The year 1965

"I was born in the fifth month, on the twenty-fifth day, in 1965..."

My dad's favourite number is five and he really believes that number was meant for him. And hey, maybe it was. Five has always been my favourite number since I learned how to write it out, haha. But the main reason I chose this number as my favourite, is because it means "God's Grace." Isn't that just awesome?

Okay, I'm getting off the subject...

On May 25th, 1965, my dad was born. Tomorrow is his birthday and we kids have always planned on doing something "extra special." Last year, we came up with our own version of Fear Factor/Wipeout. I have most of it on video, but I have it stored somewhere on a disc and don't have enough time to go digging for it... It was so much fun... So THIS year, we're planning on doing a huge water balloon tournament. We'll be setting up several different stations of water balloon games, separating the family in to two or three teams.

My younger sister is making a pound cake, I'll be making molasses cookies (my dad practically BEGS me to make my molasses cookies-- it's hysterical!), and I'm not sure about my other two siblings... But knowing them and their creative little brains, they'll come up with something neat.

Anyways, I have to get ready to run some errands-- hopefully be back on the weekend with more pics!