Long Live the Reckless and the Brave ♥
I know I already posted this picture but I’m being lazy right now.
ps - this was directly taken from my blogspot. Like I said before, I’m being lazy right now.
For the last couple months, I’ve been asking my parents for a puppy. These last couple weeks, I really pushed for one. My parents agreed and we began our search for the perfect dog. My mom said we needed to find one like Liliy, our other dog, “A $30 mutt that fits our family”. After searching and searching through pages of breeding websites and classified ads for dogs, we finally found something. A beagle/lab/retriever mix for $25 only an hour away from us. The negative to this perfect puppy was that he was a he. All the male dogs we’ve had have never worked in our favor. We’ve always ended up having to give them away because they disrupt our house too much. That was one thing I didn’t want. We’ve had a few pets in the past who have really disrupted our home and I didn’t want to put Liliy through the again.
Mom went out on a limb though, said we could go look at him and she called the lady who had him. We had a late start to our visit because Mom offered to baby sit Peyton that day. He apparently hadn’t taken a nap yet so the idea didn’t seem to awful. Well, we were wrong. Peyton ended up screaming half of the ride there. We got lost quite a few times. It was a headache inducing adventure, to say the least. Finally we got there though.
The puppy I held wasn’t the puppy I saw online. I was a little disappointed at first. He was more black, only having white on his toes rather than all over like the one online. His brother was going to live with a family in New Jersey, which is at least a nine hour from from here, mind you. I didn’t mind too much after I held the little black one for a while. He was calm, mellow and he wasn’t freaking out like some puppies do. I was in love. I was sold. Mom knew that by the look on my face. I wanted to take him home. He was going to be perfect, I could tell. $30 later and he was mine.
He didn’t move much in the car. He laid down next to Peyton’s carseat in the backseat and I sat next to him, protecting him from Peyton’s wrath. He had a sippy cup thrown on him and a pacifier, as well. Peyton was awful the ride home. He was only quiet for 10 minutes, maybe. I was so happy to be back home.
We immediately took the puppy to the backyard where Austin and Dad joined us. Liliy came out too but she was so freaked out by the puppy that she ran away from it whenever it got close. Ramsay was my first choice in name but Dad said it sounded too much like Remi, which is our cat’s name. I agreed with him after I thought about it. Somehow we ended up with the name Cook. Maybe it’s because I love cookies or that I really liked the name. He looks like a Cook to me.
So let me introduce you to Cook, my 10 week old puppy. I’m new to this. I’ve never had a puppy before but so far I’ve been giving it all I’ve got.
Here we are, two days later. We’ve had a couple accidents in the house. Poop only once. Pee, a couple times and he threw up once because we ran him around right after eating. He seems happy and he likes to sleep. We gave him a bath this morning. He was really dirty but now he’s all clean. I love him and I don’t regret getting him at all. I won’t say these past 48 hours have been easy because they haven’t. It’s really tough. It’s been two days and I’m already out of breath. I don’t know what I’d do without my little brother. He’s surprisingly a huge help.
I’m going to have to get a routine. I’ve gotten some of it down. Pee breaks after naps. I just don’t know how long it takes for him to poop. That’s the worst. I’m waiting for it now. He ate a handful of puppy chow a couple hours ago and I’m sure I’ll wake up to a pile in the living room tomorrow. I wish he was housetrained already.
Why don’t you spend any time with your boyfriend?
I really don’t think I can express how much I absolutely hate this question. Because no matter who it’s coming from, it’s always a person who has no idea what they’re talking about, people who don’t know me at all. I don’t know what they want me to say? I mean, sorry for not trying to suck off his face while you (or anyone else) are in the room.
I can definitely be a bashful person sometimes but that’s not what stops me from acting all couple-y with my boyfriend in front of other people. I’ve been the third wheel before and I know how uncomfortable I get when I’m with a couple and they’re acting disgustingly cute. And I hate watching people make out. I hate it and it grosses me out, so why would I make someone else have to witness it? I’d rather not.
I know when is the right time to act cute and most of the time, I prefer it to be a private matter instead of broadcasting it in front of a ton of people.
And as far as I’m concerned, those people are the ones who are interrupting my time with my boyfriend. So GTFO.
We had to take a family-ish picture for my brother’s english project.
Since we don’t have any recent ones. The last one we took was from before my parents divorce. So… pre-fifth grade for me.
