Sunday, September 30, 2007

Things I know now that I am 18


You can't drive 42 in a 30.

Police officers don't care if you're cute and polite.

They'll give you a ticket anyway.

Just because my debit card worked in the store, doesn't mean there is money in my account.

When my curfew is 11:00 pm and I walk through the door at 11:05, I better be prepared for a lecture.

I hate lectures.

And curfews for that matter.

My parents don't know anything, yet they know "everything."

I know you say my room smells like dirty socks, but it's not dirty socks at all, it's my knee pads. Okay, it's probably the socks too. Well, it could be the dirty uniforms and work-out clothes. And maybe the tennis shoes. The old food could contribute. But really, I have no idea what all the fuss is about, I can't smell a thing.

Cell phone calls at 3am get me in a lot of trouble.

Being grounded stinks.

Parents giveth and they taketh away (ex: my phone, my car, my computer, my freedom).

When flying a plane at 5500 feet, it's not wise to fall asleep at the controls.

Being the oldest of six is a tough job. Oh, the pressure!

It's not me that's moody and grumpy, it's all of THEM.

You shouldn't say, "Pffft...They'll never fire me" because it will happen.

I know I act like I'm ready to graduate and get out of here and everyone in my house drives me crazy, but I really love all of them and I know they all love me...How could they not?

3 comments:

Cindy said...

She's EIGHTEEN already???

Devin said...

Yes. *sniff* *sniff*

Gina said...

We tried calling her but weren't able to reach her. I hope Rea let her know we were hoping to wish her happy birthday!!