This random photo was taken by my mom at my 23rd birthday party. That is Kris, Jola, Cheryl, and Ron, in order from front to back. We had a great time playing Bocce Ball in the blistering wind.
Over the last year (ish), I have thought about what I want to do for my 24th birthday. I will be in South America for my Golden Birthday (25th-at that point life is practically over). I feel that 24 is my last birthday of a free young life. Since 25 rounds to 30, and 30 is almost 40, and at that point life is almost over, 24 is the pinnacle of life. I want to throw myself a surprise birthday party. I love surprises. It is hard to surprise me. My mom did a good job surprising as a child. It has been almost 5 full years since a realy good surprise, I think......... I might remember one later.
How would I surprise myself? Hmmmm, I would. . .well, I can't give it away. Some thing small or some thing big . . .
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