Mom Mom is a Phoenix

On February 16th Mom Mom began her classes at the University of Phoenix. She officially became a Phoenix. With the economy slowing down, and her work hours being cut from 40+ to 32, she decided to go back to school. The last time Mom Mom was in school was back in 1992 where she graduated from a local business school here on the Eastern Shore.

Mom Mom's greatest concern was that perhaps she was to old. Pop Pop cheered her on, reminding her that 59 was just a number. Pop's said, "Blow the cobweds out, put your big girl panties on, and deal with it." He then proceeded to tell her to, "Go for it." After checking out this Phoenix thing online, talking to a few people, and making some adjustments she dove into the waters.

She became excited when the realization finally hit her that she, Mom Mom, 59 years old, was going back to school. It seems that no matter how old we are, there are still things that excite us. She was like a little kid going to school for the first time. She had her fears, but she pulled up her big girl panties, and faced the challenge head on.

Off to Wal Mart to buy her supplies. A few extra pens, some colored markers, lots of paper for the printer, new ink cartridges, a big memory stick, and of course a brand new lunch box, although she wasn't going no further than the living room. Mom Mom asked Pop Pop what she should wear the first night at school, and hoped she got home in time to catch the bus. Pop Pop just looked at her like she needed medication or something. He didn't say anything, he just walked away talking to himself,  scratching his head.

She's majoring in Health Care Administration/Pharmacy Practice Concentration. I don't know what all that stuff is, but it sounds like it should be important. Whatever it is, it makes Mom Mom's brain smoke. When she is at the computer doing her thing, there is smoke coming out of her ears. I guess that's those cobwebs Pop Pop was talking about. There must have been a lot of cobwebs in there, because after two weeks she still be smoking. I hope it's cobwebs, and not brain cells.

When she gets a good grade on her papers, she gets all excited like, "Yea me!" Of course when she gets stuck on something she uses other phrases. It's a good thing that computer's, papers, and such things as instructions doesn't have feelings. Mom Mom could make those things feel bad if they had feelings. Pop Pop laughs at her as he makes his way out of the room. He doesn't dare laugh when he's stationary in the room. He finds it safer to laugh after he passes by Mom Mom, and is heading out.

Well, I'll be reporting on Mom Mom's progress as she continues on. Perhaps a video of her at the computer would be good. I'll have to run that by Pop Pop. Of course we would have to video it withour her knowing it. If she found out it would be detrimental to our health, but I bet Pop Pop will go for it. Thanks everyone for stopping by "The Espenblog Times."

Did I mention that Mom Mom made the cheerleading squad? Oh yes she did, and here's the proof.