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It's only 12:30 and I have already had such an over whelming day. I didn't think I would cry about anything on my birthday. It's not till tomorrow, but I've already had some surprises. The doorbell rang at about 11:15 this morning and a delivery guy was standing there with a huge vase of a dozen roses. He said, Nicole? And handed me a card. I knew it was from my gradmother because she is always surprising me some how on my birthdays. The card said, "Papa would have wanted you to have these, Happy sweet 16." I just started crying out of no where and the poor delivery guy was just standing there..finally after a minute I signed for them and he left. He wished me a happy birthday. Thanks Mr. Delivery Man. So I called my grandmother to say thank you for the roses and she told her that she heard an inner vioce tell her thats what papa wanted her to do. I guess everyonce ina while she wants me to know that even though he's been gone for almost 6 years now, that she thinks about him just as much as I do. Every day.
Anywho, last night I went Paintballing with a few of my friends and family. It was pretty fun, I forgot how much those little tiny paint balls HURT at 200 mph. I got about 7 welts. Not to bad. The ones that really hurt are the ones that are purple now.