I find Aunt Flo to be most inconvenient, especially since I’ve started my final preparation this week and will continue into next week. Also, I was very uncomfortable balancing a ration for a 250 pound heifer as it was, but goodness, I was so nauseous today in class! I ended up going back to my room and taking an hour-long nap, then I did this:
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- Boys getting sleepy from the attention!
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- Wyatt & the Flemmingh Method
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- Wy & I
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- Baby Harmony
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- L-R: Me, Copper, Wendy (mom), other mom (lol) and Harmony
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- Harmony & I
There are more on facebook, especially of the bigger boys, who are the three-six year olds who are in training/for sale. The bay who I’m with in half of the photos is Wyatt, who I adore. I want him.
Did I mention I almost adopted a dog a few weeks ago? Don’t remember. Good news, however, is that she was adopted later that week, so she wasn’t put down. Despite the number of dogs I’m around all the time here, she has been the only one I’ve yearned for. I was seriously considering disobeying my parents and getting her, lodging her at a friends farm until I got the apartment, then moving her with me to Athens.
Still waiting on the news as to A) whether I got in to school and B) whether I can get it paid for. In the next month, May, it will be hell aside from going home and doing nothing. I will finish school, take finals, receive notification from these colleges, and see whether I can get HOPE or not for next year. Then, if all goes well, I move to Athens on the 29th. (:
In other news, there is a girl in the dorms who got engaged recently to her boyfriend, and is getting married this summer. Her roommates (a quad, so four total) threw her a lingerie party and I went out with Jo to help get her something. We were going to spend fifteen minutes, in and out, but it ended up being an hour of course, because we kept being goofs and pulling the most rediculous pieces out. Ended up getting her massage oil and some bath bubble from VS, which apparently were big hits and no one else thought of the idea (underwear was the favorite, of course). It was cute, and I’m leaving all thoughts of a nineteen year old getting married to a one-minus year relationship out. Heh.
