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Evan is in a program at school that will train and certify him to be a Certified Nursing Assistant upon graduation. I am thrilled at the fact that he will have job skills and will be able to earn some money through college. He is learning things like blood pressure, anatomy, and the 22 steps in washing a vagina. I am impressed. Even on my birthday, I don't think I've ever gone beyond maybe 5 steps, and that would include fragrance and glitter. But there are, in fact, 22 steps. I think it drops way down for cleaning a man. Probably 2 steps. Turn on hose, spray. Regardless, I am beaming.

I am so happy that my kids are going to be ok. Robin and I were both realizing last night over some wine that we haven't done too much permanent damage. A little perhaps, but you need to be a little complicated, right? We have purposefully and deliberately raised our people. My kids will only one day know the calculated efforts and ideas that I implemented. Be kind to people, especially the weak ones. Find somebody to be nice to, don't lie, don't let other people tell you what to believe about God. He is capable of letting you know Himself. Dance often. Learn how to argue at home where it's safe. The world is a bitch. Don't be stupid. Laugh at yourself. LSU is the only team really. I tried. I read books and pondered. I suck at some things, but I am a good mom. I am a smart ass and I say no, but they all know there is no limit to my love and willingness to support and enjoy them.

This is a great day. I found that joy I was looking for. ;)