A few Sundays ago, I nearly broke myself whilst trimming the dozen teensy Japanese bushes in front of the house. Erik napped. Today, we bought a hedge trimmer, and suddenly he is ALL ABOUT the trimming. Well, he WAS, until he trimmed right through the power cord. Let's see if I can get him to do it by hand. Any wagers?

When you were a kid, didn't it just seem like forever until your birthday? And then you have to WAAAIT for summer vacation and then school began and ya had to WWAAAIT for Halloween or Christmas. Now it just seems like BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY...

Just two years ago, I'd celebrate my birthday with friends, dancing until four in the morning, then having breakfast with the Air Force at Denny's before going home. Erik has forbidden me from associating with those friends anymore.

Today I join a not-so exclusive sorority of half of the women in the world, who are still saying they're 29. I have one more year to do all the things I want to do before I'm 30, but I think I'm pretty on track. I've done a lot.

Today I feel kind of stuck between being my parents' baby girl and adult woman with issues.

Yesterday brought a big disappointment for Erik, but that just means God has something else in mind. He is the Creator of the Universe, after all, and his timing is perfect. This is one of those times in my life when there is a lot of angel action, and a miracle usually ensues. Sit back and watch.

For my 19th birthday, Shawna, Carrie, Julie, Bridget, Tanya and I were going out to dinner. Before we departed Weible Hall, someone said Beth and Ed were in the basement and wanted to say goodbye and Happy Birthday. We all tromped down the steps, and SURPRISE! They had my first and only surprise party I ever had. And the girls gave me a lot of gifts. I still have my Lion King blanket. That day means so much to me. I love them so dearly.

My birthday is on Good Friday. Which, this year, makes it BETTER Friday.

I need to buy a bigger house. Last night Lisa delivered my Pampered Chef stuff and I need more kitchen cabinet space.

In 1994, the men of Churchill Hall voted me the Perfect Girl to Take Home to Meet Mom and Dad. At least Erik's Dad likes me.

When you feel that nobody loves you,

Nobody cares for you,

And everyone is ignoring you,

You should start asking yourself

..............Am I TOO sexy?

The calendar at the desk of the gal who sits next to me has a picture of a baby's face and the words, "He's cute NOW...But in 25 years he'll still get cranky if you talk to other boys."

I think today there was a wrinkle in the time/space continuum. This morning when I pulled into The Scooter Store parking lot, a song was on the radio. This afternoon, when I jumped back in the truck, THE SAME SONG WAS ON. Y100's in my head. Oh, how many times I tried to work there.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you