The Square Root of 625

25. Two. Five. Quarter of a century. I'm a whiz at this life thing. First 25 years have been easy. Considering for 17 of those years I had doting parents looking after me. I suppose I've only been on my own for 8 years. And speaking for those 8 I think I've done pretty well. I was reminiscing as birthday-ees so often do about birthdays past. Last year I had a black toe from hiking Table Rock the day before. (This was pre-summit, pre-black toe... I had no idea what I was in for. And I was already sweating like a little piggy.)5 years ago I was in Germany. (I did date a fellow in Germany. This is not him. This is a driver.)7 years ago I celebrated it during my first semester of college. (Don't I look educated?)10 years ago I was about to start my sophomore year of high school. (Not taken in August... but I think taken around the same age???)

Eeeks! I'm glad I am where I am.
I had an awesome birthday. It started with my birthday kick-off last Saturday. I had a bb-cutie and invited some of my nearest and dearest. When we were growing up on or birthdays we could invite Grandma and one friend. This was really my first time branching out and invited more than one friend. I felt so loved. We had gourmet burgers made by my hunka-hunka-burning love, Kenner. We sang "Happy Birthday" lead by Kar and I blew out an imaginary candle. (We forgot to pack the candles.) Dylan set off little Alkaseltzer time bombs which I thought we very festive. Some of us played Bocce boys v. girls. Girls whipped them. I'm on a winning streak! The girls had a secret Bocce Victory Dance that I think played an intense role in our success. Bob/Dad embraced his childlike energy and spent time on the playground with the little tikes.
A good time was had by all. Monday night Ken said that Saturday was my birthday celebration so we probably wouldn't be doing a whole lot on Tuesday, my actual birthday.
Um....
Ah....
Sorry? Come again?
I already had my birthday?
Would it be too much to ask for you to even say, "Happy Birthday" tomorrow or did you already say it on Saturday?

He got the point. I worked until noon and then went to Rigby Lake with Kar, her mom, Lexi, and Kar's kids. That water was fa-rEEEzing! But, oh being in that sun. Love being in the sun. Kar will post some pics and then I can steal them and improve this post.
Ken made me strawberry French Toast per my request with Cool Whip... which is way better than whipped cream in my opinion. We took Rusty down to the canal and let him swim for a while and then we watched Australia. That movie is fantastic. I cried for like the last half hour at least. Very powerful. Highly recommend it.
It was a great birthday. Being 25 is fun! And birthday week is not over! Tomorrow we take off with Bob and Sheri down to Salt Lake. They are taking me on my first trip to Lagoon! I hope every day of 25 is this eventful. I hope. I hope. I hope.