Life is a story, that's for sure. I haven't had much to write about lately because I write like I'm writing a story. I guess that's not true because plenty has gone on in the last couple of weeks or so that I have blogged, I just don't know how to make a story out of it!
Let's see. I turned 18 this week! It's funny because I didn't really have a big party or anything, just supper with the family. 18 is a big number and it's hard to believe that not long ago I was playing cowboys and Indians with the neighbor kids. We would chase each other horseback through the trees next to the river where we lived, pretending to shoot each other with sticks. We then proceeded to run into the river and fall off our horses into the water. O great times!
My boyfriend drove into town Tuesday night and had supper with us for my "party." My grandpa cooked the most amazing ravioli stuffed with cheese And Parmesan chicken! My mom made a chocolate swirl cheesecake for dessert that was amazing as well. I was so overly stuffed it wasn't even funny!
Yesterday morning I got a phone call from my boyfriend at about 8, which I thought was odd because usually he doesn't call me in the mornings, and when he does it's at about 6. I could tell something was wrong when he said hello. Turns out he had been throwing up since 4 that morning and he wanted someone to talk to. Poor guy! I told him that I would come see him but he didn't want me to get sick, so we both had to suffer. He was feeling better this morning, but I still worry about him.
I just hope that I don't get what he had. Today I have been watching what I eat because I can feel my stomach acting up and I'm just praying that I don't start getting sick.