Birfday Smirfday

In North Carolina, people say "birfday" instead of "birthday". That has always drived me crazy.

Next month I will turn 24. I go to the computer and look at all the beautiful North Face jackets that cost way too much, or the 200+ dollar camera lenses that would be so awesome to have, or a good tripod for my camera....and make a mental list of what I want for my birthday.

And then my mother in law asks me what I want, and I can't think of anything. Why? I come to the conclusion that I have everything I need. I have an AMPLE amount of blankets for the cold, I have shoes and clothes spilling out of my closet, I have food in my fridge, and oscilliating fans for when my apartment gets too hot. I have some great friends here in Tulsa. I have tickets to go see Counting Crows next month, my favorite person April is moving to Alabama this week.........I have no complaints.

I guess I think this...why do we have to want stuff for our birthday? There is always going to be things I want, like that beautiful North Face Windwall 1 jacket, or the Canon 70mm-200mm lens....but if the money were in my hand, and I got to spend with it how I choose, i probably wouldn't buy either of those things. I'd probably stick it in the offering basket at church. Everytime money comes in my hands I want to give it away. Matt tells me there is a time to keep it to help with things, but I always hate that. I always want to give it back. I'm not saying this so that it looks like I am a person who gives all the time, or am trying brag...I'm just saying is all.

SO what do I want for my birthday? A job, that would be great. A nice evening spent with Matt. Some Vanilla Blue Belle's with Candy Corns and some Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese icing.






And that north face jacket.