These were the out-comes:
He had to have EVERYONE involved, including that cat and the dog.
P.S. I totally just realized that my lunchbox is in this picture.
Liliy, Dad, Me, Mom, Remi and Austin. That’s my family.
My reasoning for showing you this is because I love them. I feel like I don’t tell them enough. They’re honestly my safely blanket. They’re the people I come home to when I’ve had a bad day. I know I can talk about my problems with any of them and they’ll listen, including my brother. I know that I can walk around in my pajamas after not showering for three days and they’ll still talk to me without passing judgements. I know that I can joke around with them and they with me, without anyone’s feelings getting hurt. We fight about petty things and we get into screaming matches but what family doesn’t?
I remember a time where things weren’t so good. Austin and I beat the shit out of each other. Mom and Dad partied all the time. They were fighting. We all were fighting. Dishonest things were going on without Austin and I being even remotely aware of what was going on. A divorce was finalized and at the time, it seemed like our family was broken beyond repair.
I stopped talking to dad. He was the one who left. It was all his fight even though I’d seen what had happened. I heard the fights. Mom was the bad one but I blamed dad because he was the one who up and left us and this wasn’t the first time. I finally went and saw him after six weeks. I figured I had to get ready to have two Christmases, two birthdays, two houses, two bedrooms and anything else that we did as a whole was going to be separated into two pieces; one for mom and one for dad. When I was starting to get used to the idea, dad started coming around more. I don’t really remember when my parents made it official that they were together again but they were. Not even a year divorced and we were a family again.
I guess I’m a lucky one. For the longest time, I listened for the fighting. I listened for mom’s sobs and dad’s angry words but they never came. After so many years, I couldn’t believe that they had completely stopped fighting. They argued. They got fussy but they worked through it. They calmed down. There were no more late night yelling, or dad sleeping on the couch. Everything was fine.
Now, I think the entire process has strengthened us as a whole. Austin and I fight less, barely physically. Dad and Mom seem to never fight anymore, at least not compared to what had happened before. I can’t remember the last time I saw my mom cry over my dad. We’re actually a family now. I’m so much closer with my brother then I was before. I’m so much closer than I was with my parents. I love it.
My family might not be perfect but they’re mine and I love them. I wouldn’t ask for a different set of parents or for my brother to disappear. I’d be lost if our family broke up again. :( Never again.
So it’s Friday.
And I figured, I haven’t posted anything in about a week (I’ve been reblogging pictures all week but not a lot). It kinda seems like I can’t find the time or words for a lengthy post anymore (and I completely forgot about my challenge I was doing. Planning on finishing that one up) even though I’m doing more nowadays than I did during the summer. Surprisingly enough, I’ve been pretty busy this week which may explain why I almost fell asleep during seventh period. I feel like I haven’t sleep in days but in reality I’ve been going to sleep before midnight every night this week. I should probably take a nap before I go get Josh.
This was basically my week… From the time I leave the house to when I get back home.
Monday: School (6:40AM to 3:30PM) & Girl Scouts (6:00PM to 8:30-45PM)
Tuesday: School (6:40AM to 3:30PM)
Wednesday: School (6:40AM to 3:30PM) & GS Recruitment Meeting (6:00PM to 8:30-9PM)
Thursday: School (6:40AM to 3:30PM) & GS Recruitment Meeting (6:00PM to 9PM)
Friday: School (6:40AM to 3:30PM) & I’m going to get Josh later.
For the weekend, I don’t have anything tomorrow besides hang out with Josh but on Sunday I have a six hour field day-like thing with the girl scouts. I really love being a girl scout but this week is wearing me out.
This may not look like a lot to some people but for a girl that doesn’t do much after 3:30 on a weekday, this is an extreme amount. Not only was I out of the house more than usual, I was being a lot more active.
Girl Scout Recruitment meetings were what wore me out the most. My troop leader has been a recruiter for three years and this was the third time that we’ve helped her out. She talks to the parent’s about girl scouting while we take their kids to another room for games. Wednesday, there were a ton of little kids. They were so hyper and jumpy and loud. I honestly wanted to strangle a few by the time the night was over but I had to restrain myself. Thursday, there were a ton of girls that night too. This time I brought my sounddock and we danced instead of playing games. I had a ton of fun and I love being with younger girl scouts but holy fucking shit man, they all had so much energy. By the end of the nights, I just wanted to go home and sleep. That’s what I did. I didn’t really want to sleep because I knew I’d just have to get up at the ass crack of dawn to get ready for school.
