I forgot my birthday?

Not really.
But I didn't blog.
Because my computer sorta died on me...happy birthday, right? Anyways, I am sorta stuck with phone blogging till we figure out my computer.
I mean, we DO have another perfectly good working computer at home- but, it's a PC. And a desktop. You understand my dilemma, right? I can't seem to explain it to Joe.

Anyways. I had a realization yesterday.
For the last 4-5 years I have thought getting older sucked because birthdays army as fun.
Then it hit me- those birthdays were all in the cold. Growing up I never thought of having a winter birthday. The weather never affected my birthday. I mean we weren't going to the beach, but I do remember one yer having a water balloon fight.
So, fast forward to life in Idaho/Nebraska.
No sun.
Wind.
Cold.
Snow everywhere.

There is not a chance you wanna go celebrate outside.
So, now I have to live with a winter birthday. :/


On the bright side- I got Chinese food on my birthday. And that makes EVERYTHING better :)

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Ash Wednesday

I have a strong attachment to Ash Wednesday. Something I will never do anything about probably, but one day- I hope I can.

No, this picture really has nothing to do with the post. But I didn't know what picture would be appropriate for this post...

I am not Catholic, and I do not know a lot about their religion, faith, or traditions. So I do not want to demean this day for those who hold it sacred. But my dad grew up Catholic, and I was born in a Catholic hospital.
This is the way I understand my birth:

I was due on February 14th.
I was two weeks late (the only of all 4 kids, and I was the youngest). I ended up being born in February 28th. Which also happened to be ASH WEDNESDAY.

My dad was coming up to my mom's room in the elevator, and *insert joke here* ran into a priest. After hearing the good news my dad had to share, and noticing no ash- the priest blessed my dad and marked his forhead. So when my dad entered my mom's room, being Latter-Day Saints, she was a bit confused to see the ash on his head.

No, not a funny spectacular story- but it has always been special to me. Birth stories are always special, and we all need something that sets ours apart. This day, does it for me.

Plus, I was born on a Holiday that allows me to still retain all the glory =].

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