But with the amount of stress he put me through these past two weeks, I think I should get a little bit of the credit!
We got to share Lydon's graduation day with Grandma Margy's birthday. And you know how we party....food-food-food! So we started out with graduation/birthday by having breakfast at Karen's in Ogden. When we were done eating, we wandered up and down 25th street (not in the old fashioned "walking 25th street" way) and ended up at the "Making Scents" shop. Everyone made themselves a little something to smell pretty with (even Grandpa Tim came out smelling purty!)
After a brief afternoon R&R, we reconvened at the Kobe for a pre-graduation food fest.
Back home, mom made Lydon get all embarrassed by making him pose for all kinds of mom-embarrassing photos.
Lydon entering the ceremony
When they called Lydon's name, I attempted to rush the stage but I didn't quite make it there in time, especially since we were sitting at the very back of the auditorium. FYI, I was wearing heals and the carpet seemed extra slicky that night but I managed to keep upright when I was running up and down the isle trying to get a picture of my baby boy.
The hat toss. Side Note: Lydon sat on the top row. And during the entire ceremony he had his head down. Not once did I see his actual face. If I'd a known all I was going to see was the top of his cap, I would have painted "I love my momma" in big white letters on the top. At least I would have got a worth while picture.
Lydon and his buddies Mikey Crane and TJ Jensen. He's been friends with these boys since they were just little fellas. I hate Mikey cuz his hair is prettier than mine.
This is Mrs. Taylor. She was such a great help during Lydon's OCD/anxiety ridden days. I love her! And she never changes.
The obligatory "M" picture.
Lydon had a great time at operation Graduation and made out like a bandit. He won a bid Tupperware truck box. Tim is currently in negotiations with Lydon over the truck box. Apparently big Tupperware truck boxes are a wonderful man toy and Tim really wants it :) Lydon also got a really nice outdoorsman backpack. He was pretty tickled about it and is going to use it to pack around his gear to his EMT class. He also got a bag full of coupons for Slurpees and hamburgers and ice cream and pizza and Arby's and......the list goes on. He has to hide his loot from his little brother because he really got some good stuff!.
For those of you who have not heard, Lydon has changed his career goals (please tell me that every kid does this). He is no longer going to be a veterinarian. He has decided he wants to be like the rest of the guys in the family and will be going into the EMT/fire profession. He started night time EMT classes about a month ago before high school even got out and is loving every minute of it! Everyone has been so good to him. Everything that he got for graduation will go towards his EMT classes (including gas to get there-ouch!) and the gear he needs.
Thank you to everyone who got him to this point!
Because I love my mom....I got up at 5a.m. this Saturday (of course this is a re-enactment...I can't operate a blow dryer and a curling iron at 5am let alone a camera to document that I got up that early on a non-work day).
Because I love my mom....I geared up in this years darling race shirt. P.S. when the race is over, these shirts, paired with some comfy sweat pants, make perfect night shirts! I love them!
Because I love my mom.....not so promptly at 6:30am I climbed aboard a Carrigan-mobile with Uncle Jill, Casuree, Baby Yo (and her Jimmy Jets) and Uncle Jill's BFF and my BFCW (that's code for bestest-fun-co-worker) Lynne (who managed to escape being photographed) to hit the road and grab a quick nutritious breakfast to eat on our way to the big city of Salt Lake. You gotta make sure that you have all the right proteins and carbs and electrolytes and vitamin type things in your body when participating in events such as this one. I chose a Diet Coke and Ho-Ho's. I think I read about their protein and carbs and electrolyte and vitamin goodnesses in a magazine somewhere once. 
Because I love my mom......we waited in a forever bathroom line for a quick potty break before the race started. Here's a pic of the line from inside the bathroom (that's right....my camera has no shame, it will take pictures inside the bathroom). The line looks harmless right? Oh nooooooo.... 
because here's the line on the outside of the bathroom. This is so appropriate for my mom. We were always waiting in a potty line together. I think she sent this little line down to us as a "HELLO GIRLS" message. "Hi Mom" right back at ya!
Because I love my mom....I participated in this mob. Stacy doesn't like to be around alot of people. Stacy gets the hee-bee-gee-bees in crowds. Stacy's shoulders hunch up under her ears when she gets around so many bodies in one place. Stacy may have to start drinking if she is going to continue to participate in this activity for her mother! Just like last year, the amount of people that were there stretches out so far in front of us that you really can't see/comprehend where it all ends. In case you really want to know, it was reported that there were 18, 000 people there. The heads end at the bottom of the mountain in the picture below.
Because I love my mom...... I allowed my self to be accosted by Ronald McDonald.
Yo- R. McDonald....it's called a "personal space issue" and some us of have a "huge one". I'm still pulling red clown hair outta my ear area.
Because I love my mom....I made a fool out of myself in another attempt to get myself on the news again this year. This was as close as I got---hurling myself against the KSL 5 news building. Get it? I'm "ON" the news? Ha ha! My mom would have laughed (and probably peed a little in the process).
Because I love my mom......I got wayyyyyy too close to this guy who was wearing nothing more than a bright pink Speedo and a cape. Poor little fella.....it was only 40 degrees that morning. Not good (for him)! 'Scuse me while I go drink some bleach to get this sight out of my head.
Note to parents: It's a breast cancer event. There's alot of "boob" jokes. Most of the participants make their own shirts and signs and the language has to do with the chesticle area (again, because it is a breast cancer event). If you are going to bring your little ones, be prepared!
