I got my certificate?

This is a bit of old news for those handfew of people who actually read my blog, but oh well. I got my cosmetology license! Except that it is not called a license in the great state of Oregon, but only a certificate. A certificate? That does not sound nearly as cool. Sort of reminds me of receiving a participation award, or one of those comments the teacher always sent home with my report cards saying things like, "Amber is a pleasure to have in class". But, even though I only have a certificate, I am proud of myself because I worked pretty hard to get it and plan on bringing home the bacon with it. Yay me! Later Rosco and I celebrated by throwing around the old pigskin.