Longtime readers may recall that the Lovely Mrs. Sneed earned her Masters in Marriage and Family Therapy this past May, culminating something like four years of hard work. All while still being a full-time, no, more than full-time, pediatric nurse. The next step on her road to becoming an actual therapist involved getting a license from the State of Arizona. In order to get her license, she had to take an assessment to be sure that those long years in school weren't spent just hanging out, drinking beer and cutting class. Evidently, learning is high on the State's agenda. Throughout this process, I have been especially supportive, even if I say so myself. How specifically, you might ask? Well, let me tell you. During the school phase of this process we had about one million conversations like this: Her: I can't do this, I don't want to do this, I'm quitting. Me: Yes you can, yes you do, no you're not. Then came the run up to the test. Months and months of studying, day and night. Her: I am going to fail this test. Me: No you're not. Her: How do you know? Me: I know. Her: You have no idea. Then, she took the test. Her: I probably failed. Me: No you didn't. Her: That's false reassurance. Me: That's psycho mumbo jumbo, you passed. Anyway, she passed with flying colors. She got the letter today. Mrs. Sneed is the smartest and most determined person I know. Congratulations to her! Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky