A little love...and a whole lotta cuteness

There is nothing better than being at home.

If only everyone could be in love from age 14.

The farm is the most peaceful place on earth.

Where you can meet your first fish...

And completely enjoy the great outdoors!

I loved my weekend at home. There is nothing better than puppies and babies....except of course enjoying them while also enjoying a glass of wine and the fact that my thesis is DONE!

Finally got to meet baby Miles, and spend some quality time with the family, and stop the fun for a minute to say "Cheese" (do you like grilled cheese?) with Aidan.....and yes I do.

Grandma gets a little lovin' from wide

awake Miles, (who despite the shirt

proclaiming a "crabby" baby,

is not even close to crabby,

only adoreable.)

I can't imagine a more perfect weekend..... and for a moment, while I download the rest of my pictures onto my laptop, I can pretend that I don't have to go to class or to work, I would like to imagine my only responsibilities being sitting by a fire, making s'mores.

Adam and Jenny Etc

My bro leaves this weekend for real....the Doc said he was cleared to go and so he will be off....I just want to send him with a little reminder:

You have the most beautiful, wonderful, intellegent sisters in the world, who love you very much, and can't wait for you to come home.

Home and Family and Love and Hugs

I love home and family and bon fires and long talks....and it was just the type of weekend I was desperately in need of. I will post adorable pictures and what-not later. (now I should be doing my homework)...but I just wanted to say that my weekend ended with the best possible good bye that went like this.

"Ok. Bye. I'm leaving. You can have a hug ANNNND a kiss."
"Both? I'm so lucky! Why can I have both?"
"Because I love you annnd I'm leaving."

Awww. I love you too Julia.

And note, Zack only got a hug.

If only the rest of the world thought that leaving required a hug annnd a kiss, it would be a much happier place....and you would be constantly getting hugs from creepy people, but you win some you loose some.

One more long day......

I have to finish Chapter 4 of my thesis, do about 506 loads of laundry (and make myself put it away), unpack from last weekend's trip, repack, and work from 6pm-3am..... then I am going home for the weekend and I can't wait to be able to relax.

long weekend

after driving for what seems like an eternity this weekend, (3 hrs home, 10 hours to Roanoke, 3.5 hours to Richmond, 12 hours home, 3 hours back to rochester....) I am really looking forward to next weekend, and relaxing at home, playing with Zacks new puppy and just being happy.

The Weekend

My brother leaves for Iraq this weekend. OK, well no, he leaves for North Dakota and gets more training for two weeks (which I don't think is enough training but what do I know) and then he'll be leaving.....but its this weekend we say our good byes and i love yous......

and I am not ok with this at all.

Please say a prayer for Adam and all the other boys that are leaving their families.

OUCH and More OUCH

Saturday my little baby puppy dog got attacked by evil mutant wasps and I hate them. Penny and I were lounging around the yard, she was sniffing things and playing with her ball, I was pulling weeds. She likes to run up and down the length of fence between my house and the neighbor in order to tease the neighbors' chocolate lab puppy, Bella.

Then Bella yipped this earth shattering cry and went tearing towards her garage, and I looked over to find Penny COVERED in wasps, crying and running in circles trying to bite them off of her back. Penny only weighs 11 lbs....she had 18 wasps on her stinging her with their vicious little butts. Luckily I had my gardening gloves on and I could swat them off of her, (and I only got stung once). We went inside and I threw her in the cold tub thinking that would make her feel better. Within minutes she was passing out, puking and peeing uncontrolably and crying. Then she was having trouble breathing, then I was crying....

So I called Dr. Mckenna.....aka Dr. Doolittle, who is amazing in every way. He answered his cell phone, in the middle of his nephew's wedding, and walked me through what to do with Penny.

Note: Dogs can have people Benedryl, one mg per pound of body weight. Or double that in the case of extreme emergency.

And I put her in a baking soda bath with vinegar in the sink, because that is what I would have wanted if I was in her situation....and fed her water with a turkey baster.....and she is fine.

I never knew that I would become so attached to a little dog that I didnt want. I never would have thought in a million years that I would be ready to jump in the car to go to the doggy emergency room to spend god knows how much money on saving my dog....but i was ready.

I hate how they have such control of our hearts. And I love the little rat dog.....

Welcome little one!

So happy to welcome baby Miles into the family! Even Zack said he can't wait to meet him (which is a BIG step for him, as he is petrified of babies).

So WELCOME Miles Benjamin, you are so loved, and we can't wait to meet you.

Grad School Blues

I hate Grad school. I hate that I am smarter than many of my teachers. I hate that I am spending what feels like millions of dollars on an education that I could have acquired by simply utilizing some of my common sense. I hate that my teachers (not Dr.s, just teachers) consistently spend four hours of my life teaching me nothing! I hate that I get assigned hours of busy work because my teachers do not have any real assignements to give me because there is no real content in the courses they are "teaching". I particularly hate my teacher from last semester that told her summer semester students that my classmates and I are learning disabled. Thats right, learning disabled. Why did she say that you ask? Because we, being english and math majors, did not feel qualified or comfortable with the task of tutoring her high school students in global and American history. Her high school students who have failed the global history and American history regents more than twice and must pass if they are to graduate.

And mostly I hate that I cannot for the life of me concentrate on writing my thesis.

Finals and Crap

Just in case anyone wondered why I have been MIA it can all be boiled down to Roberts Wesleyan College eating my brain. I absolutely hate the last week of school, I hate finals and I truly cannot read my thesis one more time. Lucky for me it is almost summer.....oh wait, my summer classes begin on Tuesday. Love this life.