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Today's my birthday. It's also Martin Luther King, Jr. Day and Inauguration Day. It was also an inservice day. I am worn out and enjoying a quiet evening at home with Jazzy. (Brad has a meeting at church tonight; I left before he got up, and he was gone before I got home. Oh well.) A few years ago I started the birthday tradition of posting random facts about myself. So... 27 years = 27 random facts 1. This is the first year of my life I haven't gotten extremely excited in the days (or weeks, or months) leading up to my birthday. I don't know if it was because it seems anticlimactic this year or if I'm just maturing or if it's because I'm looking forward to another birthday that's still a couple of months away. 2. I keep my straight pins in a pincushion organized by color. My mom laughed hysterically the first time she saw it. She just got me a magnetic pin holder for my birthday... she says it's so I can pick up any pins I drop easily, ...

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Facebook tells me that "today is your birthday." Thank goodness. I might have forgotten otherwise. (This is funny because I actually love my birthday wholeheartedly and would never forget it or want to skip celebrating.) In celebration of my 26th birthday, I am sharing 26 random things about myself, in no particular order other than that in which they occur to me. It seems like a conceited thing to do, but, hey, you read this blog about me. Right?! I did this last spring with 25 random facts . I'll try not to duplicate any, but that might be tough. 1. I love crime shows. Love them. So far, I've watched every season of Law & Order: SVU on Hulu Plus. (Season 13 is now airing.) Now I've started watching Body of Proof and Prime Suspect. Unfortunately, both these shows are in their first season. 2. I never really saw myself as a "crafty" person until this fall. Then, suddenly, I started to find things that "I can make for less." And then it...

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Happy Birthday, Brad!

This one time...

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...I turned 25. I wish I could explain how much I love my birthday. But I can't. I just do. (Ask Brad. He knows.) I'm kind of like a five-year-old. I'm not sure why I love it so much. I just do. Maybe someday I'll be able to explain. (No, I didn't quite finish "the list." And I didn't make another one, really. I do have a new "to-do" list posted on one of my pages (see the top of my blog), but there's no deadline or anything.) (I'm not sure why I look like I have a tumor in my cheek in the first picture, but I promise I don't.)