Okay, where was I?
Thinking . . .
Thinking . . .
Should've read the end of my last post . . .
Thinking . . .
Thi . . .Oh Right, I had just opened a package from my parents and sister. After that I called Anna . . . no answer. My stomach was growling! I think I ate some candy or a cupcake in hopes of ruining my appetite. It was at this time I discovered that appetites can not be ruined and my Mom had lied to me for a very long time. But I digress . . .
Anyway, I was hungry, and Anna and Bo were taking forever! Finally my phone rang, I was so excited! But it wasn't them. It was my friend from Bakersfield. Once I saw who it was I felt a series of emotions. My thought process was as follows: "Damnit, it's not Bo and Anna (sadness and grumpiness), Oh wait it's my friend from Bakersfield, I haven't talked to her in forever! ( remorse, because I only sent her a text message for her birthday just ten days earlier, followed by excitement mixed with happiness).We talked for a bit about her son, my age, my job, her job, her new place, my new place. . . old friends . . . and that's about it.
Side Note : I forget to mention that my second mom (Anna's biological mother) had called me earlier to say Happy Birthday. When I first answered she sang happy birthday to me and I said thank you. Then I asked her if she was still at the DMV. OOPS! I thought it was Anna.
So . . . I'm still at the house, hungrier than I have ever been in my life. . . Except for that one time I was at my Grandma's mobile home and me and my fam had just gone swimming. . . and finally they call. They told me they would be home in about ten minutes and when they got there they were going to honk, at which point I was supposed to go into their room and close the door.
Why their room you ask? Because they thought I might look out my window and see them coming up the stairs with whatever it was I wasn't allowed to see. But in their room all you can see when you look out the window is a wall. It's so nice that they trust me so much.
It seemed like a lot longer than ten minutes until they finally got home, not to mention other people kept honking downstairs and it was very confusing. So in order to avoid being in the living room when they got back I just stayed in their room.
After what seemed like days, they finally got back. I said "WHERE'S MY SANDWICH!" . . . Sure it might have been rude, but I was hungry, and when I'm that hungry I get angry and demanding. Luckily they understood. After a few minutes they said I could come out of their room but I wasn't allowed to go into my room now. Then they said they were going to be in my room for a while and to not ask questions. I said "whatever, I just want my sandwich!"
So I ate, and I ate, and I ate some more . . . it was a big sandwich. When I finished I knew I had gone too far. I was really full. The type of full where you don't want to move, and if you were to lay down, you might be asleep for a while.
Fortunately I didn't fall asleep. I just watched tv and waited . . .
and waited . . .
and waited . . .
and waited . . .
Finally, Anna came out of my room and asked if I wanted them all at once or throughout the rest of the day. I couldn't decide so she said " okay! All at once!. So she brought out the gifts . . .
and then she brought out more gifts . . .
and then even more gifts . . .
Basically there were a lot of gifts.
I began opening them one by one.
The first one I opened was a tiara. Then I had about 20 gifts that were pens, notepads, post-its, mouse pads, more pens, more notepads . . . ALL WITH CHARACTERS FROM THE OFFICE ON THEM! I WAS SOOOO EXCITED! And it only got better, they also got me a 24 pack of Redbull, and a very cool hat that really can't be explained with words.
They really know the way to my heart. After all the gifts were open I sort of forget what happened. So I'll just skip ahead to the next cool part of the day.
Our friend Dick came over because he wanted to celebrate my birthday with me (probably because he's in love with me, but it also could have been for Anna's cooking . . . either way . . . ). But they had to go pick him up from the Bart station.
When they arrived back at the house they asked me to come downstairs because they said they wanted to show me something.I was nervous, I knew it meant trouble, but my curiosity took over and I went down anyway. Bo and Anna were both waiting by the trunk of their car . . . I knew they were up to something, but I thought that they may have caught one of the kittens that roams the neighborhood. I know we can't have a kitten, but I thought they were just going to let me pet it so I went closer (with hesitance of course).
As I slowly approached the vehicle I became more and more weary of what was in store for me. When I finally reached the trunk of the car BAM, SILLY STRING EVERYWHERE, ALL OVER MY CLEAN CLOTHES. I ran away, but Bo was not about to let me get away. He chased me up and down the street until I finally gave in and just stood there while he continued to cover my whole body with silly string.
When it was finally empty he walked away and Dick began spraying me with his can. Eventually he set the can on the ground and asked if he could give me a birthday hug. I allowed it, but quickly escaped, grabbed the can and began to spray him, then David, and Anna as well. I wasn't able to cover them with it quite as well as they did me, but I still got them back.
Note to everyone : Never EVER leave a can of Silly String unattended. I think they learned a valuable lesson that night.
After that Anna made Meatloaf, my favorite dish, and the four of us fully intended to go bowling. But somehow we wound up in front of the tv and our computers until it was too late. I was okay with it though. My bowling abilities are not what they once were when I used to practice three or four times a week, and I feared letting down their high expectations of my skills. I always like to emphasize that it's not my score that reflects my ability but my potential. Does that make sense? I don't really care if you understand, I know what I mean.
So that was my birthday. It was simple and fun. Just what I wanted.
But that's not all, no no no, that's not all. The great thing about living in different cities/ states than the rest of your immediate family is the gift delay. Even though my birthday was a week ago, yesterday I got another package in the mail. It was from my oldest sister. She got me like 5 puzzles. Extremely difficult puzzles that only someone with my extreme puzzle putting together skill would be able to do. I like them very much, Thank you sister who is eight years older than me, Thank you for understanding what a much younger person like me would enjoy .. . . and for being able to read my birthday list.
One last thing, my extreme laziness has left me no choice but to post this without proof reading it. Please excuse any grammatical/ spelling errors that might have occurred through the duration of this post. Thank you.