Wednesday, February 10, 2010

What a difference a year makes- Or, it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to

It's my birthday, and I am 24. This time last year, I blogged here about my Mom and my Nan and some of the odds that were stacked against me as a tiny kid who, thankfully, did not become a RADish kid, but could have.

Of course, to find this post, I scrolled back through my blog- WHAT a year it's been, from vacations and build a bears to failures and divorces and a new apartment. Sobering.

But this wasn't meant to be a downer post, I'm just... thinking. But the past year has brought joys too- Lady and I are living together. Mackers is here with us, and wanted, and growing like *crazy* (Big snip next week, don't tell him) There's just something about birthdays, I guess, that makes you look behind you and ahead of you.


Corey said...

I'm glad you were with your mom, even if she was just a kid.. and I'm glad she had HER mom behind her, tough as nails, it sounds like.

Seems like that got passed down, too. ;-)

I don't know if "what doesn't kill you makes you STRONGER", per se.. but it makes you who you are. (Of course there are still lots of things that make me say *&$^#, I'm glad THAT'S over... )

Happy birthday, chicky!

Tudu said...

Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!! Happy Birthday dear Ashley. Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!! Trust me singing it to yourself is much better than hearing me do it.

Dia por Dia said...

Oh Happy Happy Birthday to you! I gave you an award on my blog! Come get it!

Kelly said...

Hey Ashley
Please send me an email and tell me about yourself and I will be glad to invite you to my blog.
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