Is it terrible that I am sitting in the computer lab during class blogging? I am currently experiencing one big miserable moment in time. I've caught up on my blog reading and facebook and email so I figured I might as well blog :)
A big shout out to my bestie Megan for wishing me a happy birthday on her blog. She forgot about my birthday until late Saturday night and tried to use the excuse that pregnancy makes her forgetful and I told her that she is only 8 weeks pregnant, that she can't be that forgetful yet! I love you Megs :)
My birthday weekend was very busy! Mom got here Friday morning and unpacked boxes while I was at work and I joined her after school. Saturday was spent unpacking, but we did take a break and run some errands in Little Rock. Saturday night we had dinner and yummy cake with the family. I bet you can't guess what we did Sunday?? Yep, moved and unpacked some more. This girl has tons of crap! Matt's parents did move two beds to the house and wanted to bring over the washer and dryer, but the connections aren't set up and the painters need to clean paint off the laundry room floor. I am beginning to think they are ready to get rid of us. If you have a bed and a washer and a dryer I suppose you can survive. Or at least be rested and clean. Today I had a funeral to attend so I spent the rest of the day working at the house some. I need my house to be organized and at this point it is far from it! Hopefully I can get the last things moved this week and we can start staying there this weekend.
Mom and Dad will be here again this weekend for....
opening day of deer season.
This day is a holiday in my household. Matt's primary goal this week is to get finished cutting beans and move the furniture in so he can deer hunt this weekend. It is a major obsession. I'm talking MAJOR. Stay tuned for pictures of Matt's "man cave" to get the full effect. I've begged and begged to go deer hunting, but every season the excuse always is "not until I get my first big buck" and then he gets it and never wants to take me because he just can't fathom the thought of having to "babysit" me while deer hunting. I told him I don't want babysitting. Just take me to a freaking deer stand and let me concentrate on killing my big buck! I think he's scared I'll interfere with his man time. Or maybe he's scared I'll kill a larger deer than him! Ok, that's a lie. I'm not a very good shot apparently. And I guess I see his point. It's like him wanting to always go shopping with me. Although every now and then would be nice :)