Observations

I confronted the puddle-engulfed pavement and drove to my hometown this past weekend. On my way I stopped at a rest stop and gave someone a jump-start. It successfully got his car running and he was on his way again. It’s like magic. Sometimes, when I am playing a game I get in a slump; it is like my drive has died. This happened today during a game I was engaged in so I gave myself a jump-start. It did nothing except annoy the neighbor below me and pause my game. Perhaps I should stick with head-starts.

Speaking of head-starts (yes, a smooth segue), my sisters have had one in the child-bearing department. That is only natural, seeing as I am the youngest in the family.  It is okay though, I enjoy the benefits of being the uncle. You get to have all the fun while still watching them develop their distinctive personalities. And all three of my nephews have distinctive characteristics. Nick, the oldest at four, he has this crazy deep angry voice that makes him sound like Hitler giving a passionate speech. As he has gotten older, I can understand him now, but when he was little it was just angry loud gibberish and spit, which could quite easily, be equated to a Hitler speech. I call him the little Nazi. It is a term that I have slowly been phasing out, for obvious reasons, but it is cute nonetheless. Next is Isaiah, he is one and a half. Isaiah and I have had our differences. He was not too fond of me until I had extinguished all options and decided to speak to him in a creepy voice. He loved it. Since that day we have gotten along great, but he still has extremes. He is either happy or angry. I call him my velociraptor. He has a piercing cry. It is, as Dane Cook would say, the sound that makes you want to punch infants…too bad he is considered a toddler. Last, but not least, is Rey. He is only three months old and the newest edition. While he has not developed a huge personality quite yet, he does give these crazy intense looks. He mad dogs like no other. It is like he is saying, “Make me smile or I’ll kill you!” And then you make him smile and he is happy, but if you stop making him smile, he might give you the crazy eyes again.

When I went down to my hometown this weekend, I was unfortunately not able to see them all, but I did see Mad Doggin’ Rey. He and the rest of my family in town had come by for my early birthday party. In all actuality, I will be turning twenty-three on the twentieth, which is tomorrow. People are depressed about aging after twenty-one. Not me. I am living it up until twenty-five. I still brag about it to others, “Oh yeah? You’re only 22? Ha! I am older. I am going to be 23!” I still have the privilege of being able to rent a car at the age twenty-five ahead of me. That’ll be something to brag about…

In all honesty it has been a pretty low-key 23rd birthday. It has been nice nonetheless.

Tomorrow is my actual birthday. I could use a cute female paramedic to come jump-start it, but alas the response time is slow.