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I turned 28 about a week and a half ago and promised myself I would start some sort of journal to chronicle this year of my life. There is not anything especially significant about my 28th year, but I do have some pretty significant memory loss and don't want to forget whatever happens to me this year (whatever that may be). Being the procrastinator that I am, I couldn't start immediately - it would be against my nature. For those that know me, you may actually think that I got a pretty early start considering how late I often wait to start things, but don't fret. I haven' t changed too much. Journaling/blogging/diary keeping (whatever my form of self-reflection and memory-keeping was to be) was actually my New Year's resolution that never came to fruition. Anyway, I digress...here goes with the journal keeping....
April 11, 2009
I was awakened from my deep sleep in my Daddy's recliner by the heavy weight of a box of cowboy boots being thrown on my chest. That's right folks...Shabunta got some kicker boots for her b-day! I'm not a cowgirl by any means (maybe a farm girl sometimes) but I love cowboy boots and so was excited that Mama got me some for my birthday. I had a really great day. I went fishing with my Daddy and my sis, Dacey. We didn't catch anything worth keeping, but it was worth it to get to spend time with Daddy and Dacey (Mama was exchanging my boots because my big ol' foot wouldn't fit in the original pair.) Instead of birthday cake, I had my usual birthday pie (delicious chocolate pie made by Dacey.) When we got in from fishing, Dacey grilled and Mama, Daddy, Dacey, and I hung out together and watched NCIS. Later that night, I got the sweetest "Happy Birthday" song from the Edmonson kids. What a wonderful birthday!
I've got pics that I'll post as soon as I figure out how. :)

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