For some reason at 24 I just stopped counting how old I was and it defiantly wasn’t because my 24th year was a banner one, because it was far from banner,  but the number sure stuck with me. The best part about birthdays (for me anyway) is how many people actually acknowledge them and send Facebook messages and posts it actually makes my day more than presents, even though I did receive some very wonderful gifts 60 boxes of my favorite valentines candy, a new kitchen chicken to water my plants, and new sun glasses to replace the ones I swear I left in my moms car.

So cheers to 24 for the tenth time – I fear that I am going to have to move up a few numbers next year so people don’t get suspicious!

Love ~

The Jr Rodeo Mom