It's September 13th!

Isn't it amazing how just 27 years ago, today the world began? The sun rose for the very first time. A chicken laid an egg or an egg hatched a chicken, still not sure about that one and one little girl was born.

You don't remember that from science class?

You must have been absent that day.



No, but seriously 27 years ago my beautiful Madre gave birth to me.

And this princess was born.

No, seriously my name means princess.

Haven't you noticed how my name doesn't have an e on the end? There's a story behind that. You want to hear it, don't you? Don't lie, I know that you do.

When I was born my Madre and Padre decided on Deborah. They filled out the paperwork and sent it down to the birth certificate lady. News of my birth and name made it's way around the family. Finally it got to my great, great aunt. She was a Catholic nun. A devout Catholic nun. She wore her habit everyday from the day she became a nun at the age of 17, to the day she passed at 100 years old. Apparently after hearing my name she looked it up in the bible. Turns out Deborah is a servant, but the way I spell my real name is a princess. This got back to my Madre who proceeded to have my name officially changed on the birth certificate. Her daughter would not be a servant. And believe me I'm not.

So, I'm not being conceded. I'm a princess. It's written in the bible.