One more year and I'll be able to sing Taylor Swift's song "22". I mean, I rock out to it now, but in a year it will be legit.
On March 25 I turned 21. I honestly don't care for birthdays. But wait. If we followed suit and had Hobbit birthdays, I’d be all for that. Don’t know how Hobbits celebrate growing old? They don’t receive gifts, they dish them out- like Christmas! You’d end up getting more gifts each year than you would if you just had a traditional birthday. Don't get me wrong- when people give gifts it's very kind and one should always be gracious- like when your awesome aunt gifts you some magazine subscriptions. Such a creative gift, I love it! I'm taking notes for next year's Hobbit-like birthday...
I thought I’d make a list of some things a 21 year old Mormon girl can do:
~ Get into concerts at the Peppermill in Wendover, Nevada. No drinking though.
~ Go on a mission (of course it’s just my luck that right around the time I’m about to turn 21, they lower the minimum age…). Oh well, I’m used to it.
~ Get married (but really, that’s been on each birthday list since I turned like, 18).
~ Apply to adopt a child. Yes! I’ve been waiting for this one. But darn, marriage comes first. Does it have to? Angelina Jolie did it backwards but seems happy enough, right?
~ Buy a gun. NO THANK YOU. I hate guns. The Indians did just fine without them. I’ll admit not all Indians should be emulated, but watch “The Last of the Mohicans” and try to be more like the last Mohican. Just a suggestion…
Well, here’s to another year. May it be filled with laughter, success, adventures, kindness and rain- lots of rain.
2 comments:
Rachel, i love this post, and i especially like the title. It's very clever. Yes, in a year you can rock out to it and it will be very legit. You have amazing writing. You wonderful thing you.
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