It's Lincoln's 200th, but I'm not that old.
I won't insult you with a copy and paste (that would be wimpy, too), but I'll share the highlights and my reactions.
My virtual fortune cookies says, "Today is a lucky day for those who remain cheerful and optimistic." Okay, I'll try. It's tough to remain optimistic in the midst of creepy kids who keep trying to sneak out to their lockers to plan their next bully attack on the poor awkward and annoying kid who really doesn't know any better.
My birth tree is the Ash Tree. I've always loved the folk song The Ash Grove. Coincidental? Probably. It's a lovely melody.
My age (in dog years) is the equivalent of a dog that is 6.88688845401174 years old. By now, of course, a few of those decimal places have changed. How quickly we age!
I knew JFK, Jr. shared my birthday, but I didn't know that Donovan McNabb and Joe DiMggio did, too. Ricardo Montalban, too? May I live as long as he did, and maybe spend part of it on a fantastic tropical island!
I knew that I was born in the year of the Rat, but I didn't know that my Native American Zodiac sign is Owl and my plant is Mistletoe. Ironic: I'm more of a morning person than a night owl. Mistletoe? I do enjoy Christmas, especially the music. That's a better fit.
Lucky numbers are more complicated. I may need to do some research to find out just what each number means. My life path number is 7, my golden number is 4, and the epact number for my birth year is 2. Epact? I had to look this one up. In the definition link, epact is "the moon's age at the beginning of the calendar year, or the number of days by which the last new moon has preceded the beginning of the year. " Oh-kay. I think I can stop there.
All these numbers and signs mean very little without background, but it was fun to see "my" stats come rolling out of the birthday calculator. I wonder what Husband's report looks like? He's two weeks younger than I am. Stumble It!