Cousin Collision

They're a handful. They're youngsters who never fail to take joy in a boy who beat himself up with pillows to entertain them. They're the self-appointed kings of the world. They're...drrrrrrrrrrrrapataptap... my cousins!

this picture depicts me, my sisters, my aunt, and my cousins (who had better things to do), photographed by my mother. And the part about the beat up boy? Yeah. It was me. What I do for family.

Of course they were assets too. We played cops and robbers, the younger of my two older cousins saying "I'm a police" whenever I told him he was the thief. We also had about 1 hour's extra screen time. All five kids had half an hour of our nintendo DS, which I'm guessing they don't have by the way Johnny, the oldest, kept asking me the location of after I told him about it. Maybe I shouldn't have.

A bittersweet goodbye and they've gone, disappeared to Utah again. And I might want to keep it that way.

Pocket Monster Prize

Say one day you got the chance to obtain something you'd been wishing and working for over a long period of time. Like a half a year long time. Well, that is just what happened to lucky Ian Goodwin, exactly one week from my birthday.

 

Half an hour after returning from Gamestop, I seated myself on the couch and switched on our Nintendo DS. This was it. The big one. Finally, after six months of waiting, I had bought my own Pokemon Pearl Version.

After an hour and forty-five minutes of pleasure, I sat down and ate my dinner. I continued to play over the next month... and I still do.