I must do it. I've tried to do it myself but the resulting photos would have got me a full time job in panto.And I don't want to frighten off anybody posting here.
Can anyone reccommend a tranni-friendly beautician who won't cost a fortune and is within a hundred miles of Northampton?
Julie
xx
Friday, July 21, 2006
Graduation Day
Yayy!!! My son graduated yesterday! I travelled to Leeds to watch the award ceremony.Yes it was boring, yes it was overblown, yes most of the lecturers were so snobbish you could almost feel them leering at the plebs sat before them. BUT...I was really proud of my son and the occaision got to me.
I was OK until a student was given a postumous degree. His father went to collect the degree on his behalf and kissed the piece of paper as he came down the steps from the platform. That really got me and the tears started rolling. My eyes are filling up now as I write.
My son had a tough ride in life, his mum died of cancer when he was 10 and though he was a good lad, a skunk of another boy befriended him when he was 16 and got him into trouble with the police when they got drunk and decided it would be fun to drive my hire car along a major road.
He was also asked to leave take a year off school when he was 15 because he just wasn't doing any work.
So, when my son's turn came to collect his degree I was more proud than a mum at her favourite daughter's wedding.And more tearful.
He had overcome all the odds and showed everyone what he was made of.
That's my boy!
Yayy!!! My son graduated yesterday! I travelled to Leeds to watch the award ceremony.Yes it was boring, yes it was overblown, yes most of the lecturers were so snobbish you could almost feel them leering at the plebs sat before them. BUT...I was really proud of my son and the occaision got to me.
I was OK until a student was given a postumous degree. His father went to collect the degree on his behalf and kissed the piece of paper as he came down the steps from the platform. That really got me and the tears started rolling. My eyes are filling up now as I write.
My son had a tough ride in life, his mum died of cancer when he was 10 and though he was a good lad, a skunk of another boy befriended him when he was 16 and got him into trouble with the police when they got drunk and decided it would be fun to drive my hire car along a major road.
He was also asked to leave take a year off school when he was 15 because he just wasn't doing any work.
So, when my son's turn came to collect his degree I was more proud than a mum at her favourite daughter's wedding.And more tearful.
He had overcome all the odds and showed everyone what he was made of.
That's my boy!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
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