I’m sure Sunday is going to kill me too. Survivor Girl Day is a six hour event that is being held for all the GS in the area. It’s like a field day almost. Our troop is going to help out with games and activities instead of participating. I couldn’t pass up a $5 t-shirt and a free bandana. I’m a dork. I think it’ll be fun though.
I have to pick up Josh later tonight. I’m driving again. I really need to sleep a little before then so I don’t kill anyone.
Oh, and I signed up to take a baby home for Child Development today.
We’re taking home baby dolls, just for the experience, so no grade. They’re the really ridiculous baby dolls that cry and stuff. I’m excited. My possibly babies are: Black Male, Black Female, Hispanic Male, Hispanic Female and White Female. We’re one of the few schools in our area that aren’t really diverse but since we share the dolls with other schools, those are our possible babies. Brandi wants the black male. So do I. :)
The dolls are the type that you have to bring everywhere with you so there is a car-seat and everything you have to take when you go get it. I talked to Vicky today about bringing it on the bus. She said it’d be fine. Hannah and I are excited but we’re going to be one of the last groups in our class to get the babies. So it’ll probably be next month when I get to take one home.
Needless to say, I’ll be posting at least one picture of my companion when I get him/her.
Oh sweet jesus.
I just tried on all the bathing suits that I have for tomorrow since I won’t be getting my new one until later next week probably and I was completely appalled. None of them look even semi-flattering, but then again, I don’t look flattering at all in a bathing suit.
One of the was a strapless top that had blue and white strips. It made me look fatter than I already am.
The second one I put on was so thin. It had no padding what so ever. There is no way I’m going out in that when you can see my nipples. Plus, it didn’t hold my boobs in. It just covered them a little bit. The sides hung out. Nasty.
The third one that I didn’t even bother to try on was a really old yellow one with flamingoes on it. It’s just hideous and makes me look like I’m a fat twelve year old.
I can’t wait to get my new bathing suit. It sucks that my only good one if at my friend’s house and she’s camping for the weekend.
I want to go camping right now.
I want to be surrounded by nature. I don’t want to camp in a shitty camp ground where there are sixty different people around you instead of trees. I mean, that’s why girl scout camps are the shit. For those who’ve never been to GS camp, well… get a good troop and you’ll have a blast. I do. :) [Indeed, that does mean I’m a girl scout but I’m fucking proud. My troop is bad fucking ass. You’d be jealous.] But I dont want to go to GS camp right now.
…I actually just want to sit and fish.
Good gods, what is wrong with me?
Last summer I didn’t want to leave the house but this summer all I do is want to be outside.
Fuck
I was sitting in my room, listening to music and doing the tumblr thing, ya know. I was thinking, ‘Im hungry, man. I want some food.’
I walked out to the kitchen to find that I had water on the stove for some pasta salad that I had put on there a while ago. I completely forgot about it and I knew I was going to but I went back to my room anyway earlier.
So, it’s boiling and shit and I go to open the pasta shells and then BAM, the 1/3rd of them fly across the counter.
I hope this pasta salad is damn good or I’ll be pissed.
I keep wanting money and mom keeps telling me to get a job.
I’d get a fucking job but no one will take me to get an application for anywhere. It’s not like I can drive myself to Oxford to get applications.
Everyones like “Go to Oxford. It’s got tons of places to work.” I know that. I go to school there but it’s not in a fucking walking distance from my house. Most of the places to work in Oxford are fast food places and restaurants. I’m sorry that I have no desire to work in the food business, not even for my first job. They say food is where the money is at right now. Dude, no. It’s not. I know people who work at Arby’s and McDonalds. They make minimum wage. I can make that too while working somewhere else. Just because everyone else’s first job is at McDonalds doesn’t mean I want it to be mine.
I’m too young to work at Gamestop. Too far away to work in any of my favorite stores.
I’d like to work in a bookstore. There is a university in Oxford. There has to be bookstores.
“He was the first man to put his meat on the moon.”
Ren & Stimpy is on. That means it’s time for bed. Its 4:18AM and I haven’t been to sleep since noon yesterday. I’m actually pretty awake but I’d rather not have a run in with my dad because I’m up this early.
P.S. I love summer break.
I hate you, internet.
You are so incredibly boring at this time of night. You’re basically putting me to sleep. This isn’t right.
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