Well, I am just wrapping up the remainder of “Hell Week” with a few days to spare. The last week of the semester is enough to draw insanity out of the dark realms within the crevices of our minds. Yep, it’s almost over guys, and we ROCK! I currently finished an online test while acknowledging the movie “The Shining” playing on my tv in the background. “Hello Danny. Come and play with us.” That is the bomb of a movie, I’ve always loved it. Now of course I am thinking about tomorrow’s “Dexter” episode. The best! What is going to happen next? What is Lyla up to now? Will Dexter finally bite the big one? Oh the suspense is killing me! Isn’t it refreshing to think of other things besides homework and school for once. It’s the best, the end is the best, hey, sometimes the end is always the best. THE END FRIENDS
Break is only about a week ahead and I feel like I’m drowning here. Teachers just love to pile things up into a big mountain of poo just for me to climb up and stick my face in it! My eyes are dilating tremendously, my hair has turned into a complete S.O.S. pad, and my social life is dust. Thanks guys, I always love it when you throw it all at us at once. Must be a popular subject during your meetings, “How will we stick it to ‘em this year?” Oh, did I forget to mention Christmas? OOops, haven’t put the tree up yet. It is amazing how this transformation occurs to me as a student. Summer, my house is clean as a whistle, dinner is served three times a day, and I sleep maybe 6 hours a night. This semester, well, my house could be cleaner, A LOT cleaner. Dinner is served at Mickey D’s and I still sleep about 6 hours a night, yet the stress keeps me up late, so maybe only 3 hours a night. Yeah, I’m really looking forward to Christmas break, that way I can get my tree up and maybe a bit more sleep.
I awoke this morning with a throbbing hangover-induced headache. I shuffled quietly to my bedroom window, drew apart my curtains, and focused upon a dismal reality, snow. As an Alaskan, I have developed a sickness known as Gripey Pessimism, a disease every well-known Alaskan suffers from. During the bright and glorious summers, it is much too hot and there are too many bugs. The summer encourages vast road construction apparently bringing life to a halt. The sun blares down incessantly for 24 hours a day, robbing Alaskans of their sleep. The fall weather is entirely cold and depressing with not enough bugs. Spring remains unpredictable and disgustingly sloppy, again, with too many bugs. Then, there is bloody winter, far too cold, far too dark, far too depressing, and absolutely no bugs. When the winter months bring loads of snow, it is far too difficult to drive. When some winters don’t bring enough snow, our houses are in lack of natural insulation. When the whopping -40 weather rolls in, it is MUCH too cold. If the winter has been mild and warm, it is far too icey. We are never satisfied not matter what the weather brings us. What’s that, is there a cure for Gripey Pessimism? Why, yes, there is. Just stop the whining! Be happy and live with what the seasons bring! Trust me, it could be WORSE.
I pondered in thought regarding my Jack Russell Terrier, Bandit, this morning. Sticking out of a sea of questions like a sore thumb, I fixated on one, why is this dog so crazy? I recalled a lovely day when I was riding horses with my son. I had attached Bandit to a little harness and a nice long lead rope to bring him along for the trip. Being a rambunctious rascal, it was necessary for me to keep him under control. The ride was enjoyable, yet one question sent a tinge of worry that fluttered through the pit of my stomach. What if we see another dog? If we crossed paths with another dog whether it be a Rottweiler, Husky, or Werewolf, our tiny 15 lb Bandit would insanely pursue it. The duration of the ride had been a relaxing one, the sun beating down on our backs, a slight blowing breeze caressing our faces….until. An over-sized Husky came leaping through the darkness of the tree-lined road side. My tiny Russell flipped around and hurdled aggressively toward the large beast. I turned my horse quickly in attempt to flee from the confrontation, dragging and tugging Bandit in panic. Bandit continued to avoid my aids, pulling and biting against the hold of his little harness. The Husky made a violent dive toward my little loco dog. Bandit was more than ready for the attack, yet while he was in mid-bark I pulled Bandit quickly up on my horse’s back by his rope and harness. The hoist has accompanied by a shrill scream resembling the shriek of monkeys trapped in a barrel of ice water. The Husky retreated quickly, perhaps realizing that my horse would have been more than happy to stomp on him. I held my small dog in my arms never forgetting the look of surprise on his face. My son and I both laughed with relief. Escorted by Bandit on my horse’s back, we headed home.
When I recall this story, I can’t help but to admire the integrity and grit of our little dog. These small breeds carry a bundle of wit in their tiny bodies, a hidden confidence that they could take on something so large and scary. Life could be a tremendous thing in itself, and we, petite and courageous, must pursue it. We have to be ready to leap out at the large, scary changes we will face and God will be prepared to pull us up on his lap when things get difficult.
I wouldn’t be surprised if this site in particular has been mentioned several times. My favorite site would be, of course, myspace.com. Myspace is a wonderful way to connect with forgotten friends and folks from far away. Myspace has several available options such as a blogger, a picture album, links to personalize your page, e-mail, and so much more. I have reunited with several friends that I had back in the day. The design of Myspace is very simple and quite quick to follow. I highly recommend myspace, it can be a great experience.
Hi, I’m LaRene and I’m super cool! I like to ride horses and hang out with my boy. My son’s name is Pedro and he is in 7th grade. He’s a super cool kid too.
I’m oblivious about what else to say so I would like to share a joke with you all.
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.
The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered him in another
race and he won again.
The local paper read:
PASTOR’S ASS OUT FRONT.
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the
pastor not to enter the donkey in any more races.
The next day the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES THE PASTOR’S ASS.
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey.
The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline:
NUN HAS THE BEST ASS IN TOWN.
The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey so she sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the headlines read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the
donkey and lead it to
the high plains where it could run free.
The next day the headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.
Alas .. the Bishop was buried the next day.
MORAL OF THE STORY???
Being concerned about public opinion can bring you
much grief and misery and even shorten your life.
So, be yourself and enjoy life.
Stop worrying about everyone else’s ass and you’ll live longer.
