This is for Psychology. We were supposed to create a timeline of our lives and hand it in on Tuesday-Friday…ish. On Friday, our teacher brought her adorable son in, so I got a little distracted. She gave me her email address and said to email my timeline to her. Here I am a week later.
Oh well, though. I have a legitimate excuse (notice how I wrote the full word “legitimate” as opposed to shortening it to “legit” *shudders*). I was incapacitated from Friday to Sunday and honestly didn’t really start moving around a lot until yesterday. Robby and I went to the car wash (the fun one where the machine comes down and things fly everywhere!). Twice. It’s a long story. Here’s my timeline before I email it (I figure it would be wise to have a copy of it where I could access it at school because the teacher will ask for it and I won’t have it…as is with everything):
Winter of 1993: Time of conception
November 5, 1993: Born to the world (with the longest umbilical cord the doctor in the delivery room had EVER seen)
Age 3: Fell into swimming pool whilst trying to get a basketball I wanted. Nearly drowned and was taken to the Emergency Room. (This is one of those things I can clearly remember.)
That same age (I believe), I was running around at a baseball game and came into contact with a batter practicing his swings and was hit right in the mouth with the bats. I remember screaming, and there was blood everywhere.
Age 5: Puppy! Reginald Mugsy Steves came into our lives as a tiny little four-week-old Brittany Spaniel/Miniature Collie puppy.
Age 6: Kitty! Pumpkin Sweet Pea Steves joined the family and made himself at home.
Age 7: Another puppy! Oliver Wendell Steves (a little black cock-a-poo) joins the family and becomes Mama’s Boy.
9/11 occurs. It didn’t directly affect me, but somehow, it affected everyone.
Age 9ish: we purchase a camper and begin camping as a family.
Age 15: We watch Pumpkin suffer and eventually have to put him to sleep. (He wasn’t a very loving cat, but it was still a very sad ordeal).
New kittens arrive for Christmas. These new terrors, Eloise and Ruby, are the best Christmas presents I have ever received.
Age 16: Cross country states for the first time
Track states for the first time
Robby comes into my life. : )
Driver’s permit is achieved.
Driver’s license is achieved.
Bubbles, the purplish/blue VW “Beetle Bug” (as my Papa calls her) is purchased for me to zoom around in.
Age 17: Cross country states again
Bubbles gets pulled over for the first time (that was fun, let me tell you). [/sarcasm]
St. Bonaventure University welcomes me in August of 2011 after graduation in June of 2011.
Age 21: Robby and I get our own apartment together near the University and ride our bikes to school together when there’s good weather.
Graduate from St. Bonaventure University.
Age 22: Participate in additional year to achieve Masters Degree.
Age 25: Marriage and a house somewhere near home.
Work from home with job.
Age 29: First child.
Age 31: Second child.
Age 33: Third child.
Age 35: Publish book that will change the world and live off of its income. No other book will be published.
Age 87: I’ve lived a happy life and pass away peacefully in my sleep.
Seem a little far-fetched? Oh well…this is just what I would like to possibly happen. We’ll have to see how it really turns out. I’ll come back and write again in seventy years and fill you in.