Can't Buy Me Love

Love, Can't buy me love! I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright! I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright! 'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love.



This day eleven years ago my second closest in age sister, Katlyn was born. Yes, that's right, today was Kate's birthday. That means we woke up to cinamon rolls and drove an hour or two to get to Roseville, where we met up with grandma and grandpa for lunch at John's Incredible Pizza. John's, if you've never been there, is sort of like a Chuck E. Cheese's for bigger kids, of course it still has games for younger kids, but the point is - it also has cooler ones for larger kids ;). They have waay better pizza though (As in edible, as in not having the consistency of cardboard). Not only that, they have a pizza/salad/pasta buffet. So we ate and then entered the wild noisy game area each group of three armed with a 150 credit card (they use credits on a card as opposed to tokens, you just swipe your card through any game and it take the credits or even adds your tickets to the card if you want). They have Guitar Hero with two guitars for warring, it's better to get your own but hey! They had Dance Dance Revolution, and no this did not teach me to dance so I'm still in a tight spot here. I didn't even get to try because Lex didn't want to do it and when I went to do it with Kate then I was pulled away to this tiny train roller coaster for little kids to ride with my bro Sam in the very front row. And let me tell you, that thing goes very fast and whips around those corners!! We went to the mini bowling ally and had some fun there. We did a lot! And by the time we were finnished we were all very tired! We stopped off on the way home and bought a Christmas tree, so as soon as Kate's birthday's officially over we can set it up. And drag out all those ornaments from the shed and... ouch. Tis the season. It's funny in any household really, how you can tell what was done by each member just by looking at the circumstances of a mess, or object or project when you live there. A very simple example would be that the other day my sister came to me clutching a handful of papers. "Here, I thinkthese are yours." "Why do you think those are mine?" "Well I didn't check the handwriting but... It's a bunch of papers... with a lot of handwriting on it..." I checked, they were mine... It leaves me to wonder exactly how predictable I am, or if it's just because we're siblings. The past few days I've been excitedly getting together things to send out invitations to my party. My mom mentioned yesterday something about Allison and my party in the same sentence. Immediately my reaction was, "MOM I do NOT want her there. She can't come." I was then told the story of how she wanted to not only come, but bring her newest boyfriend. My mom started, "I know shared birthdays with her in the past have been bad but this won't be shared... This is all yours... Well actually..." It was agreed in the end, Allison and especially her newest greatest boyfriend aren't coming. So you're all safe. For now. In fact to avoid future problems and annoyance at spelling her name I'll cal her by her character's name that I made for her.. Dana... Better. Tolerable. I'm too tired to either make sense or be of any improvement to anyone's lives... In fact I just made a mean joke at two of my best friends' expense. Not at all like me. Sorry guys! Laterz