Happy Birthday to Daddio! Fifty-five years ago, in 1949, Daddio was born to Dorothy and James, the third baby of the family and first baby boy. Then, he grew up to be a strapping young lad who had eyes for a lovely lady such as my mother, and...viola! I popped into the world!

Okay, it wasn't that simple, especially considering that he didn't have me until he was 36, but...it's something along those lines.

And Daddio totally rules. So he deserves a fantastico birthday!

Oh, and I NEED to go to the mall to grab something for him. Daddio is soooo hard to shop for. Really. I have no idea what I'm going to get for him. He's into sports, but I think we've given him enough golf balls to stack from the ground to the top of the Empire State building. As far as shirts go, he could wear one a day for a century. Ya know, sports shirts. He has a basketball, a baseball bat, and baseball balls signed by various of his favorite players.

Then, there's the practical stuff. But you know what the thing is about guys? They ALWAYS buy the stuff they want. Okay, not always, but I can't afford a car for my Daddio! Maybe I will when I win the lottery, even though I don't buy lottery tickets. Then, I'll buy him an adoreable little Porche. He's so conservative, it'll probably be a black Porche, but still.

So, yeah. I had this dream. And I don't have ANY idea what it means. I can usually improvise some sort of explanation for my bizarre dreams, but not for this one. Guess what this dream was?

Haha, you'll never guess. My family, extended family included, and I were flying. Ya know, people can fly in dreams. And we were flying up these mountains, pretty close to the ground. They looked like the Rocky Mountains, which makes sense, cuz I grew up around them. Anyway, as we were flying, we were watching the spectacular view of...get this...giant leaping elk. I kid you not. GIANT LEAPING ELK! And when I say giant, I mean GIANT. I mean like...the size of Blue Whales giant. And they were just sort of prancing up these mountains. I suppose this was a pretty gigantic mountain. Then, all of a sudden, they were under a chair lift (the kind you ride up when you go skiing) and they were hitting these poor people and knocking them off! Everyone that fell off died! It was HORRIBLE! I was so sad for the people, but I knew I coudln't do anything about it for some reason. I kept telling my family we had to fly higher, or else the elk would hit us and kill us too! Ahhhhhhh! And then...and then...they just stopped jumping and stopped for lunch. So my family stopped and decided to take a nap, and I wanted to go on an adventure, so I went away, and all of a sudden ended up in this silent library with a sophisticated-looking libratian (I was still flying, and he didn't notice me) and then I went into this room and a really hot guy walked in and then my mom woke me up!

Anyway, as I sit here, quivering in fear over gigantic leaping elk, I wonder what the heck this dream might have meant. It can't be good, can it? AHHHH! I'm going to get trampled by an elk when I go to First Tracks!

Oh! I didn't write about First tracks yet, did I? WHOA! It's the COOLEST thing EVER! Wait, I probably did, but I'll write it again. I want to do the Outdoors Activities program at CSU, so I get to go on a sumemr camping trip thingie with incoming freshman in July, where I get to camp, river-raft, rock climb, hike, and other fun stuff. I'm excited!

Anyway, enough rambling, gotta head over to Spammy's house! And have lunchy! Yummmmmmmmmy!