Birthday Wish????

When I was a kid the days on the calendar seemed to go by so slowly. I looked forward to the holidays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, those elusive yet quirky three day weekends, and then there was the Birthday. Having a birthday when you are young was a big deal. A whole year has gone by, a lot happened in that year! In one year I started out adding one digit numbers and by the end of that year I was multiplying two digit numbers. Wow that is a lot in a year!
It is so different when you are older. I am having a hard time remembering how old I am, let alone what day my birthday is. The year went by fast. Nothing significant happened. My hair didn't even change, it only got longer.
I am not too impressed with birthdays anymore. I am judging my progress throughout the year on what my children are accomplishing. I only wish that doing that would slow the calendar down. It doesn't seem to be working.
Sydney asked me what my favorite cartoon was. I told her it was Phineas and Ferb. She then informed me we could have a Phineas and Ferb birthday party for myself. HMMMM maybe.

Why not? I make my kids fun cakes for their birthday maybe I will break down and make myself one this year. Nah. A round chocolate cake will be fine.
Well here we go again, another birthday. Let's see what happens this year. Maybe if I don't blink too often I will be able to catch some of it.
I do have to thank my family for being so nice on my birthday. I have had a nice delivery for my birthday, a ton of strawberries and an angel food cake. YUMM!! Thanks to the Binghams. I will break down and try to enjoy this birthday, it will be a chore, but I think I can do it. Maybe.

Geneology, I am doing it.....

I think that most people wish they came from normal families. But what is a normal family? I believe our families are normal and that our ideas of normal don't exist.
I am trying to track down photos of individuals for a pedigree chart that Sydney is working on for her Faith in God project, and there are actually people in our family that are hiding photographs from the rest of the family with the claim that they belong to them, and no one else can even look at them. What psychos!!! Is it just me or is that the silliest thing ever. The only photo I have of my Dad's mother is her in a casket, closed by the way. How's that for a friendly family? Well, at least I know their names.
I am sure there might be other ways of tracking down those photos. Maybe I can dress as a cat burgler and sneak into her dumpy house, (I wouldn't even have to kick hard to get the door down), and hold her at water gun point, and tell her to hand the photos over or she'll get it between the eyes. She might be afraid of the water. Who knows? Well at least it would be an exciting story to tell my children. "Yes children, your mother was treasure hunting in Nampa Idaho, and she got into a fight for her life to preserve our familiy history." Wow, sounds like that story has been done before. :)