A word from Bekah

So, what do you do when you don't know what to write about and you're worried about losing the 4 people that are actually still reading this blog leaving?  Well, you ask your writer friend to write a post for you, and out of the goodness of her heart she does it!!  Of course I did give her the title of the post which I came up with, "Phats is AMAZING!"  So, without further ado here is one of my best and oldest friends posts about why I am amazing.  Thanks Bekah!   P.S she is a much better writer than me please check out her blog :)

Writer's Block. Don't you hate it when that happens?? You know what else you should hate? When you get writer's block and you ask another blogger to bail you out. Furthermore you offer the topic of "how wonderful I am."

 

It's an open door I cannot help but walk through.

 

Phats is wonderful.

 

(There. I said it. In print.)

 

He was wonderful back in 1st grade when he was stuck in the Roses Reading Group with Kelly, Kristen and me. Okay so we had to go by the name Comets because apparently there's something very not cool about the name Roses. (We were the Roses. Just don't tell him.) We were the wonderful readers, though. For real. We were plowing through chapter books like The Boxcar Children when everyone else was back on three words on a page readers. (Not bragging. Honest. Just reporting the wonderful facts about wonderful Phats of the Roses Reading Group.)
PHATS NOTE- I AM NOT NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN A ROSE.  COMET ALL THE WAY!

 

He was wonderful again in 6th grade when he had his kidney transplant. I really have a lot of admiration for him for going through that. Can't be fun to do something like that EVER in life - but in 6th grade? Life is nothing but awkward in 6th grade. Throw in organ transplant during Thanksgiving vacation, and that's a whole new level of crazy school life. But, as a good Roses reader would do...he not only came through the surgery healthy and well, but he came back into 6th grade life (with a class full of questionable comrades) and succeeded.

 

He was a wonderful Mayor Munchkin (or whatever the name is. I don't think I've ever seen the movie and the musical was a LONG time ago, okay??) in our school musical. In fact, I went to the musical every single year pretty much just to see him. (Phats. Not Mayor Munchkin. He wasn't Mayor Munchkin every year, you know.)

 

During high school, junior year, we ended up having lockers side by side (because we were the first two nerds to show up for registration that year and they assigned lockers as you registered.) That was the most fun I ever had during passing periods in high school! (The rest of the years we were alphabetical and we're not going there with the stories.)

 

And I have to say, in the post-high school world, where most people completely (and often purposefully) lose their high school friends, Phats is a better friend than ever. He is my personal weather service and has saved me from getting caught out on the running trail in a thunderstorm...more than once. He's checked on me when my life was completely falling apart, and he has kicked my ever loving tail in every SINGLE game of Dutch Blitz we've ever played.

 

Because, of course. He's wonderful at that too.

 

So there you have it. Frame it, Phats. It's not going to show up in writing again.

 

Maybe.