He has tears in his eyes. He does that a lot lately. He gets very emotional when he comes face to face with everything that’s happened in my life. He’s been known to burst into tears during TV interviews, and he’s not all hung up about that. This guys a hockey-loving, elk-hunting, head-butting Canadian dude, tougher than anybody I know. I think that’s why he’s not afraid to show his feelings. How much he loves us, how proud he is of me and Mom and all his kids and grandkids. That’s why I’m not afraid to show my feelings either. (Well most of the time. Within reason. You know what I’m saying.) I’m finally taller than my grandpa, but I’ll always look up to him. He’s there for me when I need him and has been since my earliest memories.
A walrus hides its face in embarrassment as a man presents him with a cake made entirely of whole fish.
Remember when we were 11 years old? And we couldn’t wait until we were teenagers? We looked at all those cool teens, with their cool cell phones, and cool Facebook’s. Their cool makeup and cool clothes. All those cool boys they hung out with & going to PG-13 movies, with their cool friends. We looked at them and thought they were so cool, because they listened to those cool IPods, and wouldn’t turn the volume down when their parents asked. We couldn’t wait to grow up. We couldn’t wait to wear that cool makeup, and hang out with those cool boys. We couldn’t wait to not listen to our parents & blame it on being a teenager.
And now that we’re teenagers, what were we thinking back then? Some of us put makeup on every morning, hoping that that one boy will notice us. We listen to our IPods so loudly to block out the world and all the drama. We’re sick of our cell phones and Facebooks. We turn off our phones. And log off of Facebook. Because we don’t want to talk to anyone. We can’t stand our friends & want to be a little kid again. So this is to all you non-teens, never grow up.