Bits and Bobs of a boring week.

Greetings gang. Not much to report in on. It's been a bit of a boring week. Didn't do anything last weekend but read, work out a bit in the dungeon (otherwise known as the basement) and got in a bit of writing. Work is starting to pick up again and will soon be going to 7 days a week open in April. Once again I've found myself dusting anything that stands still for more than 5 seconds. Nat was sick earlier in the week, a little present she picked up from her boyfriend Jay. Ain't he sweet to share? :-) Mom's been doing okay. Had some blood work done and is a bit tired, but not as dizzy now. Finger's crossed.

The monthly book club meeting took place yesterday. It was a 4-3 thumbs down on "Bubbles Unbound", then we snacked on crustless sandwiches (which Erin has vowed never to make again) and some other tasty treats. While doing our nails (with Mike just watching and occasionally providing polish remover for Erin) we watched the South Park episode with the death of Chef. Damn, those boys are bitter... but it was funny as hell! I returned home and checked my email to find pictures of Shelby and Bonnie's son in my inbox. I can't believe he's going to be 1 in May. Times flies.

Probably will be staying in this weekend as well as I've had to pull the purse strings tightly the past 2 weeks, but I'll be checking out my uncle's play on Sunday... cause it's free :-) I sent in my last hospital payment (Thank You God!) and a student loan payment. Then it's a new fun filled week of work and doctor's appointments! Yeah! I desperately need new glasses. I'm squinting all the time now. And then it's off to the dreaded doctor.... The OB/GYN. Dun dun DAH! (creepy music sting here). It's a little weird. My mom talked me into going to hers (and he's also my aunt's), but if that isn't creepy enough... he's also the guy who delivered me. I just hope I don't throw up on him. I'm a bit nervous. I'm also asking for birth control to level me out. I'm tired of this "Damn it, I just had it 2 weeks ago" then to "God, it's been 6 weeks. Come on already!"

Enough of my blathering. Go out and play! Or get drunk... or do both. Just be sure to take pictures :-)