Ok, I'm going home a little early à cause de mon chien.

It's more like...it's not my dog, it's my stepdad. I guess the thought of my little 13 year old dauchsund in the backyard, in a pen, just being a dog, was enough to give him an aneurism. I couldn't fathom why there was just no compromise with this...the fact that she wasn't even near him and didn't even have the privelage of roaming the backyard. Why the hell was he mad? I realized it was a question of me challenging his "authority". And that's what it's always been. If any of you know the story of HellChristmas '04, it was the same thing. I went to counceling after this because I thought that maybe the problem was myself and that I needed to come to terms. After being forced to cry over things that happened 14 years ago, I realized that the problem was so surface -- just people being petty because they can. And that's my stepdad. 5 foot 6 inches of tejano lovin' pettiness. I hate that I still have so much rage towards him for changing what I loved about my mom. But, she's happy. She hates the division in our family but she loves him. He is my brother's father...and he's turning out ok. So, I just gotta remember that. My mom has a whole different set of standards than I do.

So in conclusion, I cannot go to Houston, Mexico, or anywhere else that requires me to be gone for more than 2 days because no one can watch my dog, and I can't leave her alone for more than 48 hours because that's just animal cruelty. She is badly behaved, but that has to do with being old and grumpy. But, she snuggles. She will lick your hand when she knows you're sad. If you give her a chance and be patient with her she'll warm up to you. Colleen has been in my life longer than she hasn't, and I will be sad the day she goes. I will miss having to buy pedigree little champions and having a step-stool by the bed so she can get up.

Ok, next stop, Beth's wedding!

*edit* maybe houston afterall, lindsey, nicole, and amy. The dog can come with me. She is compact and be snuck into hotels. My sister wants to go too and go to Galveston ( or at least Kemah ) on friday. I asked my aunt if I could work in her office for her when I'm not with friends. Cross your fingers! Kerr Hall/West Hall roommate reunion!!

Oh man. That reminds me. Remember when Lindsey passed out in the bathroom and Kelley just stared at her and went back to bed like the lazy hoe she was? Remember Nicole when we drove to Sachse to dig out the bottle of my dad's homemade wine from my closet and almost died? ( Both from the wine and from the 18-wheelers on I-35 )

Oh college, I will miss you so.