Finally it is track season again! My ankle is all heeled up so i can run again and pole vault. This year i am being forced to do high jump and hurdles on top of vaulting. I have never high jumped or done hurdles before and i have a feeling I’m going to make a fool out of myself. Mr. smith (my 90 year old coach) says it will help with vaulting and there is point in arguing with him.

Hopefully if everything goes right I will be the new pole vault school record holder by the end of this season I am expected to clear ten feet which is a foot over the current record and two feel over my personal record. 

Playing a coed sport can be a pain in the butt sometimes. I have to spend every practice with Dalton, Lucas, and Kp. They like to make me the brunt of all their jokes. I also get to be there mother for two hours a day picking up after them, tie their shoes, retape all the poles, and give them pep talks. 

*I know I have been slacking on the blog posts a little but that is only because I am in Key West, Florida soaking up the rays. Maybe a bit too much. The first day I got here we had a birthday party for Raeanna’s (my three year old best friend). It was only 75 degrees out so I was fine wearing just shorts and a tee shirt and skip on the sun block. BAD idea that night and part of the next day I looked like a farmer. I only say part of the day because I went to the beach Sunday…

                * Chelsey my aunt that I’m staying with babysits three kids and her own three during the day two of the girls are the Rea and Lilly. Both are sun kissed divas with high expectations and no tolerance for anything less than princess perfect. Sunday morning they hired me on as their personal stylist with a part time gig as a piggy back express. I get to pick out the outfits. Braid, bump, and pigtail hair. Pick out new outfits that look like mine. Hold hands and stuffed dogs. So far I haven’t found a flaw in the job only a little discomfort when they slide down my sunburn in their jean shorts.

                *lobsters down here does not deserve the name. I’m thinking about starting a petition for them to be renamed sea chickens because calling the lobster puts you expectation to high. For one you can only eat the tail which has two bites of meat in it. Two it’s like chewing leather covered in paint thinner. Three word on the street is eating them gives you some one on one time with your toilet.

Today I leave for Florida which should be fun except for this family of four will be traveling in a car that seats five.. I might be able to predict some of our problems on this journey. The four of us are loud people that like our space and all of us but my brother are over 5'8".Gunner the dog will be jumping from lap to lap and licking our faces for the first four hours. Car games like the punch buggy game start of fun and innocent but quickly become competitive ending in someone crying.  My brother still thinks flatulence is funny. Chances are my step moms driving instructor didn't tell her gently press on the brakes to reduce your speed because she just throws her lead foot on there giving us all whip lash and making us scramble for the barf bags. That leaves the driving to my dad and I. It would be fine with that if my dad didn't have rules for driving. His biggest one is don't touch his seat controls. He is a big man so he need the seat almost laying straight back and sitting on the ground. Forcing me to drive like a gangster and look through the hole in the steering. wheel. So I have a feel that my dad will be doing the the driving which should be interesting. When my dad gets tired he starts remixing country songs on the radio. Its funny but there is no way you will get any sleep while he is doing it...Blog day one to be continued tomorrow!

I know my last post was ended with how happy I am. Most people with think this post is stupid so you can stop reading here. Comment "so true" , "I  could not agree more" or "weird". I was just posting. This so i could have one more post on my blog. today I am feeling annoyed! Hopefully making a list of my pet peeves will keep change my mood

My biggest annoyance is when people call me "cute". I know writing this is a risk because someone that reads this will probably see how mad they can make me. I'm fine when people are like "Desi I love your shoes they are so cute matched with that outfit they are so gorgwah" because I know they are just giving me a complaint. Its when people say I'm cute after I say or do something. Like I'm a little kid. I know my voice makes me sound like a five year old but I can't help it that's my voice!!

This it one that I'm trying to work on but I can't stand it when people make that suction noise as they chew. It sounds like they swishing water around or have a microphone hooked up to their mouth broadcasting the sound of them chewing. Its one of those things that makes me sick to be around and I feel bed about that because people probably can't help it.

I know this last one is extra stupid but when people say that they hate water I can't help but get upset. Or if they say that they never drink it. That's just not true your body is made up of ninety percent water! Nobody has any reason to say they hate it keeps you alive!

I am a self-diagnosed second generation flower child. The thought of being all natural or a hippy has been pushed upon me my entire life. See my mom grew up on the 70’s and had me later in life. Mom was the picked fro ,bell bottoms with flower power patches disco parties on Friday night, bra burning on Saturday morning kind if hippy. The kind of hippy that has to pass on her legacy. I am one of four children. My oldest sister is scared of the woods and if she ever tried to use nature to her advantage she most likely would end up trying to use poison ivy in a pulpous. I don’t think my mother even thought of teaching either of my brother her ways so that left me!  

                I was the one that accepted my mother odd parenting style. I love the fact that mom chooses to treat us with home remedies rather than modern medicine. I didn't get cold syrup for every stuffy and sore throat. I got honey and a steam bath. If I fell ;which was very frequently, I was taught to put flour on it  to stop the bleeding then comfrey and bees wax the make it heal faster. Honestly my mom is probably the reason I have such a high pain tolerance.

 Her life style has made me different but I love and accept it. I know what I put in my body and how it will affect me. I am happier than most and I love the choices I have made thus far in my life. Many people find my life style weird because I don’t act like most my age. I dress like an old lady, I love being outside and running, and I don’t do anything that alters myself in anyway because I’m already happy