Born: October 21, 1985.

It's true. Today is the day of my birth. Which is cause for celebration and contemplation and such. And the official declaration that I am happy.







































First, I'll give you a run down of today so far. Birthdays are great because you receive tangible expressions of love from the people in your life. This is a great thing. There's no excuse for feeling badly on a day when so many are thinking of you. I'm staying focused on that today. It's been delightful to talk to old friends, have passing greetings from classmates and, of course, receive love from family. Thank you to you all.

As for celebration, this probably won't so much be the day. It's a Tuesday, which is my busiest day in school. I have class 9-11, 2-4, and 5-7. Being an adult, I can choose to skip all my classes if I so desire. But it seems a little counter-intuitive to celebrate entering adulthood by shirking on my responsibilities as a student. See what I mean?

So today I am going to all my classes. The fact that I'm blogging in class doesn't matter because hey, I'm here, AND I did my homework.

Second, many of you (read: maybe two people...) have asked about my treat situation most specifically, will I choose to have one today and what will I choose? I've thought about it all week long and I've settled on Homemade Pizookies (like BJ's). Cookie, LaVell's vanilla, can't really get better than that! Unfortunately, it won't work to do it today... Going out to dinner with Ken after my evening class means we won't be able to do treats until 10pm. It will be more enjoyable to include more people which can be done by celebrating on the weekend.


Third, I made one really bad choice this morning. I woke up with enough time to fully shower and get ready for the day, which I intended to do. But upon analyzing my hair situation and the fact that I had washed it Monday, I opted to try to stretch the hair til today, instead of re-washing it. You know how sometimes this works and sometimes by the time you are ready to leave the house you really regret your decision? Today the outcome is regret. Darn.

I also seem to have misplaced my favorite red watch. I'm 98% sure I left it in the testing center last night after taking my 5-hour tax test. When it's closing time, they shut off all the lights to try to get people to stop working and leave. Instead they caused me to forget my watch on the chair. I'm actually quite bitter about the whole situation.

I did get one really weird greeting today... At exactly noon I received a text message from dr@urdoc.us that read:

"Rachel, Happy Birthday from everyone at our office! We love having you as our patient. Kimball M. Crofts, MD."

Huh? I've never heard of a Dr. Crofts and I certainly don't have a relationship with a "Dr. Crofts" that would warrant a birthday text. I looked up the doctor's name online and it turns out he belongs to Aesthetica, Plastic Surgery and Medical Spa. What?? Who submitted my name to a plastic surgery clinic and what exactly are they suggesting? ;-)

It reminds me of a letter my mom got back when I was in middle school. It was an envelope that was (or looked) hand addressed to Dorothy. Inside was a folded up full-page newspaper ad for some weight-loss product. Hand written in the corner was "Dorothy, I saw this and thought you might be interested."

Crazy! After further investigation she confirmed it was, in fact, just a very clever advertisement. But I'm sure she spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out which friend was trying to send her a message.





In my next post, I'll tell you about my new birthday celebration idea which will involve 23 Spectacular Somethings and a whole month to get them all done.