It is precisely 9:26 on the morning of March 14, 2015, and even non-math nerds know what that means : **IT’S PI DAY**!

Pi, as described by the linked Wikipedia article is “*a mathematical constant, the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, commonly approximated as 3.14159. It has been represented by the Greek letter “π” since the mid-18th century, though it is also sometimes spelled out as “pi”* “

Going out two more places you get: 3.1415926.

As an aforementioned non-math nerd, I have never liked math, but I do like numbers. Not numerology nor do I have any real superstitions concerning numbers, but I like the numbers themselves.

In college when I was studying the teaching of math to elementary students, a basic course that I almost failed, I couldn’t (and still can’t) grasp why 2+2=4 and doesn’t equal 5. I know it’s true and if you put two objects and two objects together and count them, you get four, but in theoretical terms I don’t know why. And if I were being honest, I don’t care why. It just is, and that’s good enough for me.

Everyone *knows* why six is afraid of seven? (**SPOILERS**: because 789).

I can spell my name in numbers where each letter of the alphabet had a corresponding number:

11 1 18 5 14.

Or my web page: 7 18 9 6 6 9 14 19. 1 14 4 7 9 14 7 5 18. 19 14 1 16 19.

I did this all through high school to write in code, add my name (and others) on my calculator, add my name and my crush’s name together. Cute teenagery things that I’ll occasionally still do.

My birthday is Dec. 3rd, which is 123, and my oldest son’s is Mar 21st, which is 321. A close friend was born on 8/8/88, and my husband and his sister were born on 7/7 and 12/12, respectively.

I like sevens and threes and when I write numbered lists, they must end with a 3, 5, 7, 10, 15 or 20. It feels wrong otherwise.

I always eat M&M’s in fours. Mini Cadbury eggs too.

I tap my finger four times also, like the knocking in the Master’s head on Doctor Who. And the rum-ba-bum bum’s in the Little Drummer Boy.

When I was younger I used to watch Matlock. One of the clues in a murder was a VHS tape wound to 337 on the counter. It took the whole show to realize that when you looked at the counter upside down, from the victim’s perspective, it spelled LEE, the killer’s name. 337 became my favorite number. I would notice it on the clock randomly. My family would point it out to me. We live near a Rt. 337.

A couple of years ago, and about twenty years after the episode, I was writing in a day planner and I noticed the number 337 in tiny numbers in the upper right hand corner of the calendar box for Dec. 3rd. My birthday is the three hundred thirty-seventh day of the year. How ’bout that?!

337 is my birthday!

Numbers are cool. Math not so much.

I hate to post and run, but I have a berry pie waiting for me for breakfast!

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Obviously, this is dedicated to my friend, J.K. who is a math teacher extraordinaire and who likes math more than should be allowed but it fits her to a T… -square.