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I have developed this compulsive thing where every time I go somewhere I want to pet my wiener dogs just in case it is the last time I ever see them.

Kickball

Last night my friend Ian who is 16 came to skateboard at my miniramp and brought a bunch of his 16 year old friends. I organized a game of kickball and at first everyone was skeptical but after about five minutes it was a hit. The game didn't start until about 11 so it was dark and we had to make some special rules so the game would run smoothly in the barnyard.

- No such thing as out of the park home runs.
- No fouls.
- (If playing with less than 4 people on a team) No ghost runners--one person must always be up to kick. If not, you're out!
- To score you must slide into home--no exceptions!
- If the ball that you kick bounces off the ceiling, rafters, wall, or other barnyard machinery and hits you, you are out. You have to be agile enough to dodge the ball that you kick.
- Intentionally kicking a ball to the left is an automatic out. Kicking to the left sends the ball into the neighbor's yard which, in the dark, makes it impossible to retrieve in time to smoothly play kickball.

A highlight of the night came when I was running from second to third and decided to hurdle over the two hay bales by third base instead of slowing down to go around them. We were using pieces of cardboard as the bases and as I jumped the cardboard slipped and I plowed straight into the hay bales at full speed. The hay bales went rolling and I landed on my back and someone threw the ball and it hit the top of my head. I'm out.

I also ripped a giant hole in the crotch of my pants sometime during the game. Which possibly could have made the high school girls present a little uncomfortable, plus I was wearing briefs so I was showing a lot of skin, but, the game had to go on anyway. It probably happened when I was sliding into home. Sliding into home always got hay leaves down your pants and kicked up dust which got in your mouth and eyes but that added to the fun of it.

bon jovi vs shania twain

This conversation just took place:

Dad: It came with a DVD?
Mom: Yes, so we not only get to listen to Bon Jovi but we get to see him too.
Dad: Is he nice for you to look at?
Mom: Yeah.

30 seconds pass while the DVD starts playing.

Dad: Well then I want one of Shania Twain. (He starts laughing.)
Mom: Well go right on ahead. I think she's kind of trashy myself.
Dad: Yeah, she is kind of trashy, but she's a pretty lady.

Then the conversation drifted off about how Shania Twain went too far and ruined her career.

bon jovi

My mom pre-ordered the new Bon Jovi cd and it came in the mail today. She got her boombox-like-thing out and she put it in while we were eating dinner. I would dare say that music while eating dinner is one thing that has never before happened in the Skinner household. But then she ended up turning it off after one song, which was kind of disappointing, because I thought the whole thing was great.

Tonight I went on a bike ride. I took my iPod and I loved every second of it. I rode on this dirt road that goes through these trees while "Our Hell" by Emily Haines played and it was the perfect accompaniment. Perfect tempo, perfect mood. Match made in heaven. It felt like I should have been in a movie. Then after I rode to the end of the dirt road I turned around and rode back downhill at top speed. At one point I had to swerve in and out of potholes and it was awesome. Then I was enjoying myself so much instead of turning to go home I just kept riding and Patrick Wolf came on as I triumphantly rode down main street of Bedford, WY on my flashy orange women's Western Flyer bike. Then I rode to the cemetery and sat with my back on my brother's gravestone while I caught my breath. Then I rode home. It was probably one of the most enjoyable things I've done in Wyoming since being here. That's how great it was.

Sometimes my brain will feel like the gas gets jammed open and it goes at full throttle and everything is flying out of control because it's going so fast and I can hardly concentrate on anything because my mind jumps from one thing to the next to the next and to the next.

Right now it is like that.

ADD?

Sometimes I wonder if I could find the one single person on this Earth that looks more like me than any other person if they would look like my twin, or if they'd only slightly resemble me. I also wonder if it's possible to find someone that you are not related to at all that would look more like you than your family members.

Both of those sentences were really awkward but I couldn't think of a better way to say them.