Sorry for not posting for almost a week… I have successfully almost completed a deep clean of my room and have started packing for move in day in a month. I recently finally got some more cash in my bank account AND the Toms that I have been waiting for have been restocked only to find out that my BRMB gear is going and the Toms together will wipe out my bank account. And the Toms won’t be in stock in September when I get my residual. I guess that’s one bad part about growing up; I don’t get to rely on Mom and Dad to pay for whatever I want, I have to save up the money and buy it myself. For now, I’ll just leave a link for the Toms for me to stare at until I can finally purchase them.
On Friday, some friends and I took our dogs on a day out to the local dog park and to other pet friendly places. We had a blast. I’m extremely excited to be back on campus in about a month so that I can spend as much time as possible with all of my best friends.
We went to the dog park first, and Sasha had a great time rolling in the mud, running as far away from me as possible, and meeting the other kid at the park with the same name.
Then we went to Dairy Queen where Sasha and Jasper were treated to pup cups! (Thanks, DQ, they loved them!)
And water, gotta stay hydrated!
After that were the normal pet stores, PetCo and PetSmart with treats and toys.
Then we took a trip for the humans, to campus and to visit our favorite mascot, Big Red!
This may look weird, but this is what the actual Big Red does. If you graduate Western without having this done at least once, you have not had a life.
Who’s the mascot?
(Hunter wasn’t a fan of our need to selfie all of the time)
I’m so excited to reunite with everyone else soon, and it was a great day out with Hunter and Kaley!
It’s been a while since I posted last and I apologize for that. I’ve been house sitting with spotty wi-fi and have been extremely busy actually having a life.
I turned 19 on Saturday. It’s not really a birthday to celebrate but my friends and I scored some free tickets to the local minor league team, the Hot Rods. They lost but there were fireworks after, and that’s all that counts.
The Wednesday before that, I went to the chiropractor. Since my concussion in March, I’ve been having at least one major, debilitating headache a week and two to three minor ones. This has left me not able to be a normal teenager because I will never know when I will be sick. For example, I went bowling that Monday night and my whole body was sore for three days. I definitely did not exert myself that much. Since my appointment, I have not had a headache. I went back today just to see how I was keeping my adjustments and told my chiropractor. She said that this was a huge accomplishment, and I agree.
After that adjustment last week, some friends and I went hiking in Mammoth Cave and I had a blast. I was actually able to walk around without pain and it felt amazing.
I got my audition music for marching band this year and I’m extremely excited to be back on campus in a little over a month. It will be my sophomore year, but I have junior credits and will be taking freshman music classes…. pretty confusing, right?
I started using my mom’s beauticontrol face brush because I’ve been looking to buy either the Clarisonic or the Olay version of it. I’ve used it four times and I can already see a difference in my face. My acne is getting better and my constant breakout on my cheeks is fading a little. This is just one more thing to go on my list of things to buy before I get back to campus… it’s a pretty long list.
Until next time, and I promise it won’t be as long between posts.
Another week, another housesitting job. This time it’s in the big city (well not that big) and with two adorable dog sisters, Paige and Prue. Don’t expect another post from me until Friday or Saturday (my birthday!). That being said, I’m extremely proud of a guy from my county that performed on Rising Star tonight. His name is Rye Davis and he’s a country boy with good manners and morals, and a thick accent. He used to be pitcher for the WKU Hilltoppers where he was hit by a line drive and blinded him in one eye. He was drafted and played for the Phillies for a while. He is now a cattle farmer in the good ole “city” of Pig. He wasn’t absolutely perfect tonight, but Ludacris’s response infuriated all of us. Here’s his performance.
but you should also check out his Facebook page where he posts his original songs.
Give him a listen and then let me know what you think.
So, during the month of June, my friends and I have been a part of our local community band. We rehearse for two hours on Tuesdays and then give a concert on the following Thursday. After, my friends and I either go out to eat or go play volleyball (or both). I normally get in around 3 am. My mom has a problem with this. Seeing as I know many people that go and party until 3 am, and I’m just chilling in a restaurant, or, in tonight’s case, playing tag in a high school parking lot and then just sitting down and talking for hours on end, I feel like I am okay. Two of my friends have graduated and are in the job market, so if they get a job (or even if they don’t) I won’t see them near as often after the summer. The summer band is over for this year, so I guess it’s a communication barrier that Mom and I will have to work around next year. I guess, with growing up, I will have to learn how to balance spending time with my friends and getting home at a decent hour. That is, until I am able to get an apartment in the city, then I will be able to just invite my friends over to hang out.
One of the worst things about living in a very rural area is that there are limited summer job opportunities. I got into the job market in my county after all of the high schoolers so all of the positions were already filled, except for one. The one that wasn’t did not hire me because I was not available on Tuesday and Thursday nights in June (for the summer band I’m in). So today I threw my name in the hat for a job an hour’s drive away at PetSmart. I figured that I love pets and I’ve had a little experience being a cashier, so I may not totally hate it. The worst thing is that the gas I use going to and from work would cost more than my minimum wage job would give me. Even though this is in the city where I go to college at, when I return next semester, my schedule is basically 8-6 every day and would provide me with limited work hours. I’m looking forward to getting older and having a band camp job, because experience in that department is worth more than a summer job in retail every single time.
So recently my friends have tried to classify what kind of person I will be when I finally move out of my parent’s house. (I’m not too worried about it because that requires me to get a job first and I can’t even get hired this summer, ugh!). One of my friends was like, “Well, when you marry, your husband will probably sleep on the couch because you’re going to have so many dogs in the bed with you. You’ll get the big ones too, like Sasha… tell him that they’ll be outside dogs, and then they’ll stay in the house.” She is probably very accurate. And then Thursday, at my summer band concert (Oh yeah, I’m in my community concert band… it’s nice), I was fangirling over dogs (well that describes it most accurately… they looked like Sasha, okay?), and another of my friends was like, “I picture you as the type of person that wants dogs bigger than them. Is that accurate?” I then showed him a picture of Sasha from February. He is also very accurate.
Hi. My name is Tabitha and I am a dog addict.
When I get my apartment in the future, I’m going to adopt a dog from the humane society or some rescue thing or something. The problem is going to be that I will want to adopt every dog, which is not cool for my bank account or for the dogs (or my roommate who obsesses over my dogs as much as I do).
My Instagram feed is 9/10 dogs, 1/10 Supernatural, and 0/10 of people or animals that I actually know. It’s a problem.
And actually I’m dogsitting this summer. Two weeks ago I watched a 6 month old husky, and the week after this, I’m watching two 6ish year old dogs. I met them Thursday and I’m so excited to spend a week with them.
I am an all around animal person, but I just have to have dogs. I hope, when I finally move to BG, to get a job at PetSmart or PetCo or something like that so I can pet the animals ALL DAY LONG. My life would be happy.
So now, some pictures of my dogs because yeah… oh, and one of Harley.
Lady, Sheltie, 3 years old
Sasha, Great Pyrenees, 8 months old
Harley, Husky, 6 months old
And bonus picture of my friends and I at B-Dubs after our summer band concert on Thursday!