Plans Don't Always go as Planned

I'm a planner when it comes to everything but school. I can't seem to get my life organized when it comes to classes, when quizzes are, or when homework assignments are do. I don't even have a plan for most of the homework i get anyway. I often go to class and wing it, and so far its been working for me. I am however a great planner when it comes to group outings. I love the excitement of planning an event and inviting everyone, and just having the days agenda all up in my head. I'm sure Angelene gets annoyed with sometimes because I tell her my weekend plans just so I can hear myself say them out loud and also so she can catch any holes in the plan, which there sometimes are.

This weekend I am especially excited because its all about celebrating Halloween and anything to do with this spooky holiday gets me excited! And my friends from Wayne are coming, so that's pretty cool too. In the planning process I have taken upon myself to be the one to house everyone coming to visit, and by that I mean asked my mom if she could tell my dad that I have friends coming over. As a farmer during harvest season, (and because of the currently crappy bean/corn prices) my dad is not his most joyful self in the fall. I find it easier to ask my mom to tell him so that I don't get the backlash. Especially since this time there will be a total of 8 college students stuffed into out guest room basement. I insured my mother though that I would keep them as quiet as I can, which doesn't say much as I am usually the one that people have to hush in situations like this.

The original plan was to go camping Friday night after haunted housing and do what almost all college kids would do at an unsupervised camping site: fish, s'mores, and beer. But after looking at what the temperatures have been at night, a few of the girls decided that they wouldn't be up for trying it. So again, we are back to my basement and trying not to wake the beast (my dad). After a little thought I decided to ask Angelene if we could borrow her parents fire pit so that we wouldn't have to skip out on the weenie roasting and s'mores part of the night. Thank god we have the Enkes, because I don't know what I'd do. In the off chance that we won't be able to use the fire pit though I have a back up plan. Which includes a small charcoal grill and lighter fluid.

Even when you try to plan an event out, even if it's weeks ahead, they don't always go as planned. I'm sure my moms okay with it though, now I can return the sleeping bag I bought on her credit card. (:

I Loved Him First

As some of you may know over the summer I had a dream come true and I got a little baby hedgehog of my own. I saved up my waitressing money this summer and in June I found a hedgehog breeder that had very good reviews and were reasonably priced. I contacted the breeder from Renn's Hedgehog Heaven via Facebook and she quickly got back to me saying that I can pick any one of the hedggies on the Facebook page. After a few hours of going back and fourth I picked out a little light colored male named Vance. After giving the breeder a 50$ down payment she sent me new pictures of Vance and the date I would be able to pick him up.  A few short weeks, I was able to pick up Vance. He was so teeny tiny and sweet, it didn't take long for him to stop hissing in my hands and he rode well in the car. I had changed his name form Vance to Hamlet. He came in a little tupperware box with holes drilled on the top, but instead I held him in my lap as I drove home from Omaha. When I took him home I had his little habitat ready for him. The habitat had a little hut I painted for him to hide in and a snuggle pouch as well. I even got him a little wheel and dig box that he loved to play in. Almost every morning I would have to put his rocks back in his dig box because he love to push them out. I had a little fleece cut out so I could hold him without worrying about his little quills poking me. It was great, until I moved back to college. Ang and I moved back to Cedar Falls and into the dorm Campbell this time. We had a cute little set up with Hamlet in the middle section of shelves about our tv. We had a cute little curtain covering him up as pets were illegal in the dorms, but Hamlet was too cute not to sneak in. Life was great, we had friends coming in to visit Hamlet and he was getting used to being held by strangers. Unfortunately the good life didn't last long.

It wasn't even two weeks into school and the allergies started. I woke up in the middle of the night sneezing more than 6 times in a row. Ang woke up to ask me if I was okay. I ended up having to take my inhaler and medicine until I could fall back asleep 2 hours later. I was hoping it was just seasonal allergies and not from my little hedggie, but I was proven wrong when the next three nights went the same way. I even tried taking allergy medicine before I went to bed, but alas, it did not help. After along discussion with my mom and talking to other friends for advice I decided to have Ang take Hamlet home as she was headed there that weekend anyway. After a few days of talking about it Mom and I decided to sell Hamlet to one of Mom's friend's daughter. She was more than thrilled to finally get a hedgehog as I did and she decided to keep his name Hamlet, which I am very thankful for. I know it was not something I can control, but it breaks my heart having to give my baby up. All the time and love I put into getting his home ready and making sure he was happy. I am just thankful he is happy with his new owner and I know that she will love him as I did.