Beasts

I  begged my parents for a little, petite, delicate, inside dog for years. I dreamed of carrying around my tiny pet in the cutest little bags and dressing her up in adorable sweaters. This is what I got:

Meet Beast #1; otherwise known as Ronald Reagan. He is three years old, loves day-long naps, anything edible, long walks, squeaky toys, and of course his owner, me. Reagan is the biggest beagle you will ever see, weighing between 50-60 lbs. However, do not make the assumption that Reagan is fat; he is merely stocky.  

Meet beast #2; otherwise known as Margaret Thatcher. She loves playing fetch, splashing all of the water out of her bowl, sleeping at your feet, getting as dirty as possible, and following her brother (Ronald Reagan) around. I received her as a graduation present, however, she has actually become my mother's dog. Thatcher, a nine-week old dalmation/ husky mix, will be replacing me in the family once I leave for college. 

For a few rare moments of the day, Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher play with each other peacefully. These harmonious occasions are shortly lived, however. 

Usually their relationship resembles something found on the discovery channel. 

They bite.

They snarl.

They growl.

They claw.

They attack.

But moments like these make all of the rest slip from your mind. 

 I love my beasts. Amen.

Grace

April 24th West TN. Tea Party

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon (the day before prom actually... not that prom has ANYTHING to do with this post...). I was excited (being the little conservative extremist that I am) about going to a tea party with my parents. No this was not the kind of tea party where you lift you pinkie finger, cross your ankles and wear you best Sunday dress. No, my dear friends, this was not that kind of tea party at all.

This was one of the first signs I saw upon arriving at the field where the party was to be held. I do not believe that this man's sign held an ounce of sarcasm. I would guess that 3/4's of the attendants of the event owned gun permits, multiple guns, and bullets.  I will be joining the ranks very soon.

Amen sister. AMEN! As a side note: I am sick of hearing the word change. So I grabbed a thesaurus and found the word revolutionize. It seems to be a more appropriate word to use now that the other one has been tainted.

Amen Brother. AMEN! I love this guy's sign because it sums up a whole lot that has been going on in our country. I am an American and I fully stand behind the original beliefs and morals of the people that founded this great country. For that, I will not apologize. 

Now isn't this just the cutest thing you have EVER seen?!? Seriously, what is more adorable than an older couple who apparently still loves one another and our country after fifty some-odd years of marriage. I asked them if they would adopt me as their granddaughter. 

The older couple from above said they would not adopt me (it wasn't anything personal they added...they just already had many grandchildren to care for...I envy their grand kids). Looks like I am left with these people.  

All in all, the West TN. Tea Party was a great event. There were hundreds of people of different backgrounds, careers, and ages that were standing up for their beliefs and vocalizing that they did not agree with what was going on with our country. 

I was proud to be among them all. 

Fried Chicken, Reagan & Margaret, and an ipod touch

My mother is currently cooking fried chicken strips, mashed potatoes, texas cheese toast, and lima beans. 

The house, Ronald Reagan, and Margaret Thatcher are squeaky clean thanks to a morning full of elbow grease. 

My brother agreed to go with me tomorrow to get my free iPod touch.

The shelves and cabinets are stocked full of chocolate covered grahams crackers, cheese puffs, grape juice, and cinnamon rolls. 

My hair looks great. 

All is well in my world. Amen. 

Oh How Quickly Times Change

I graduated on Thursday, May 14th at 7:00 p.m.

It is currently Tuesday, May 26th at 4:23 p.m.

My friends and I have already started the melodramatic reunions every time we see each other. 

We hug.

We scream.

We jump up and down.

We squeal.

The sad thing is that it hasn't really been that long since we last saw each other. Except for Nell. No one had seen her until this morning in like a year. 

I love my dear hermit-like friend. 

Now I have a friend that is like a hobbit and one that is like a hermit. 

I love my life. Amen

Weekend Observations

Observation #1: The pepto-bismal-like tablets from the other day (the rocket day) turned my tongue brown. That's right. BROWN. Let me be the first to say that sticking out your tongue so that you can brush it and finding that it is no longer bubble gum pink is a scary thing. I thought I was going to die. 

Its okay, though. My tongue is returning to the color God intended it to be. 

I will NEVER take those pepto-bismal-like tablets again. 

Observation #2: Peanut butter milk shakes from Sonic are awesome. I would have its babies if I could.

Observation #4: Sitting through thirty minutes of choir practice royally stinks...especially when you are not physically able to sing at all and you don't know the words to any of the songs and your peanut butter milkshake is starring at you and the girl behind you is singing like an angel.

Observation #5: Never underestimate hobbits. They have like a six sense for scrabble. If there is a triple letter score tile within ten feet of them they will find it and play and "x".

Observation #6: Cruise control + Calculus project = 1 argument over time intervals ( make that several arguments)... 5 slices of pizza... and 3 semi-frantic phone calls.

Observation #7: Reagan somehow got ahold of some bologna.

Observation #8: We don't have any bologna in the house. 

Observation #9: An old alley can be a very pretty place to take a photograph.

Observation #10: There is no observation 3.