I am bound and damn determined to write something for my birthday.

This has been quite a year...lots of things have changed, lots of things have happened in my life and the lives of those I love.

A year ago I was attempting to get the FBI off it's ass and read my fingerprints so I could have a teaching license and sub for cabell county.
Now I am a full time sub for a middle school choir.

A year ago I was a stay at home mom.

A year ago I was 40 lbs. heavier than I am today.

A year ago my cousin was single and thought her heart was in fine shape.

A year ago I missed my mom...that has not changed at all.

A year ago my mom's house had not yet sold, a year later and we are broke again.

A year ago wearing high heels for the amount of time I wore them last night would have rendered me unable to walk today.

A year ago I never got a second glance.

A year ago I had no idea how hard it can be to be a telemarketer.

A year ago I had no idea about a lot of things.

I am 29. The last year of my twenties. I remember my 20th birthday, eating in the Calamity Cafe with my family and friends. My mom, my grandma, both gone now, my friends scattered to the four winds, hell, even the Calamity closed. What would I tell that girl if I could talk to her? So many things.

Happy birthday to me,
and Uncle Steve,
and Dr. Mead.