Hi guys!

I had a good birthday this past Tuesday!  My sister Judy took me on a 
fast-food progress dinner, where you choose where you want to go for what 
food you want.  It was all done in the car, except Judy had to go to Fred 
Meyers, where she got a deep-fat-fried Mozzarella cheese stick for each of 
us.  i chose burger King for a Junior Whopper with cheese; then Burger 
Connection where her daughter Blanca used to work, for Tater Tots; then on 
to Dairy Queen for a cookie dough blizzard; and lastly, to MacDonald's for a 
diet Coke (or Pepsie, whatever they had).

I also got money and phone calls as gifts.  Even the lord may have given me 
a couple of small gifts!  As I relate the first thing that happened, please 
keep in mind that nobody at Daybreak even mentioned my birthday that day, 
although they do acknowledge the birthdays of other group members.  When I 
get to Daybreak in the morning, I eat a little breakfast.  Lately I had been 
eating pop tarts.  If I was given a choice between fruit or brown sugar 
cinnamon, I chose the sweet one.  Well, on the morning of my birthday, I was 
busy working with the bar code scanner that we now use to sign in.  Soon 
after I'd sat down at the kitchen table, they brought me a pop tart.  I 
suspected that I had them trained to the point of assuming what I want.  But 
this time, it was chocolate!  After I ate it, they asked me if I knew what 
kind it was.  They said, "But you like the brown sugar one, don't you?"  I 
told them yes, but that I like the chocolate kind better.  the cook said 
that she can buy the chocolate pop tarts from now on.

Another interesting thing that happened was that my sister Donna, who lives 
in virginia, was on the phone with Judy as she was picking me up, so I 
talked with Donna for awhile.  Judy doesn't even know why Donna called! 
Aint god good?  I'm 41 now, or shall I start regressing, at 39?

Sharon