Senioritis is a B*tch

I never really thought it would affect me, but here I am procrastinating to a whole new level,
senioritis has hit.

There are 10 weeks until I have my bachelor's degree and this semester should be fairly easy. All I need to do is pass all my classes- not a hard task, especially since they all seem to be pretty laid back as of now.
But after 18 years of school I'm ready to be done with it all for a little while.
I still want to go back for my Masters in Teaching, but right now I think its going to be a really good thing for me to be out of school for the at least a year and a half that I have to be.

There's a 4 page paper due tomorrow, and right now at 10:30 pm I'm debating starting it.
4 pages, psshh that isn't hard.
Yet, I don't even want to do it.

This is post is me avoiding starting.

You can yell at me to get to work, or whatever, but part of me just doesn't really care.

The paper will get done, and a decent grade will be achieved.

I guess this is just a realization of the senioritis at its worst thus far this semester.
Hopefully it doesn't get worse. 

He's a fashion icon

Grif modeling collar and harness by Four Paws

Took this photo because Grif was looking awesome and turned out reminding me of those ridiculous high fashion photos you see. Thought I would share. Grif is 35 pounds still, hasn't gained in months, but he has thinned out and gotten taller. Love my pup.

2012 Mutt Strutt

Every year I try to do one fundraiser event- this year Grif and I are participating in the local Mutt Strutt.

https://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/kirstennelson/fourthannualpacificnorthwestpetexpoandmuttstrutt

Our personal goal is $100, the total goal is $8,000.
Money goes to getting the new local dog park opened up and available to the community.

Anything helps, and every little bit helps. 

Good bye Mac

After about 6 months of waiting for the phone call, it came in today.

At 14 years old, my childhood friend passed away after 2 strokes and crippling arthritis destroyed his body, but not his spirits.

-Taken the last time I saw him, 4 weeks ago-

He got me through everything (boys, bullies, deaths, etc) since the age of 8 and has always greeted me with a smile and a tail wag when I went home after graduating. Mac was always good for a smile and a "ooyoo yoo yoo!" 

I can't even begin to express how much I already miss him.

My dad was kind enough to take an inking of his paw for me shortly after he passed. I'm extremely grateful to have it. I hope I can get it framed soon.


I'm sure people think it is stupid that I'm worked up about "a dog", but he wasn't just a dog- he was quite literaly my best friend for a portion of my life.