The night I became two years older.

I am sorry I haven't posted. It's a long story about watercolors, stupid people from Texas, and my wonderful Daddy.

Another thing missed in my sad hiatus was the news that I received my mission call to Boston Massachusetts. Yay! But most of you know this already.

It is because of the timing of my leaving, because of the fact that I will be gone for two of my birthdays that I post this. So here is the story:

My two bestest friends in the world since I was just a tyke are Jaq and Deena. We still get together sometimes, twice a month or so. They really are great friends, but if I told you all the great things I thought about them, This would be a really really long post.

Last night we got together again. We were meeting at my apartment and I figured we'd catch a movie and go out to eat or sumthin. But when I opened the door, there they were with a big sheet cake and even bigger grins.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

I was confused. It wasn't my birthday. But they called me silly, reassured me that I was mistaken and that I was now twenty two. I started to object when they gave me a bunch of presents.

Well, if they were going insane, who was I to object, right?

So after presents were open and great big hugs were given around, they both exchanged a look and said,

"We forgot something in the car, wait right there, and we be back"

and they giggled and left.

I wasn't suspicious, I was playing with my new toys. They seemed to take a awfully long time when all the sudden they knocked again.

"Come in!" says I.

They knock again.

"It's open!" I churp.

Again, an insistent knock.

so I get up and answer it.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

"Wow, It's amazing another year has flown by!"

"I can't believe you're all ready twenty three!"
"Finally, you're older than both of us!"

"You don't look a day older!"

They brought in another sheet cake and more presents. They had even changed clothes, even down to wearing different jewelry to show that time had passed.

I would post the picture of the other cake, but somehow, my camera didn't save it. But it was awesome. It had a ninja on it. And he was kibitzing.

Instead, I'll post pictures of my great friends:

This is Deena. Yes, she really is that adorable, and do ask her about her horrible plan, it's awesome.

This is Jaq. If her eyes look red, it's not the picture. they really are red. And she really is eating the skittles, bag and all. She's a vampire who is on the wagon, and sometimes she gets these urges...

Anyway, needless to say, I don't feel as though I've accomplished anything in my twenty second year. It went by so fast.

But it was the best double birthday I'd ever had! we wrecked a journal (a post for another time?)

watched condorman, and sacrificed a ninja to the bowl of Dark M&Ms.

Thanks to my awesome friends. They really mean a lot to me. I'll miss them when I go on my mission.

I'm such a vane person!

Pardon the pun. I'll explain:

Those who know me will already know that I was born deficient. I am missing one of my front teeth. It just never grew in. It's my biggest flaw, besides my big toes being shorter than the next ones.

Anyway, I recently underwent a implant surgery. Pretty much what they did was cut in the gum, drill a hole in my skull, and jam a metal pipe up so as to attach a fake tooth. It wasn't so bad, but I'm still getting used to it.

Yesterday, it started aching. It hasn't hurt for a while, so it was very strange and a little annoying. Despite the painkillers I took, It continued to throb and ache. I was on the verge of calling the doctor, when I looked outside.

It was raining.

Well, that explained everything! It's common knowledge that if you get knee surgerys you can predict the weather by the aching. The urban legend is that it's because of the metal they put in. So it makes sense that now, with the help of my implant, I can predict the weather with my head!!!

Whoa! there must be a storm coming! My head's acting up!

I never thought anything could be cooler than getting radio reception with my braces, but I was wrong!!

Obama on Broadway!!

So, I have just discovered that there has been not one, not two, but three musicals written about President Obama! But here is the kicker,

Not a single one of them has been made by Americans. One in London, one in Germany, and one, oddly, in Kenya.

It seems as though the man who was nearly considered the messiah and was awarded the nobel peace prize for no reason and who is going to reform this country and save the world can't even get his own country to make him a musical. Which is too bad, because I want to see it on tour. I mean, who wouldn't want to see Obama in a leotard?

I can just see the songs in my head. They'll start off with the award winning, Obama on my mind and then jump into Health care's bustin' out all over! and move into the timeless, My wife's arms ending up in the showstopper, Do you hear the socialists sing?

Somewhere in there, there will be a plot twist involving the family dog. It'll be great. I can't wait.

Next, they're going to do: Sanford on the Appalachian Trail. Watch out! There's nudity in this one.