It's Going to Happen

Yeah! Jacob is going to graduate! He passed! Barry and I are so excited. We were sweating it out. We got the good news today around 11:00 a.m. Jacob is excited too, of course. This means he gets to go to work for Sears and move into his new apartment in Dallas instead of living on the street or in prison after killing his teacher if he had failed.

In anticipation of our trip tomorrow to the graduation, we took our dogs out on the dike for a quick run on the beach. Stupid Sam jumped in the water at the boat dock. Luckily I saw him jump and disappear into the water. I ran a good 50 yards to his rescue. I was wearing my new pants, and I had to get down on my knees and even lay down to reach him. He was franticly dog-paddling while looking at me with scared eyes. I grabbed his collar and was pulling him up when he slipped out of my hands. He went under the water, but came up again. This time I managed to pull him on out of the water. Poor thang. He was coughing up water and was freezing cold, and I was covered in mud. We put him in the truck and called Rue, who was running up and down the beach, oblivious to the fact that her brother almost drown. She jumped in the back of the truck and we headed home. I gave Sammy a warm bath and dryed him with a big towel. He loved it. He later jumped in my lap and snored himself to sleep.

I start a new job on Monday at Nasa. For 2.5 months, I'll be working at the occupational control center. This is where Aerosmith, Tom Cruise, the King of Sweden, and many more famous people have toured. Hopefully I'll get to see someone important while I'm there. It's the building where the space vehicle mock-ups are. Yesterday I got to crawl in and out of all of them. I'm sore today.

My boss brought us Shipley do-nuts this morning. We all sat around the conference table and talked about the past. Big afros, platform shoes, The Mod Squad, Starsky and Hutch, etc. When it came time for me to leave, RS was sad, and RW gave me a handshake and hug and wished me luck. I wonder if I will come back? Hopefully, someone will steal me away and pay me more money. I am absolutely sure that I will be the lowest paid employee at Nasa. But I'm getting my foot in the door....

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.