"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts." (Sign hanging in Einstein's office at Princeton)
this is for my family, friends, children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren, so that they might know me better, I hope to inspire and help them live their lives. Also, this is for me to reflect, give outlet, to dream, to check in, make change and live true to myself.
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Today is my birthday, I am old enough to have only one friggin candle on the cake otherwise the fire department's involved. I had a Judy-day...friends and family made me feel like a princess. It included skiing with Mary and Tom, lunch date, bluebird sky, flowers, cake and ice cream, cards, a sweet hand made tee shirt, a new dale of norway hand knit sweater, loads birthday wishes, a long soak in the tub, dinner made for me, it was nice. Now it is time to go to bed, and dream a Judy dream and rest up for a day of skiing, and laughing, and remembering that I am blessed and these are some of my sweetest blessings.
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