Wow, I've been neglecting the blog. Which, when I look at that sentence brings to mind way too many jokes. Anyway, I haven't posted recently because of all the stuff that's been going on. Hmmm, where to begin... I guess Saturday since the last day I posted was Friday.
On Saturday we headed out to Mitch's parent's house. They live in the country on a farm. Sounds scenic. It is, and very distant from the bustle of city life in Pittsburgh. As soon as we pulled in the driveway my cell phone went, "Beep, no service," just as a cow mooed. I guess the cow isn't all that unusual since they live on a dairy farm. Anyway, upon arriving I headed up to the hay mow in the barn to play dek hockey. An allergist's worse nightmare. After an hour or so of this I was sufficiently winded...okay almost dead. We headed into the house for some food and then the football game started. I haven't played tackle football since...um...ever. Since Kate, the only girl, wasn't opting for the two-hand tab I figured I couldn't either. The first three plays involved my head. The first two my head bounced off the ground and in the third the ball bounced off my head, courtesy of Tom. After an hour or so of this form of torture we were ready to celebrate what we were all there for in the first place. Mitch has finally become a graduate of the University of Pittsburgh and had a birthday along the way. So after we ate cake and Mitch wore cake we settled down to a nice game of canasta and then headed home.

Sunday dawned and I wasn't dead so I got up and worked around the house in preparation for the guests coming to the house Monday night. After the majority of the day's activities were over, I settled down in my leather recliner to watch the Nascar race. The race was about half over and I was about half asleep when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and there were Joe and Dwight. Joe looked at Dwight and said, "See I told you." Apparently they knew that I would not only be home, but in the living room watching Nascar. I'm either that reliable or that predictable. We hung out and talked of all sorts of things and then later on played canasta. I learned one very important thing between the two evenings of card playing. "House rules mean the difference between winning and losing." However, I compensated and Joe and I made a huge comeback at the end of at least enough to support the ego.

Monday was Terri's birthday. We called off sick and spent the day tackling little projects around the house. I finished making the cake and mowing the lawn. I know, anyone who has seen either the lawn or my cakes know that those aren't little projects. However, they got done. Monday night we had people over for cake. Glen, Amy, Niki, Tony, Mitch, Kate, Tom, and Tiff. It was the first time Niki and Tony had seen their Christmas present from 2002, (don't ask). Niki was terrified. Something will have to be worked out I think. We also finally got to see the end of Porn 'n Chicken. Again, it's probably better if you don't ask. Oh, and Happy Birthday dear.

Tuesday rolled around and it was out sick again. We did absolutely nothing productive. I started re-reading the Stephen King book, "It." Tom had lent me the DVD and the commentary talked of several things that I didn't distinctly remember. So, I bumped a re-read past all of the novels that I actually haven't read yet. I guess I'm allowed to do that, it just seems bad in my mind. My library is overflowing with things that I want to read. And, I have several book lists that I'm attempting to work off of. However, I did read this once and it was a nice read so I think it'll go faster. The first time I read the book was for a 7th grade book report so it's been a good number of years. I had forgotten how quickly I could read if I just sat down and read instead of trying to fit it in amongst all of the other things going on in my life. Maybe writing would be the same way. One Day.

Now it's Wednesday and I'm back at work. Amidst all of the jokes that I had SARS was a pile of work that multiplied as the morning wore on. Apparently I'm the office bitch when it comes to the English language. Which, is midly ironic since I usually try to rebel against all of those wonderful grammer rules. Maybe I really am anal and everyone around me is right. Probably not.

All the hockey series stand at 2 to 1. Two of the four are even going my way.

I think that's all for today, at least for now.
Oh, and a very belated Happy 1st Birthday to Morgan Lee.