Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Happy Birthday Dad!

41. He’s a master skydiver

42. He’s a master scuba diver

43. He’s a plate cleaner

44. He’s always up for a race

45. I think it’s funny when he points at things (like trees) intending for whoever’s around to look at whatever he sees, but he doesn’t say anything so nobody knows what he’s doing

46. I think it’s cool that he’s a pilot

47. He comes to most all of my shows (the ones I tell him to come to)

48. He always tell me I am the best one in my shows(I don’t even have to tell him to say that)

49. When we go indoor skydiving and he’s on a first name basis with everyone that works there

50. He’s always up for anything crazy and fun like surfing and jumping out of planes

51. He used to take me up in the little yellow two seater plane….(j-3 cub)

52. He always asks me if I want to go golfing with him even though he knows the answer is no, I still like being asked though

53. He brings a baseball mitt to baseball games

54. He got to play baseball with Nolan Ryan

55. He’s taken me on some sweet vacations that I’ll never forget

56. I get my spirit of adventure from him

57. I enjoy remembering his adventures in real estate and car flipping(even though he probably doesn’t)

58. He’s completely random (really dad, racecar driving lessons?)

59. He helped birth me

60. He’s the greatest dad and grandpa in the world!

Friday, January 1, 2010

in the style of my sister Lana

I hereby write this letter to 2009
Dear 09'
You were okay but you weren't exactly what I expected. I have learned a lot from you, like how even when terrible or just stupid things happen in your day/week/life-something surprising and equally great is left behind. You've also brought me some fun things like, sweet jobs at new and nice theatres and way overused catch phrases such as "you guys" and "that's what she said" (I do love a good catch phrase.) But the thing that I definitely need to take away from you and never forget is that nothing...absolutely nothing is going to turn out the way I think it should, or the way I think is right... so I must continue to roll with the punches and work hard at what I want. 2009, you've been great but 2010 is gonna be soooo much better. I bid you adieu in the same fashion one bids the flu (or like when you finally exit the train after being stuck on an express run with obnoxious cell phone talkers and stinky homeless people.)