Happy Birthday Goose

Kenedi turned eleven yesterday. Birthdays (even if it isn't mine) are my favorite. Not because I love to see what they are getting or all the treats that are all over the house (although, I must admit, it is an added bonus). I like to think about what makes that person amazing. I love to make that person feel extra special.

What makes Goose (aka Kenedi) so special? Oh, well let me tell you. This girl is the cutest eleven year old I know. She is always smiling and everybody wants to be her friend. Even when she is sick, sick, sick she some how finds a way to still be smiling. I think that Goose's smile is the highlight of her character. That and her contagious giggle. When she has friends over, I love to listen to them because they are always giggling. {Side note: when Kenedi laughs, her nostrils flair. HILARIOUS!}

Kenedi is an amazing basketball player. She isn't like me (obnoxious, ball-flopper, hand smackin', backboard slamin') she is more of a calm yet skilled ball player. She isn't cocky and loves her team mates. She gets excited about making her shots, but not in the over-the-top-annoying kind of way.

She is also a fabulous pianist. Without fail, every morning Kenedi is at the piano. She is one of those sick kids who actually enjoys practicing her lesson. She is so determined to learn her pieces to perfection. She plays with emotion and knows how to bring extra beauty to the music.

Meanwhile... (as Wentz would say)

I have some good news. The term is over! Only one more term 'til summer. Oh baby! I have already started making my summer list of things to do. I have even started to do summerish stuff. This change of seasons has made me a little bit on the spastic side... don't mind me... I think I'm finally thawing from an awful winter.

BOOYAH.

Noteworthy

Happy Friday.

I have an obsession with this man. And his amazing curly afro. And his kazoos.

What have I done?

Apparently it's a big deal. I have caused confusion within my own home- twice  in one day. Hey, what can I say? I am always full of surprises! So... what did I do? Oh well, let me tell you!

First...

1: I hate tuna fish. Yep, sure do. I have hated it for... eh... a long time. Last night as I was making my lunch (for today) I realized that the bowl of tuna fish was calling my name. It irked me because I don't even like tuna fish! What was I thinking? Despite the nauseous feeling, I went right ahead and made myself a mean tuna sandwich.

Today at lunch...
I ate a tuna fish sandwich.

I like tuna fish.

2: I hate eggs. Uh huh, sure do. I have hated them since two girls camps ago when I had to cook eggs for breakfast... euhhh... too... many... eggs... euwhhh... ANYWHO, my Mum rang the dinner bell and I ran up the stairs to find- can you guess- EGGS. Oh joy. I mumbled some naughty words under my breath (Dangflabbit, I hate eggs! Grrr grrr grrrrrr! etc.) and jammed those buggers down my throat as fast as I could.  I didn't dare say a word out loud for I feared my mum would be displeased with my ungrateful attitude for the meal she prepared.

I still hate eggs.

Conversation at the closing of dinner time at the Beardall Residence:

Mum: Reagan, you have to have a non-peanut butter sandwich at least once this week.
Reagan (Reags): I did! I had a tuna fish sandwich today!
Mum: You did? Really?
Reags: Yeah, even ask dad! He saw me make my lunch yesterday!
Me: Yeah, she did. I saw her make it. I even made one, too.
Mum: What? Where did Madison go?
Me: Yep. I ate the whole thing.
Dad: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MADISON?!?!
Mum: Wow... she even ate her eggs, too! Wow....

My family was truly amazed.

And in that moment, I too was extremely happy with the teenage girl I have become.

'Nuff said.