Don't get me wrong, I somewhat enjoy politics but I think nearly 95% of the country is in agreeance that they get sick of the political ads and all the mumbo jumbo that goes with it. I was quite getting sick of hearing words like "Big Spending" or "That's simply not true."
All this got me to thinking of things that I will never miss again. Those things that may come around maybe once in a great while or never again. The things where you go "Ah-man" and dread it until it's over.
Don't miss...
1. The obvious... Campaigning on all levels.
2. Puberty pimples... you know the big red zits or even the nice nasty white ones. Ones where you want to pick and pinch but you know it's bad if you do. You know what I mean b/c your nose is probably scrunched up right now reading this going... ah yuck.
3. Finals week. Hours and Hours of studying and cramming in the library. All nighters where you hop yourself up on junk food and coffee and pop so much that you can't sleep for the next 48 hours b/c of your extreme caffeine buzz.
4. Grocery shopping in an apartment building. You park and then either make multiple trips or stuff and shove your arms full until they are falling off and the plastic bag handles are cutting off circulation to the rest of your arm wondering if you are going to need an amputation as a result only to make it half way up to your floor and one bag either falls out the bottom or the more likely choice the bag handle breaks.
5. Walking the bean fields. I know this is a foreign topic for most of you but as a farmer's daughter we got the privilege of waking up early in the morning, early to us at that time, put on some grubby clothes and tennis shoes and go out to the sugar beat or soy bean fields and walk up and down the rows pulling and hoeing each weed and basking under the sun . Usually getting severe A.D.D. that resulted in an urge to pick up a big muddy sloppy ball and throw it at your sister to start a mudd fight.
6. Mowing the grove. Living in the country you usually have a large group of trees that surround your house that separates your house and yard from the endless plains of farm fields. Mom and dad decided they like the evergreen look so for miles and miles (tiny bit of exaggeration) we would have to mow around each evergreen. Getting close enough to the base so we'd get all the large grass around the trunk. This resulted in getting scratched, poked, and taken over by needles so you'd end the day itchy and scarred. Plus it was summer so there were usually mosquitoes surrounding the trees. It was really fun.
7. Changing my name. After I got married I had to go through the hassle of trying to figure out where and when to change my name. Just to find out I had to go into Minneapolis and sit in a room for an hour between two people I didn't know and who may have smelled a tish bit.
8. Spit-up. Rylee is still graduating from this stage but when she was little it never failed that every time I picked her up she'd spit up and it usually found it's way to trickle right into my cleavage and leave a puddle.
9. Answering the question: So when are you getting married? I have no idea. I have no control over it. I wish it was yesterday. I don't know what his problem is. But you can't blame people, I do it, we are curious and just want to know. But after a while, you just come up with a diplomatic answer and say... All in God's timing :)
10. Unpleasant food. No longer will I ever have to eat food I don't enjoy. I'm in charge of all meal planning and cooking in our household. So I'm the boss. Unlike when I was little and mom made me eat Wok or liver or green beans that I'd over salt so I wouldn't have to taste it or split pea soup. Funny thing is now I like all that stuff... well I haven't tried liver since the day she made me try it. I was traumatized.
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