A Change of Plan.

It's more than a little strange how, you can go from wanting one thing to wanting an entirely different thing in a super short amount of time. A month ago I was fully intending on going to BSU.  Well things have changed, and now I am planning on the University of Idaho. Even after I FINALLY received a scholarship to Boise. Fullride, just an FYI. Everything was perfect, and then me and my 'ole computer went on a joyride. I researched possible careers as a lawyer and found the JAG Corps. So now I'm joining the Red White and Blue to help protect our nation as a lawyer in the Navy JAG (Judge Advocate General) Corps. If you've ever seen the movie "A Few Good Men" with Tom Cruise (don't even get me started, I LOVE that man, seriously), you'll know what I'm talking about. My goal is to get into the Navy ROTC program at UI, so that I can graduate as an Officer in the U.S. Navy. Cross your fingers and fire all you've got, because I need all the luck I can get. GAH!

In the meantime my Mom and I have already started shopping for my dorm. so far I have a printer, and new bedspread (Pink Realtree Camo), and school supplies.

X,
Bambi

QOTD: Ron White

Last night I was watching a Ron White stand up show. This guy is funny as hell. If you like a little vulgarity in your humor.

I have seen almost all of his stuff, but my favorite is without a doubt, "they call me Tater Salad" (I named by son Tater Tot) from his Drunk in Public tour. It's a really funny story. Ron White delivers all of his jokes while slightly intoxicated, which makes them all the more funny.

Here's the video:

I love it, and if you do too there's plenty more of him on the internet. Google!

X,
Bambi

The Choking Game. WTF?

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So in my (other) home town, good 'ole Cedar City, Utah, there is a new game. It's called the Choking Game, and so far three kids have died. It's pretty much a game you play with a group of friends, where you choke each other with a rope, and then when you get air again it makes you feel light headed, and high. It's kind of a like that weird sensation you got when you were under water too long as a kid.

 I don't know what possesses kids to straight up LOOK for that feeling, at the end of a make shift noose, but apparently they are.  The last kid who died was my Cousin's best-friend's boyfriend. He was playing it by himself, and he accidentally hanged himself.

When my Grandma told my mom, and she told us, my first thought was, "well the gene-pool, is working on it's spring cleaning". Honestly, it sucks that three kids have died, but if you are stupid enough to purposefully hang yourself, then thank God you didn't live long enough to procreate. I don't feel bad for the kid, but I sure as hell feel for his parents, especially this near to Christmas.

So I guess what I'm getting at, is everyone lacking in the common-sense department, should remove all ropes from their homes.

Thank you and goodnight, X,

Bambi

I'm a Bronco... Maybe.

Would you look at that thing? That lovely, lovely thing. Do you see that awesome font spelling out "Congrats, you're a Bronco". DO YOU?! I sure do! Now excuse me for a moment, I have to do a happy dance and chant, "I'm a Bronco, I'm a Bronco". 

I also got accepted to Southern Utah University (My mom's Alma Mater). I don't really want to go there, but my whole family wants me too. I only applied to the two schools, because Boise is my home, and where I want to be. I still might apply to Rhodes College, just for the heck of it, but there's no way I could afford it. It's an awesome school, and I'd probably get in, but I sure as hell wouldn't get a scholarship, and I need one. 

Now I just have to wait until my financial aid packages arrive, and seal my fate. I have to go to the school I can afford, not the school I love. Cross your pretty little fingers, and close your nice little winkers, and wish for a big fat scholarship from Boise. God, I should have just played sports! Why do I have to be an academic? Softball, that's what I should have done. 

I did play Softball, but only two seasons. I should have played it my whole life. Whatever, let's hope this smarty pants get's good packages. ;)

X,

Bambi

What Country Candy Bar Is.

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I had a really (okay not really) witty reason for naming this thing Country Candy Bar. Country because that is my state of being, and Candy Bar because I am super duper short. So I'm fun-sized, get it? I wanted to put that in the header, but it looked super ugly, times about thirty. Yeah.

I am a Racetrack brat. My dad was a Jockey until I was nine, and he is still in the racing industry (horses not cars). Racetrack Brat is code for awesomest-childhood-it's-possible-to-have. Seriously.  I grew up mostly in Boise, Idaho, right near the river. My friends and I (the other brats) spent our summers catching skeeters, which are really weird water bugs that have a name, but we always just called them skeeters. We built fantastic tree houses, and jumped off of bridges. My legs were never without scrapes. EVER. They matched my scuffed up red cowboy boots. I wouldn't trade a second of it for anything.

I mainly wanted to do this because I am going away to college  (go Boise State!) next fall and wanted to start documenting this year. A personal public diary of sorts (oxymoron much?). I will try to keep to quality, well thought out posts, but I hope you can put up with a handful of nonsense too ;)

I like Harry Potter, and Doctor Who. The NFR (National Finals Rodeo) makes me happy. I like to go mudding, and camping. Fishing frustrates me a little though. Pan Am rules my television on Sundays. I like neo-traditional stuff, and vintage/rustic things are never a bad thing. Neither is Football. Things that go "boom!" make me a happy camper :)

Okay I think I'm done, you'll learn more about me, hopefully as you read through this.

I can't wait to get started!

X,
Bambi