Exhausted.

That is all I can say about how I feel after the activities of yesterday.  After a grueling three hour graduation for my Associate of Arts degree at the University of Cincinnati, which of course, I was late for...can't be a Filgis without being late constantly.... We were packed in like sardines, the guy next to me was so large he not only took up his chair but half of my chair and the guy on the other side of him.  So I uncomfortably sat on half a folding chair, with my arms crossed, because his shoulders were much larger than his rear end.  You couldn't hear a thing, as far as the cheers for you; not when you were on that stage, everything disappeared and got fuzzy!  They told us to leave all our personal effects with our guests, so I didn't have my cell phone.  BIG MISTAKE!!!  30-45 minutes after the ceremony ended, I still hadn't found my party...and I was tired already!  Finally, we met up, lost my sister's boyfriend, found him, and were on our way to the cars.  It was now 12:30 and we had to get going to Columbus for my brothers graduation.  We made pretty good time actually, after stopping for lunch, we still made it from UC to OSU by 2:00!  The walk from our parking spot was excruciating.  We even joked about piggy back rides, if that gives you an idea.  Then we sit through another three hour graduation, in which I was offended at least five times by the governor of Ohio's speech.  I'll likely post my letter to Kaisich on here in a later post, so I'll leave the details until then.  After an hour and a half of calling names (it was the largest graduating class in the entire Nation), they ended the ceremony with poppers and fireworks!  My education cost me a hell of a lot more than that high school's, and WE didn't get fireworks!!!  WTF?  But then again, the alumni was giving away an iPad 2 at the reception that we didn't have time to go to...  Maybe because I still have several more degrees to get before I'm officially "done" with my education (PhD, anyone?), I don't feel like much of an alumnus.  So then, after driving back to Cincy, picking up the kiddos, and changing shoes, we went to dinner at Big Boy with the whole family, party of 10, your table is ready.  Uh, no you're not splitting us up... Then the food was cold, they screwed up my daughters order, not once, but twice.  How can you do that to a 6 year old?  Expect her to sit and watch as everyone else has their food and she's still waiting...  Ugh!  Thankfully, I got the salad bar, so I was okay.  Just a really baaaaad experience there.  Today, we have a grad party for my brother in law (high school) and then chillax!  I can't wait for that part!