Time for an update on riveting life. Senior year is winding down, i can hardly believe it! I would never admit this to my mother but I'm actually starting to freak out. Come June 6th I'll have to grow up and I don't think I'm quite ready for such responsibility. I love being 17 and immature. Once in college we'll never be able to sneak through the halls, think of ridiculous and overused excuses as to why we aren't in class and hide from security officers on days when going to choir or cooking just isn't an option. Being able to walk out the doors and lay on the south lawn after a hard day of cooking, choir and seminary will never happen again and I am a bit sad about that. I'm just barely starting to appreciate being a teenager, in high school and the things you can get away with because of it, and now its over! College will be cool but I wish I would have appreciated high school while it lasted. The family is gooood, however I'm on the verge of murdering one of them. Our house is NEVER quiet, not for one moment. Mom will be blending something in the kitchen, dad will be yelling at Wrigley for whatever thing she has broken, torn apart or ruined, Haylie will have the blow dryer on, or Meg will be playing her sax, piano, a combination of both, or singing. Naps are few around here because of it. I'm trying to love our Wrigley Beans, I really am, however I honestly don't think I'll love her like Pupcake. Reasons why:
Pupcake never tore my flesh apart.
Pupcake always came when she was called unlike Wrigley who never comes when she is called.
Pupcake never barked incessantly.
Taking Pupcake out to relieve herself was never a 37 minute event.
Pupcake never completely humiliated me by dragging out some of my lovely lady undergarments when the home teachers were over (or whoever was visiting)
Pupcake didn't chew so loudly I wanted to kick her in the chops.
I always think that by spending time with her it would increase my affection for her but by the end of the walk I'm sick to death of the biting at the ankles, the pant leg, her leash, my ankle, my hands, my ankles, my face, more ankles. However when she comes and says good morning with her huge snarly smile I some how forget what a horrendous beast she can be.
3 comments:
Aspen! Thanks for telling us how wonderful our little guy is. You're so sweet! I'm so glad you found our blog. I was so excited to read your comment and love looking at your cute pictures and reading about your fun adventures. You're such a darling girl and we can't wait to see you soon!
P.S. College is the best! I thought high school was fun, but college was like the funnest night of high school every night. You're going to love it!
P.P.S. Greg told me to tell you...Go Yanks! (and he can still beat you at musical chairs!)
Aspen- 17 was my favorite! But... there is much to look forward to and you will love the independence that comes with college and you will learn so much more and actually enjoy learning, unlike high school where you learn next to nothing and hate every minute of it. The friends aspect is fun but you will love meeting so many new people in college, I'm really excited for you- but can't believe it! You are growing up and that means I have grown up and that's just scary. Enjoy every minute, it goes by so fast!
So... I miss you guys and want to hang out soon! I don't know if you got your guys' invitation to my shoe party but I really hope you'll come! Love you!
My poor little Aspie, you have so many problems lying ahead of you, waiting to pounce on you and your body! You'll think Wrigley is a cloud of cotton compared to the tortured life you are about to embark upon. All I can say honey is strap on that seat belt, you're about to take the ride of your life and I wish I was going to be right along side of you. I love you babe, you just remember that.
Auntmainie
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