WARM FUZZYNESS

Oh man, yesterday I was attacked by a giant, mutant, warm fuzzy from behind: the biggest surprise that was ever pulled on me was executed yesterday by evil masterminds.

I awoke that morning real tired-feeling; last night I stayed up especially late. I wanted the house to be clean for when the Baxter family would come over. I had suggested to them a couple of times to stop by on their way to California for a huge Thanksgiving vacation. I was hoping that they would, but nobody ever replied a "yes" or a "no", and so I was starting to feel a bit ignored. Little did I know...

Mom was busy that night finding clothes that would go nicely together for our family photos that we would be taking tomorrow. She said that we were getting them in Medford; I assumed that we would be getting them from JC Penny as we usually get our pictures. I remember grumbling, "mom, we should just get Sis. Baxter to do the family photos..."

My gullible-ness was proven to be severe when I didn't even suspect anything when mom said, "Hey Keenan, why don't you bring your guitar?"

As we drove I just toyed around with the guitar, not really being in the real world. After awhile I realized that we were driving in the suburbs of Central Point. My lack of suspicion stroke again: "Hm, that's weird. Mom's taking a different route to the mall today..."

We stopped. I looked around, and noticed the name of a nearby mailbox: Holmbeck. I realized that we were at Allie's house! I said to mom, "Hey look! It's Allie's house!" She just stared at me for the longest time. After many seconds, I started to understand what was going on.

When we went inside, I fould Cassidy inside as well! And so we chatted lightly about school assigments and whatnot. I noticed parents saying things like, "they just said they'll be here in a few minutes." Then it all clicked. Finally.

When Sis. Baxter came through the doors, she quietly said, "Hush hush, Ceana doesn't know! Come out when I tell you."

Amazing. At this point after seeing Ceana exclaiming wildly in surprise, I was mentally spazzing out at the genius of Sis. Baxter. One of the coolest moms ever, I must say. And so, we got our family photos taken, had brunch, and then decided to go to the mall. Gretel still had to have her baptism pictures taken there, you see. We had a good time there just milling around. It was such a treat to be in the midst of such dear friends. I got to hear Kaeli's British accent that day which, I must say, was pretty darn good an' natural sounding. I think she would be able to decieve others into believing she was from Europe if she tried.

It was SO good to see everybody again. That little get together was such a good social refuel for me.

Grandma and grandpa visited us last night. They gave us the newest scoop about Uncle Tom's new movie. They now have enough money to get it published! We also talked more about careers. Grandpa's story is just fascinating. In his youth he got into an accident that sent a tremendous amount of electricity through his body and left huge scars on his legs that are still there today. He should've been dead, but God has given him 60+ years to live. Though it was predicted that he would not recover, he was still able to serve a full time mission (at age 25), have 8 children, and a ton of other things the doctors said he would not be able to do. I love grandpa; his life is very inspiring to me.
Tonight for mutual the young men played wallyball at Club Northwest. We had an awesome time! It was like volleyball, only in a big white room. I LOVED IT. I think everyone else enjoyed it too. Henry came along, and he really liked participating with the older boys. Good ol' Henry.