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Admittedly, today's entry is going to be random... I'm tired and giddy (It's FRIDAY!!!!) and ready to get the heck out of here!
I am really glad Kelly won last night, I can't STAND Jen-bot the fem-bot. She is very well spoken and calm in moments of pressure, but damn, she should be, she's a lawyer. Something about her just didn't sit right with me.
No huge plans for this coming weekend, it's going to be a busy one, yes... tonight we are going to a holiday party at my cousin's house. I'm looking forward to that, then tomorrow morning we will head out and go car shopping. We have to be at my mom's by 1:30 or so to do an early christmas get together with my aunt and cousins because they live a good hour and a half away... and no one wants to travel on Christmas day. We'll have dinner there, and then that night I'm not sure what we're doing yet. I wouldn't mind checking out local christmas lights. Sunday morning we are getting up bright and early and heading up north to spend the day car hunting. That evening we will meet up with Heather and Sean for dinner. Busy weekend!
1. Describe the condition of your keyboard:
About a year old, it's a dell keyboard, black in color and in good condition.
2. Can you sing, or are you always out of key?
I am horribly off key. Though that doesn't deter me from trying.
3. What keys do you carry with you?
Standard house, key, mailbox, storage etc. I even have a key to my mom's car and probably to Lori's old honda.
4. What is the key to personal happiness?
Probably peace of mind... taking things in one at a time and accepting things and people for what they are.
5. What gets you keyed up?
That ignorant weasely fucker who is in charge of our country.
First sign of trouble... a wooly mammoth with glowing eyes stares intently at you from atop your television.
Second sign of trouble, when said wooly mammoth won't move his fucking tail so you can watch Living single in peace.
Ben leads a double life as a contortionist when he's not begging to sit on your lap.