The big 1 7!

So tomorrow my family is leaving me to go to Montana. They are going for a wedding of my step-cousin. Of course, they have to make it a vacation, since they are driving so far. So they'll visit Mt. Rushmore, the Grand Tetons, Yellowstone Park, probably the Garden of the Gods, and maybe even Pikes Peak. And don't forget Rabbit Ear Mesa. The reason I'm not going? I signed up to work at Camp Barnabas for 2 weeks this summer. And the 2 weeks that I am supposed to work end up overlapping on the family vacation. So I am getting farmed out to 3 poor unforunate familes over a 10 day period before I leave for Barnabas on the 30th. I am staying with the C-'s and the S-'s and the S-'s. Hopefully I'll be able to camp with some of my friends while I am at the second S-'s.
Tonight we celebrated my 17th birthday. We went to Golden Corral for dinner. Our next door neighbours had given us a gift certificate of a significant amount becuase we helped them clean up ice storm damage when we rented a boom lift and cleaned up our trees. So we used the gift certificate to pay for the meal. $49 for the 7 of us. And that was during lunch. It's $3 more per person if you go at dinner. Actually, we got there at 3:45, so we got the lunch price, but the dinner price was efective at 4:00. So we ate a little cheaper anyway. And we ended up staying until 5:30. Dad had some of the waiters and waitresses come over and do the birthday song thing they do at some buffets. Scribble Girl, do you remember the birthday rap from Barnabas? I just thought of that now, but I couldn't remember it.
Just in case you're wondering, but you probably aren't...my birthday is tomorrow, but we celebrated it tonight, since the family is leaving at 4 AM tomorrow morning.
Now comes the traditional routine of any of our family vacations. Pack...go to walmart...pack...think about what you just know you'll forget to pack the next day...go to walmart...go to the bank...clean out the car...pack some things that you just know you'll neeed on the vacation...and then to walmart one more time to get whatever it was you forgot to get the last 4 times you went in the past 3 hours.
Btw, if you hear a song on my little finetune player on the blog and you are suprised that I listen to that kind of music, I probably don't. Some of the songs on there I have never listened to, but I had to have 45 songs to be able to use the player, so there you go. If you have suggestions on song picks? And also btw, it randomly shuffles through my picks, so you never know what'll come up next. That's the only down side of it. :)
You know how much I love frisbee. I think frisbee hates me. Everyone jokes that unless I get hurt or something, it wasn't a true frisbee game. Well... I've got two black eyes and a busted nose...does that count? I was playing at the S-'s, and I was guarding J-. I tried to block his throw by coming from behind him and diving in front of him. I dove too late and the frisbee had already taken off. But J-'s hand was still there. Next thing I know, I'm laying on my back with my hands over my eyes and feeling like my nose got busted. The side of J-'s hand had hit my face square on the bridge of my nose. I never felt it actually impact on my face. All I remember is laying out, then seeing J-'s hand come around and I blacked out just as I felt his hand start to hit my face. I came to laying on my back. Now it's almost a week later, and my eyes have been getting blacker as time goes on. I'd post a pic, but I don't have one. I told my family that I'd always remember this birthday as the one that I had 2 black eyes and a busted nose on. Oops, ended my sentence on a preposition again. :)
More later...