My life through the alphabet

This is the letter A and My Life:

Avenues: Avenues come full circle in my life. Growing up on my parents' 1,200-acre dairy farm, I would see the lights of the nearby town from the top of our hill and wish I were there. Everyone was doing things and seeing the world and here I was stuck on the farm. So I left in 1981 to go to college and to never live there again. I needed the Taco Bell or Blockbuster nearby for whenever I needed them. I wanted to be around people and do things all of the time. I wanted avenues! Then in 2000 it hit me like a brick wall at the end of a long avenue. I was done with the people, bad drivers and noise day and night so I moved back to the dairy. We have satellite now and home cooking that beats any Taco Bell. Best of all we no avenues!

Armadillos: The farmers' enemy and the marketing campaign favorite for the grand ol state of Texas. They are interesting, prehistoric-looking animals but their holes have caused many tractor accidents and fatalities. I would love to have a stuffed one but my dad would kill me!

Animals: What can I say? I have many. I have not only dogs and cats but also cows of all ages, horses and llamas. I used to have a guinea pig but she died at 6 years old. I've wanted to get another one but our old black cat in the house would have a fit. She hisses and screams at the outside cats. Our boxer Bruiser loves his cat buddies. We have about 12 but they go to the barn and hang out in the fields hunting mice and other rodents. During the cold nights if you peek out the garage door, they are all on his dog bed keeping each other warm. What a sight. They'll look up at me as if to say, “What? What did we do?”

Anger: I used to have anger or the proverbial road rage. Not so much anymore. If I get stuck behind a tractor on the farm-to-market road that is going 20 miles per hour, I just take a deep breath and tell myself at least I'm not stuck in traffic on the toll way. Then I wait for a straight road and zip around the farmer. I have to wave because either I know him or I'm related to him.

Annual: Two things come to mind when I think of this word. The first one is the annual flowers that I can't wait to plant as soon as the ground warms up. That should only be in another month or so. I'm so ready for spring. Then about August I'll be ready for fall. I'm glad we have seasons here. The next annual word that comes to mind is yearbook. We called them annuals when I was in school. They might still, I don't know. I was the editor of our annual when I was a senior. Gosh. Those were the days. We wanted to grow up so fast. We couldn't get there fast enough. Now that we are, what do we do? We act like kids so we don't have to think about being an adult.