"Goldfish and saltine crackers got married and had a baby named Cheese Nips. [="

I'm not the type of person to get mail. Unless it's a letter from school, a reminder that I have a dentist appointment coming up, or a letter from Ben. Ben and I e-mail so I haven't gotten a letter in a long time.

My Mom told me I got mail and she placed a small envelope in my lap and I assumed it was a letter from Ben, same size so I didn't really think much about it.

I open it up and it looks like this:



Um.. Elder Caj Johansson who? Why is he giving me ribbon? How did he get my address? If he knows me then why didn't he write down my last name?

Of course, I do what all teenagers do and see if he has a facebook. He does, he goes to BYU, and he graduated high school in 2009. Wait what, he lives in Michigan? I've never even been there much know where it is?! No mutual friends? What's going on here?

Ben is in Baltimore, Maryland, he's in Argentina? But yet the stamp says he's still in the USA? Even though he's been a missionary for almost 5 months now? [It's amazing what you can do when you Google his name. HELL-O, family blog!]

I'm so confused... and a bit creeped out.

"Three is my favorite color!"

If you want to be amused for 3 minutes and 45 seconds, you should watch this.



I promise to you all I will have this dance memorized by the end of the year.

"At 11:11 on 11.11.11 I will make the most epic wish EVER."

Wow, it's 2011. Crazy.

I have lived in three decades, two centuries, and three decades and I'm not even 18 yet.

Today, it is 11 months and 11 days until my birthday. My 18th birthday will be on 11.11.11 and it is 1.11.11. Today is pretty dang awesome, AND I saw 11:11am today. 11:11pm is just 23:11 truthfully. 2011 is going to be an awesome year, I already know it. But it's going to take me forever to put 2011 instead of 2010.

I've done quite a few firsts already.

First injury: Headache from headbanging too much, and sore throat from screaming.
First slow dance: Mark Fisher, Home by Michael Buble.. I think
First epic fail seen: Chelsie trying to touch the dance floor's ceiling and she fell twice.
First text message sent: To everyone I sent, "Happy New Years!!!!! [=" to.
First sleepover: Chelsie and Stacie. Thank you Stacie for kicking me in the head, neck, and back and crushing me against the couches headrest. I love you too.
First food eaten: Licorice and Cookies N Cream candy bar
First kiss: Hasn't happened yet.
First hug: Mark or Bryce?
First bed time: 3:11am
First blog post: This one?
First facebook status: '"Mark: "Don't you love how Morgan Hill smells like mushrooms?" Me: "...I thought it smelled like spring rolls..."'
First time crying: Today because of onions.

This year is going to be interesting.