end of my summer

I am updating this from my phone as I sit in bed. In a few hours, I will be back at school and I wish I didn't have to. I've had a wonderful summer spending almost all of my time with my family and I am finding it very difficult to leave. Infact, I believe I'm having more trouble now than the first time I had to do this. Please hurry labor day, because I'm already homesick.

Goal: Accomplished.

Today, I completed a goal I've had for over a year.

"A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man."

I love my dad. And my mom. And my sister. And my puppy.

My plants are a lost cause... the toad was my demise.



I don't want to leave for school.

Baby vacation...

So, I am leaving in about three hours for a weekend vacation where I will pretend I'm Irish. I actually think I am a teensy weensy bit Irish in real life, but for the sake of fun, I'm going to pretend that I'm completely Irish. However, I am unable to speak with a stellar accent. In all actuality, the only accent I can sufficiently muster up is the Sarah Palin. You should work on that accent because it's really fun to run around saying, "Dooon't yoooo knew" (don't you know, if you couldn't translate my attempt at writing out her accent.)

I also find joy in icebreaker games that don't involve a lot of touching. The ones that do, don't help break the barrier, it increases its strength. Just because a person has a healthy longing for personal space does not mean they are not open to meeting new people and opening up to them. This is completely about the lifesaver/toothpick game. I will continue to refuse to play this game for the rest of my life for two main reasons:

1. STDs.... I'm sure they can be transferred, and I'm sorry, but they organizers of the game do not know where everyone's mouth has been, and I refuse to receive some unwanted sickness in the name of "ice breaking."

2. You can get poked in the eye. Plain and simple.

I'm superman wisdom teeth girl...

That is a legitimate name I called myself. I had surgery on Monday to remove my wisdom teeth, and unfortunately, I have not had any funny moments since the anesthesia wore off.

However... while still recovering from the anesthesia, a bird, toad, and gecko told me they didn't like me. I cried and cried but tears wouldn't come out of my eyes. I then got upset over that and blamed the doctor because I wasn't allowed to drink water after midnight on Sunday. I was convinced I was dehydrated. I kept saying, "I've got wobbly legs!"

And by far, my favorite... I was convinced I was John Cena. I just kept making the hand motion and saying, "You can't see me, Momma, I'm John Cena," even though I was lying on our couch in plain sight.

I also cried because my sister wasn't home to eat mashed potatoes with me. I was super upset and sent her text messages saying to come home and hug me.

Max had his wisdom teeth removed the same day, so we've been bonding over than via text messages.

I am lucky, and I was able to chew today (Tuesday.) I actually ate a piece of pizza.

If you take tylox, eat food first. If not, you're going to get sick.

Ryan is awesome because he brought me soup today.

Invaders from the planet moooooooooolah...

That was the name of a slot machine that ate my $14 dollars.

That's right... I had a birthday! My first legal drink was some really yummy red sparkling wine that my mommy bought me. My first drink in a place other than my home was this super wonderful pineapple coconut margarita. YUM!

I like to keep things low key, and that's how my evening went on Wednesday. My parents got me some diamond earrings that are subtle and wonderful. They also got me some other cute miscellaneous items that I think are awesome.

Ryan bought me a french press, something I've been wanting for a long, long time, and it's lime green!!! I also have a Zinfandel called Valley of the Moon... it's such a cool bottle. =]

Thanks to everyone that wished me a happy day of birth, I appreciate it. I enjoyed the excitement that some showed me... I know, it was about time! To everyone that is in Starkville, we're going to Dave's when we all get back!

Goodbye.

Valentina was the fifth and the prize...?

First off, JBrew, Sarah, and I watched the most interesting and ridiculous movie while they were visiting.

Second, I really enjoyed their visit, and I am glad they got back safe.

Third, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow.

Fourth, don't you like that I'm counting today. I may not be good at math, but at least I know what the numbers are called... with suffixes.... and kinda different.

I think small dogs are perpetual puppies. I like alliterations.

There's some type of corgie on my card!

I wanted to share a few sentences (that might not necessarily be in correct order) from my letter Kim sent me. To be fair, this probably won't make any sense because I did not share a few out-of-order sentences from the letter I sent to her. Most of these sentences are responses to ones I wrote. Oh well, it will be much funnier this way.

• Anyhow, I wanted you to know that I have been pondering the possibility of becoming a miniature equine aficionado or maybe a tattoo artist.
• I hope you know that I think you are a silly sack of potatoes and I can't wait till I get back and we don't have to pay 10 fricken dicken dollars anymore.
• I also think you should know that I miss you slightly more than sometimes but less than all the time because that's just creepy. So, I think that is a normal, healthy type of missing.
• I happen to think that the lack of higher education is turning me into a mental midget.
• I have something to tell you.
• There was a shanty town near my house!
• I really wanted to fill the full card so I'm going to draw random shapes/lines until I run out of space. (There's a walrus in there!)
• P.S. BAZINGA.

I hope you found humor!

Yum.

I just ate TatoNut. Good day? Yes.

I just love those strawberry iced cake donuts. mmmmmmmmmmm.

BTW: My friendsies come today! This is such an awesome present!

Visitors!

I have visitors in the form of JBrew and Sarah coming Saturday night. I am rejoicing. I have missed them.

Completely unrelated, I found out that my family has been harboring a gun for 11 years. Eleven years! Apparently it belonged to my dad's father and we've had it since he passed away. I was reassured that it probably doesn't work and that it's some really old thing, if that is reassuring. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of it, I was just unaware that it lived in my house. I learn new things every day. And yes, the gun LIVES in my house.

That is all.

Forewarning

I will be heavily medicated in the near future (July 19th for those legitimately interested) and you should expect something funny.

So, the gulf is still out there; I was convinced shooting fireworks off over the oil covered 'GULF O' DOOM' was one step away from completely destroying everything.... but I was wrong.

Brock Lesnar is crazy. I hope you watched the fight... we did at my house. Oh, we watched.

BTW, the Gap had an awesome sale. Did you attend?

Pandemonium Day is approaching; I'm ready, are you?

Tomorrow should be the day where we set everything in stone. =]

I can constantly pop my shoulder blades...

So, last night was Katy's birthday. There was food; there was fun; there was even ice cream cones (and brownies.) Everyone looked cool too, and truthfully, that is the most important part.

Well with her birthday officially yesterday's news.... the countdown begins. What countdown you ask? If you have to ask, I'm not answering. Sucks to be you now, doesn't it?

So, I have the complete and utter joy of attending a rendezvous at the oral surgeon's office twice this month. The first time will be relatively lack luster. He will look at the creepy x-ray of my mouth, and then look in my mouth, and tell me that all four teeth of wisdom will need to be removed. This is not new news to me. The second shindig will be painfully exciting, but not the good kind. This is the appointment that involves cutting my mouth and extracting four teeth that decided that they did not like me. This appointment has yet to be set in stone, but when it does, please don't call me. I don't respond to pain medication well. Last time I was on codine, well... I don't remember that night.

In other news, there's a gathering of men at my house tonight. I am unsure of the exact number, but they will all be sitting around watching UFC.

My dad has been sweeping the house for this gathering, how sweet. But, when he sweeps by a wall, he half jams the broom into the wall. You'd think the wall was platform 9 3/4 or something... I'm not sure if he would understand that reference if it was presented to him. That's not to say he has never seen Harry Potter, he just might not remember it. BTW, now my dad is sweeping our screen door. He's legitimately cool.

Goodbye.