Friday, May 27, 2011

My NYU Law Grad!

Well, folks, he did it!!!

I CAN OFFICIALLY CALL MY HUSBAND AN NYU LAW GRAD!!!

My heart's all a flutter with joy for him!

 

The journey to his J.D. began back in August 2008.  We had just moved to Manhattan {into a 340 square foot apartment}, eagerly anticipating this new venture ahead of us.

I took the following pictures of NYU Law during Admitted Students' weekend in April 2008.



NYU Law sits directly across from the beautiful Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village.
  Fast forward three years -- and, as usual, the anxiety, the stresses and the unknowns seem like they may have all been worth it.  

As a wife, I could not be more proud of him.  He took a huge risk: He left a career, worked tirelessly to pursue his goal, landed in a top five law school, and handed me my dream of living in New York City.  Wow.

So, last week, he finally received well-deserved honors -- with a handful of fans in tow!  Both our families traveled here to celebrate!

The graduation ceremony took place at the Beacon Theatre on the Upper West Side.  And, while the venue was quite beautiful, the weather outside certainly was not.  As the students filed out of the theatre, the streets became chaotic and the army of umbrellas became difficult to dodge, making it nearly impossible to get any good pictures. :-(  At least I got a couple, I guess.  It looks like we might be ordering some of the professional ones. ;-)

Picture drama aside, it really is hard to believe he's finished with school.  Now, he just has two more months of studying.  Yep, folks, I sure can call my hubs an NYU Law grad, but that dang BAR exam ... geez ... looks like it's gonna consume his life 'til the end of July! {It's always something.} Wish him luck!  :-) 

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Excuse Me?!

So, usually I workout with my gym-partner-in-crime {a.k.a. my hubs}, but tonight I went solo and the following scenario took place:

I'm in the free weight area.
I casually walk over to pick up a 35 lb. weight so I can begin my warm-up set of bicep curls.

Some dude walks over at the same time and motions for me to go ahead and get the weight bar I was going to use.

Me {politely asking}:
Which weight do you need?

Dude {rudely snickering}:
Oh ... ha ... I'm getting the 55.

Me {thinking in my head}: 
What?  You don't think I can lift as much as you, huh?  Excuse me?!  Rude.  And unnecessary.

Annoyed, I do my warm-up set.  Dude does his set {with bad form, I might add} and puts back the 55 lb. weight bar.

What do I do next? 
Walk over, pick up the 55 lb. weight bar and proceed to do my bicep curls ... the correct way.

In your face, sir.

Don't question this girl's biceps or else they'll show you what's up.  Just sayin' ... ;-)