Astrology, has never been my thing. Frankly, I can look at the description of every sign on the zodiac and find some way to connect with the prediction. Aries' have determination and competitive inclinations? Yep, that's me, as witnessed by anyone who's ever sat next to me while I was playing a game of spades. Taurus' are dependable yet stubborn? Check. Check. Scorpios are passionate and resourceful; Capricorns are responsible and traditional, as am I... I could go on and on, and on, so I take every horoscope reading with a super huge grain of sea salt.

On the other hand, I'm a sucker for personality tests. The fact that certain studies can analyze a set of specific answers and assume to know intricate details about how I'm wired is impressive, especially when it's spot on. Awhile back, I took this test based on a "typological approach to personality." 72 answers later I was reading things about myself that I didn't even realize were true. I've taken the test multiple times, and I still end up with the same result: INFJ - Introvert, iNtuitive, Feeling & Judging.

I started making St. Patrick's Day plans over a week ago, and slowly but surely, those plans began to crumble. Then late Thursday night, a friend I hadn't seen in a while [pictured above in the Green Bay Packers cap] sent me a text saying "Savannah for St. Paddy's."

To which I replied: "Let's go."

Recently I did that thing people do where they pick a mountain and make their way to the top. Except when I did it, it didn't look as effortlessly easy as everyone else makes it seem, even when there's a steady and well-tracked trail to help me along. If I'm ever thinking I'm in okay shape, I'll just try climbing a mountain to make sure. Mountains tell me the truth, and the truth hit me hard that fine, sunny day.

Scoutmob & Foursquare are my go-to apps for finding new places to eat around town. Foursquare suggested Grindhouse Killer Burgers this past weekend, so I said hey, what a wonderful kind of day... to try a new burger place.

I did some catching up with my father's side of the family this weekend. Most of us managed to get together, on time, for my great aunt's surprise birthday party. The look on her face when she realized we were all there to celebrate her life made me all warm and fuzzy inside, but it also reminded me why I hate surprises. Everyone had their phone in her face, snapping pictures, taking video clips of the moment and reminding me that today's technology can be both a blessing and a curse. 
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