Can't fight that feeling...

I have always loved auctions.  

The thrill of bidding and that sweet moment when the auctioneer looks deep into your eyes and yells HAA!
You have conquered, you have won. Time to collect your winnings.  

When I go to an auction I can't help but shoot my arm into the air when the auctioneer starts rambling off....."can I get 5, 10, blah blah, 25, 1000, fat lady sings, 2500..."  I may not actually want what I am 

bidding on but I don't want anyone else to have it either. 

 I'm not myself something comes over me and I just can't stop.

 Let's just say my parents don't like me going to auctions anymore.  

Once I spent $400 to buy my best friend at our FFA auction and the last auction I went to was a livestock auction and I ended up buying 6 show calves.  I couldn't help it I just wanted them all until it was time to wake up early and feed them in the cold.

Well apparently I am not the only one in the family who inherited this...last night Mama C sent a blank check with Huey to the FFA Slave Auction.  

Our local FFA holds this auction every year as their big fundraiser and all the students get auctioned off and have to work so many hours for whoever buys them.  Most of the time they don't end up having to work, I never did it is just something for fun and to raise money. 

My parents stopped going once my brother and I had graduated high school.  Huey trying to be a good alumni returned this year.

Mama claims she told him he could just spend $100 on each person he bid on well he didn't quite hear that part.

Huey instead spent over $1000.00.  Mama C wasn't too happy at first then she found humor in the situation somehow even though I think he should have to do whatever I say to work off his dues.

Anyways the good news is in two weeks I have lost 7lbs just from taking ACE! Now I know if I can make myself go to the gym every week it will work even better I just may be ready for bikini season when it gets here.

You lost me somewhere between 3rd gear and 17.

One of my favorites Beth over at Shug in Boots did a post a little while back about when she was 17, such a fun post to read.  Who doesn't love a throwback post?  or maybe that's just me but you're getting one anyway....

Oh how things have changed since high school...

I went to a small high school and graduated with 42 whole people. 

Meet my high school self.

In high school...

I was a model.

I was not actually a model we just posed for a lot of pictures. ( I know I know you're surprised I wasn't.)

I slept through a lot of high school and no one minded because I told them I had a condition where I couldn't stay awake. (They believed me or just enjoyed the time I wasn't talking.)

If I wasn't sleeping I was cheering.  Doesn't green glitter eye shadow look hot on me?

 I went to prom 5 times.  Non of those times was it as great as I had always heard it would be.

 

These were my besties with testies.

       I showed cattle, sometimes in my cheerleading uniform until they made a rule the year after I did this you had to be in FFA/ 4-H offical dress in order to show. Rude.

I was Homecoming Queen, even though some girl started telling people she was really the real queen but I guess I complained or something and that is how I got it because I always got my way, I think was the story she came up with.  Oh small town drama....

I was in FFA and got my state FFA degree.  People never would believe me that I was in FFA, so here is proof kids.

            I had the most precious dog, her name was Miss Princess Ana Sophia Diamond, but I called her Sophie for short.

I wore too much Abercrombie and Hollister.

I ate everything in site and never gained a pound.  Oh those were the days.

I didn't drink or party in high school I just hung out with friends.  I dated the same guy for most of high school until he graduated and moved to another state for college.

I spent majority of high school just ready to graduate and go to college.

Was it all I thought it would be and more?  Oh Yes!

I had a good time in high school, would I go back? NO WAY! 

I'm more fond of my college years.