Fun and Lunacy

Do you ever start laughing, and then you can't stop, and everything anyone does is funny? My mother and I both do that, sometimes at the same time, and then it's like a perfect storm of choking, giggling, crying, and dribbling. It's best when there are lots of people around, because the embarrassment keeps us from stopping, and my brother and father keep alternating between laughing at us and staring around helplessly. I burst into hysterical laughter when I am trying to read something funny out loud. I had the worst time of it when I was little, trying to read Hank the Cowdog's opinion of horses out loud to my parents. I had a cold at the time and laughing made me cough. I remember letting out huge racking coughs, drawing in breath and gasping out three or four words before the laughing led to more coughs. I read the whole passage though, and my parents thought it was funny too.
Now my mother and I burst into hysterical laughter over many things, the dogs, inappropriate statements, strange things my father says (I love you daddy), and my homework. My mom and I just finished watching season 2 of Teen Wolf, so we have been laughing over funny things that werewolves say and the wonderful lines of Dylan O'Brian. I am sick again (have been for weeks), so all this laughing is really very uncomfortable, but I suppose it's a nice problem to have. At least, I will think so until the little dog tries to run off with my hand and my laughter makes my face an easy and enticing target.

Thanksgiving Aftermath

Two Thanksgivings is a tradition with our family. Once with Grandpa and one or two of my Aunts, and then once at home when we get to keep all the food for ourselves. After a formal reading of "When Father Carves the Duck" by Ernest Vincent Wright, Dad carves the turkey and we all eat like a pack of wolves. The dogs, Nixie and Zooey, must make do with tidbits from our lunch; they are the lowest ranking members of the family after all.

Now we shall be eating leftover turkey for weeks, and bits of it shall explode in the microwave like it does every year, and provide us with great mirth.

Because I have been so very bad about updating, I'm going to use this blog for two goals of mine, and hopefully get better about writing on it. :)

The first goal is my long term quest to become a veterinarian. I'm pre preveterinarian, I have taken a lot of classes I need, but I'm still 16 classes or so away from being able to apply to vet school. My Dad has informed me that becoming a vet costs money, and after doing a little research it looks like it will cost a minimum of $124,000. I am going to try and find a job after this semester, and in the meantime I will try and write and get something published, and perhaps go to school to become a massage therapist. I've been wanting to do that because every other member of my family has terrible back and neck problems, if it would help me pay for college that would be very helpful. I'll write how it goes. Right now however, I just need to pass my classes, I have two A's, 1 B and 1 D. One A has the potential to drop all the way to a failing grade, it's just that type of class, and the D is going to be a challenge to raise.

The other goal is simple fitness. I weigh 147 pounds, and I want to weigh more around 120. Of course I would love to look like a movie star, but I don't think I can. Mainly, I want to be healthy and legitimately  athletic. I cannot run for more than twenty seconds without being out of breath or jog more than a quarter of a mile. Each arm can only lift fifteen or twenty pounds, so I cannot do a single real pushup. I also can't do a backbend, which makes me very depressed.

These are my two goals, well, the two I'm working on now. I have many others but they would take up too much space. Becoming a werewolf is one of them.

Now on to homework.