So yesterday I called my Grandpa Coy for the weekly phone call and the conversation went a little something like this:
Grandpa Coy: "You know you've got a birthday coming up... you're gettin up there...pretty old"
KJN: "Thanks for the reminder..."
Grandpa Coy: "Well I've been thinking you've got to stop being so 'particular' or you're never going to get married"
KJN: "Oh so I need to stop being picky and just take anything that comes along?"
Grandpa Coy: "Well I'm just saying you need to start lookin or there isn't going to be anything left"
Thank you grandpa for the self-esteem boost... awesome.
Speaking of getting old- I do have a birthday coming up. Not quite excited about it, but I'm doing everything I can to help my depression- I'm going on a cruise to Europe for the next 2 1/2 weeks. I've been sucking up to my dad that all I wanted for graduation (and now I'm moving to the birthday stage) is to BORROW the vespa scooter for the summer. So I'm going to need your help. If you see either of my mom or dad I need you to put in a plug for the scooter. Blame it on gas prices, my depression, anything as long as I get it in Logan. The scooter actually looks very similar to this one except it has a nice basket on the front to carry my purse. 
