A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer...

So part of my job is event planning, and the PR company I work for was in charge of a big event this last Saturday. Former First Lady Barbara Bush came to speak at a benefit lecture for MedAssist (a program that helps low income residents of Marion-Polk Counties get prescription drugs that they otherwise could not afford). Since Mrs. Bush is a community service front-runner, she came to talk about strengthening the community through the MedAssist program. Anyway...a bunch of Salem's "haves" came to the dinner ($125 per ticket!) and then made donations for the cause at the end. I was in charge of getting all of these rich, important people in to get their picture taken with Mrs. Bush before the lecture. It was pretty fun meeting all these people you see on the news like Senator Jackie Winters and Representative Kevin Cameron (Brianne's Dad!), and at the end, Mrs. Bush even asked me if I wanted to take a picture with her! I was surprised, and a little nervous, but the...

I can't remember a single birthday when it was so sunny outside, but isn't it great? What's even greater is that I am spending the majority of my sunny birthday sitting in my office at my desk looking out the window. While looking out the window has been a favorite past time at work, today is not so great because all I can think about is my new-found love for tennis and how great it was to have a birthday when you were little. It figures that my first sunny birthday comes on the first year that I have a full-time job that I can't get away from. Granted, I did get a catered birthday lunch, and I didn't have to have any ridiculous songs sung to me, and there were no candles on my blueberry buckle, but if I was still little, and it was sunny, I would be having a great time getting muddy somewhere, and not caring because it was my birthday and mom couldn't get mad. If I was little, I could wear my hightop LA Gears anywhere I went, instead of these uncomfortable dres...