My phone only holds so many "extra" words in its predictive text memory bank. I refuse to start cutting out letters from my words or word from my vocabulary, though, so there is a constant battle raging between myself and a little pink thorn in my side called the Motorola L2.

Words I Tried to Type Today :: Suggested Word(s) from Phone:

• whore :: whose, winsf, wins3
• dork :: fork*, empl, ensl
• microeconomics :: microeammonias
• onomatopoeia :: monoctormeha, monoctormega
• Frodo :: Ermem

At least three of those words are used on a regular basis, so it boggles my mind that they keep getting knocked out of the dictionary. In fact, when I even think about sending a message, I should be presented with the option of just using one of these standards: 1) You are a whore. 2) Haha, you dork. 3) I love Frodo.

I guess this is yet another issue that I will need to address when I am queen.

*I finally gave up and just started calling people "forks." It's funny, and it has the added bonus of not bringing to mind the etymology of the word "dork." Plus, once I'm on the subject of silverware, I have the opportunity to talk about sporks, which is always great fun.

I have spent my entire day editing short autobiographies written by young moms. It is definitely unfair to assume that the poor writing is in any way related to their status as mothers . . . but life isn't fair. Therefore, I will now preposterously claim that giving birth leads to 1) children and 2) comma splices.

Today, I turn twenty-three years old. That might just be my second-favorite number, right behind sweet sixteen. Of course, I always associate twenty-three with Michael Jordan, so I've dubbed this entry and the next 365 days "the year of the basketball." Hopefully, that doesn't actually mean anything, as I haven't been within ten feet of a basketball since my days as a cheerleader.

Anyway, what's a good birthday without a good list? Not very good at all, precious. So here are twenty-three highlights from the last year as captured at Rachelskirts.com:

1. I became an old lady. »
2. I started working at my church. »
3. My mom and I started our "Friday night date" tradition, which entails eating Panera for dinner and watching either Gilmore Girls or What Not to Wear and scarfing down a pint of ice cream. »
4. I fell in love with Panera Kyle. »
5. I noticed that most of my personality was shaped by Calvin and Hobbes. (Note: This entry is by far the most popular thing ever posted on my site, due entirely to the fact that I mentioned Bill Watterson in the title. Notice that the last comment on there was by a lady who wanted me to give her and her son Bill Watterson's contact information. No way! I kidnapped him first!) »
6. I posted a really scary picture of my face, which later became the profile picture on this site. »
7. I was an extra for a commercial. »
8. I adopted a sock monkey. »
9. I went to therapy and hated it. »
10. I fell in love with Cute Tuesday Boy. »
11. You named my sock monkey Juan Pedro. »
12. I took my mom to see Wicked. »
13. My brother and I celebrated a "snow day" by making snow goons on the porch. »
14. I did not shave my legs for a month. »
15. I played N64 with Juan Pedro. »
16. I posted my first (and only, so far) video blog entry. »
17. I bought a bazillion books at the library, many of which you recommended. »
18. I shared with you just how awesome my dad can be. »
19. I saw Dave Brubeck in concert. »
20. You named my fish Timmy Venture. »
21. I started waking up at 5:30 a.m. just to catch the sunrise. »
22. I went on a crazy road trip to Milwaukee with my family, which I still haven't finished writing about. »
23. I realized that this "getting older" thing wasn't so bad after all. Not yet, anyway. »