My Super Seventeen Sunday!

As many of you know i recently turned 17, this is actually quite an important birthday for me. "Why?" you ask. Well in Ninja culture, the day a N.I.T. (ninja in training) arrives at his seventeenth year he is considered a Genin, or a true Ninja. By surviving in a cruel, unfair, and often dangerous world for 17 years, one proves his worthiness of the Genin title.

I have proven myself through countless tests and battles. Many have tried to remove me forcefully from this life, yet i have conquered them all. I have survived much; from enemy ninja assassins in the dead of the night, to soap poisoned fish sticks served for dinner. Yet, i live on!

I remember once an enemy ninja, skilled in the art of disguise, impersonated my mother and commenced to attack my manhood with a flying knee. Yes, you are right, i have seen and struggled through much more than the normal mortals who surround me in this life. Yet, with much humility, i act out the life of a normal teenage boy. Putting on a masquerade of schoolwork during the day, and leading large-scale decisive ninja battles by night.

My father says that no one appreciates his hard work (I appreciate you very much Dad), well think how hard working vigilante ninja (like myself) feel. We constantly put our lives on the line for you commoners, and what do we get in return? Nothing but criticism from some, and disbelief from most. Do the Ninja community a favor, next time you see a ninja, pat him on the back, give him some money (or a car, just a suggestion), and perhaps because of this small token of appreciation they will allow you to live on.

But for now, we, the ninja, must continue to walk alone and unacknowledged towards peace and  prosperity. 




Enough on that subject, Here are some Pictures of B-day!

Oh, and because I'm sure you're dying to know, a list of some my presents! Yeah me!

• A Batman Belt buckle
• A Itunes Music Card
• 3 Cd's
• A brain teaser, puzzle thing (that i still cant figure out!)
• Some Ninja weapons
• Candy!
• An awesome book!
• Some $$$!
• A gift card to the mall!
• breakfast in bed
• Shirt and pair of pants!
• Oh and one that is especially significant: Julia "allowing" me (her very own words) to go to sadies with her!

Thank You everyone! 

The Rees Clan, (and Grandma's famous smile :), its known to stun enemy ninja!)

A ninja is forever suspicious and alert

My sister's and I attempt at capturing a picture of my grandma's smile (which still to this day has not been proven to exist). My sister tried the ninja technique of telling a joke about why seagulls are not called beagles. Unfortunately It was a failed attempt. 

This is my secret sensei, i call him Sensei Clark. He is a master of disguise, even his own family does not know that he is a Ninja master!

Anyways, My birthday was awesome! So thank you everyone (especially Mom for making three bday cakes!)

Ninja Parade

Ninja Parade Slips Through Town Unnoticed Once Again




I don't know how or who got me on tape, but they will pay...

Christmas in October!

As I walked up the stairs to my home Tuesday night, I had the feeling that something was wrong, horribly wrong. I knew this because I saw the Schaffer’s car outside but I could smell no sweet aroma of chocolate meeting my finely tuned nose. The Schaffers were chatting with my mom on the couch and my dad was talking on the phone in his room. My dad walked out of his room saying something like “oh, let me get him for you.” Right as he handed the phone to me I caught a glimpse of a familiar smug smile that only a highly trained “Seer’s” eye can spot. That was my only hint of what was to come.
“Hello?” I could hear my uncle explaining my early college high school to someone in the background.
“Hey Micah”, it was my uncle Richard.
“Hey! How are you doing?” I hadn’t talked to Richard in a long while.
“Good, good… hey were you looking at getting a computer?”
“Yeah, I was considering getting a laptop awhile ago.”
“What kind of computer were you looking at?” he asked, by now I had figured out were this was going, and my heart was thumping!
“Probably a Mac.”
“Oh, really, hmm… well why don’t you look in your parents closet?”
“Are you serious?”
I ran to my parents closet and found a pile of boxes; I think I started going in to shock because I’m not sure the words coming out of my mouth were understandable English.
MY AWESOME UNCLE RICHARD BOUGHT ME A MACBOOK!!! Which is what I’m writing this on! That night I kept waking up thinking that it was a dream, but it wasn’t! anyways, thought you would like to know!