Jehovah's Track runners

Tell me if this makes me a bad person:

Today I decided that my sweatpants and sweatshirt were WAY too warm and comfortable to change out of so I spent my lonely hours on the sofa under a few blakets with Dish Network. The dog is sitting next to me sleeping and the doorbell rings. She gets up and FREAKS OUT about the doorbell. I get up to peek around the corner to see who's there to help me decide if I want to open the door (the front door is completely glass except for the wood frames running between each piece of glass). It just so happens that there are two young men dressed in black suits.... Yup, Jehovah's Witnesses. First off I don't like them. I don't like people telling me that I am going to hell if I don't believe in what they do. I am crouched at the top of the stairs very careful that they don't see me... And I begin encouraging the dog to bark by saying "GET 'EM" "GET 'EM"... She barks louder and gets more worked up each time that I say it. Bailey (the dog) starts to make the hair on her back stand up and she starts showing her teeth... The two guys are still at the door watching her do this. She starts jumping and snapping at the door, she rears up and runs full force at the door, jumping on the windows and onto the glass... The two guys turn and run like I have never seen people before. I laughed my ass off. That was really the big entertainment for me today.

"I'll take a grande cup of insecure"

For those of you who are older and a bit more wise can you tell me: Do people change? Do they ever lose the undesirable qualities or do they just get worse over time? Do we get more motivated as we get older or do we slow down and stop making goals to attain?

Late SPT

I know I know.... I'm a little late on the blog-o-sphere bandwagon but alas I am back. Here are the Spt #7 & #8 along with my explanation for why they are indeed overdue... OK. November 22nd was a Tuesday, it was also my last day of class. I had my 9-11:30am secession and then I had to run home, pack everything that I would need for the months of November and December and drive the 4 hours home, to meet up with my family and get back into the car and drive 14 hours to Michigan.... In the same day. It was a bit chaotic. No computer or internet or cell phone in Michigan so no blogging. I got back Sunday and have been a bit lazy with my online duties... Not to mention a bit of bloggers block. But here I am back for the feeding frenzy. My #7 SPT is a reflection of myself in a clinique compact. Interpreted it as you wish... SPT#8 is of my parents. I don't know of any other way to describe who I am, the combination of these two people make up. . . Me. From my voice, physical appearance, height, sense of humor, my drive, everything.