HAPPY BIRFDAY DALLIN!

What is it now, 25?

Points for me cuz I remembered yer bday -without- Facebook birthday reminders! (You cheaters!)

I got you and yer wifey tickets to the Broadway production, The Lion King, at Capital Theatre in September if you two are interested. It's kind of an anniversary pressie too, since you both get to go. But you have to take me. And someone else I ..need to choose. :D I think you'll like that pressie. I must say tho, you are an expensive one to please.

Well I should give you a long speel of love, but I think I did that in April, entry 828, but I can always expand on the love speel.

From traditional wrestling on Sundays, to movies almost every night/weekend, to car wrecks, to camping trips and peeing in the woods, to Kirri and the terrifying games in the basement, to the camp trailer and eatin beans, to playing 21 and betting with pennies, to family vacations, to irritated fury that leads ones thoughts to kill or throw hammers, to holidays and birthdays, to babysitting with knives, to surviving Dustin and his adventures, from tattle telling or exploded anger, from fighting over our mother and hugs, to the choking corner in the kitchen, to your army boot camp, to memories of the neighbor kids (Lonnie, McKay, Eric, Brookann, etc.), to dating and K.O. nightmares, from Dad and his repeated lectures, to high school memories, all the way to gummies and Jamba Juice; we survived. And I wouldn't have wanted to survive with anyone else but you.

You were the only sibling I really knew and the only one that really wanted to get to know me in return. I just want you to know that I'm here for ya and always will be. So pritti much, yer stuck with me. :D

And to think it all started with a curious little boy poking a boring ol' dormant baby girl in a carseat.

"Mama, take it back, it's broken! It's not doing anything!" *poke poke*

"Your sister needs to sleep, stop poking her, if you wake that baby so help me I'll kill you!"