There Has To Be A Plan B
Thursday morning, one day early, I turned in the supplemental materials for my graduate school application. It is complete and thus begins... the waiting.

I am very optimistic that I will be accepted to the program, but I have still been trying to come up with a Plan B. Today I finally found my second calling.
Professional Cheese Racing!
Such a relief. Not only do I no longer have to worry about finishing my application on time, but I have a backup plan that could be very lucrative. You're jealous, aren't you?!

I am very optimistic that I will be accepted to the program, but I have still been trying to come up with a Plan B. Today I finally found my second calling.
Professional Cheese Racing!
Such a relief. Not only do I no longer have to worry about finishing my application on time, but I have a backup plan that could be very lucrative. You're jealous, aren't you?!
3 Comments:
At 4:24 PM,
Kristen said…
Wow. What I really want to know is how did you find out about this deceptively simple, yet addictive and fiercely competitive sport?
At 4:43 AM,
Anonymous said…
I know I feel better now that you have an alternative plan although I don't think you will need it. But just in case, I would like to know more about the profession since people are likely to ask me.
Love
Mo
At 5:29 AM,
One Mother with Cancer said…
Have a wonderful Christmas.
(I've missed you posting latley.)
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