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.