My dad beat me

Well, I never thought I would say this...my dad beat me. It really hurts, the bruises are too deep to see...my dad....created his own blog before I did. I was the one who showed him how to get ring tones directly from his cell phone. I knew months before he...yet, some how he slipped right through the cracks and got there before I could. oh well..... its ok... I still have a lot more "tricks" up my sleeve.

On a much lighter note. I had my senior pictures made today. I felt like a model posing for some magazine. It was a lot of fun. They had this warehouse thing with a lot of different stations. There was a jukebox/50's one, and a really cool looking truck. I got a picture with the truck. I thought it was neat. So, I am one step closer to graduating. ouch... I'm going to be on bottom again.

Speaking of being on bottom...does it ever, ever end??? I mean when you are in middle school...you are at the bottom, then the top. Then High school comes... same thing happens...then college same thing. Then, right when you think you are done being on bottom, you are now the "fresh meat" in the office, then you become the top person to go to, until that new person comes in and knows more than you. Then you retire, and you become the newest member of the "Senior Citizen Bingo Night." Then you pass on, and you become on the bottom for sure, underneath the ground...right when you think you cannot get anylower in the up and down cycle....You arrive in Heaven. You are there, in the presence of God. You have reached the top, and there is nothing the bottom can do.