What's now

A lot of things have happened lately, so much that I cant remember all of it. It's been a while since my last post. It's also been a while since my last journal entry. I have decided for this to kind of be my journal. Anyway............as I said before, a lot has happened, so I'll just have to remember those things and just write what's happening now. I have a pretty good cell phone. School is almost over. My hair is gorgeously long. I'm 6' 00". Got straight A's in school in my 3rd quarter. We have a new awesome big tent. That's about all I can think of. Maybe something exciting is going to happen that will make me want to record it so much that's I'll forget about it and write about it 5 months later.

Car + Ruler + Hanger = Gahhh

Saturday was fun. I got to see a magic show with my mom at the Waldorf Towers. We went to Nintendo World at Rockafeller Plaza. Ben, Noah, JJ, and my Dad saw Monsters VS Aliens in iMax 3-D. We went to FAO Swartz, a very big and cool toy store. I had a lot of fun that day... but in the morning......gah. We could not find the keys to our van, our transportation to NYC. We looked high and low, near and far, and we could not find them. I helped my dad break into our locked van, hoping they were in there, using our homemade Slim-Jim, consisting of a ruler with the top of a metal hanged tapped on top, that we used to break into the car once before. It was painful. We sliced the weather blocker a little. We had hurt fingers from pulling on the door to get our Slim-Jim inside. I read up on a few things on the computer (while the rest of my family tore up the house searching for the keys), that other people had used a wedge, a door stopper like device. I told my dad, who was still trying hard, about that. So, thinking with his mind, he got a golf club out of the trunk of our other car ( a sedan, so that wouldn't work for a long ride to New York), the club being a "wedge", and something else, I forget. We got the door open finally, only to find.... nothing. We continued to search the house. My dad went to pick up my mom from somewhere. We were all sad and mad, since this was the only dad we could go. If we didn't find the keys by 5, he would send me and my mom off on a train so we could see our show. My dad was exausted, so he took a nap. My mom eventually found the keys. They were on a kitchen chair, under a pair of pants of JJ's. We decided to clean up the front room, and all be in the car to suprise my Dad. We woke him up, he got ready, and then we made our way to NYC..... a long day, but it was fun.

My 4-year old brother saves me from a mess

After a nice 6 hour play rehearsal, my dad took me and my brother to the driving range. I took the tokens my dad got to go get some golf balls. Usually, you're supposed to put the bucket under the thing before you get golf balls so, you know, don't bounce all over the place. I didn't. I pop in a coin. My brother says "Wait, we need this". As the sound of the golf balls coming through the machine is heard, my brother sticks a bucket under, missing just one golf ball. I realize what just happened...... then me and my dad laugh our pants off.

Keep A Journal

I'm almost positive that no one reads this blog anymore, but it's still very good to post. It's essentially an online journal, and it's kind of easier writing/typing on the computer.

Glenn Beck said that everyone should keep a journal during these hard times. Then, when you're 60 or 70, and all of this has passed, and you're sitting in your hover chair with your grand kids, they'll ask you about this. You won't remember what happened because your old brain is paying to much attention to digesting that tapioca pudding you ate for breakfast! So you'll log on or turn the pages of your journal back to 2009 and read.

Even though I'm sure no one will read this now, I'm 100% positive that someone else will read this in the future.

Birthdays

Jonah's birthday was the 15th, he turned 4. Noah's was the 30th, he turned 12. Mine is the 9th of February... almost 15.

It's been presents and cakes galore at my house...