Triple threat!
I know... it's been months since my last post. I'm sorry; I've been kind of (blech) preoccupied. =P So now, I'm gonna catch everybody up to speed...
#12: Hide an Easter Egg
Sshhhh! Don't tell the little ones. Yes, indeed... I did hide my first Easter egg. Actually, I hid about 20! We were up super-de-duper late the night before Easter since Aunt Leah wasn't going to be with us the next day (aka- had to work), and the adults were almost too tired to hide any eggs. Mom and I took the initiative and hid a whole bunch. And we were MEAN too. I put one in the stereo speaker, one in Maddie's microwave, one in the infamous rooster box, and a bunch of others. I thought I was sneaky, but those boys... tsk tsk they're too good for me. We found ALL the eggs within like half an hour and moved right on to our Easter baskets (P.S.- I got a slinky in mine and LOVED IT!!!) Even little Maddie found a few of my eggs!! Next year, I'll have to be even trickier... I'm gonna be like Uncle Marty- so tortured by impossible egg hunts in my childhood that I take it out on the next gen. It was really fun though! #12- Check.
#98: Get a better cell phone.
Welp... this isn't EXACTLY how I thought this one would happen... I accidentally left my cell phone in my pants pocket a couple weeks ago and it may have taken a little teeny tumble in an extra-large, cold-water, Tide-infused rinse cycle and then a nice little desertifying, staticky and linty trip in the drier. AKA- It was major dead. Like MAJOR dead. It didn't even charge when we put in on the charger.
Of course, with the constant possibility of me having an episode and needing to contact Mom, I needed a cell phone. As a temporary replacement, Mom lent me Grandma's phone. Did I mention that Grandma's phone is a purplish-lavender color with flowers etched into the cover? Yeah... Not the best phone to bring with you to an all-guys school. I was deathly afraid of someone catching me with that phone, and even moreso that I'd be stuck with it for another year until my other phone's contract was up. Mom decided to surprise me though by getting me an AWESOME NEW PHONE!!!! It's like a BlackBerry, just without Internet capabilities. I love it. Thanks to Mom, #98 = Dunzo.
#25: Get my permit.
Alright, this one's actually a secret so don't go spreading it, bub. On Wednesday, Mom and I came home from Mattei Radu's funeral, grabbed a quick lunch, changed out of our formal wear, and hopped over to the DMV in Frazer. I got right in and took the quiz and got to the very last question; my score was 14 right, 3 wrong. If I got the last one wrong, I would fail, and it I didn't, I got it. Stupid me second guessed myself though, and I got it wrong. Mom and I agreed that we'd get up early the next day to go try again.
Thursday morning came. We ate breakfast, hopped in the car and drove back over. Little did we know, Grandma and Pop-Pop were going to the exact same shopping center to visit the Dollar Tree, so we had to be super sneaky. We tiptoed into the DMV; this time we had to wait a little while because it was kind of busy, but I got through anyway. Once again, it came down to the very last question. I was saying in my head "Nuh-uh. Hell no. Not getting up early again to take this stupid quiz." The question, luckily was one I had the day before (and got right the day before) so I passed! I got my permit; the lady at the counter was very nice and funny, joking about parallel parking and stuff. She made me take an eye test, as I expected. It was easy though, just 12 letters and some flashing red lights. Mom was so excited, although I was a little upset that I still got three wrong. The only reason though is because I second guessed myself thrice. I remembered the joke about "What do you call the guy who graduated last in medical school? A doctor." and it felt a little like that. I was Dr. Driver, even though I had only gotten a D in my classes.
Well, there's three... Hopefully come summer I'll be feeling a little better and will be able to update more frequently. Until next time...
-Nate
5.15.2010
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