What's the hold up?

So, yeah, I know. I'm a slacker. In many ways than one. I know that I was supposed to move out this weekend, but I guess that really didn't happen. Lack of packing tape I suppose. The folded up boxes are still in the back seat of my car, which by the way happen to smell a little like garbage. Ish. But a certain someone has been a little lazy and just won't take them out. AKA, me. I was going to do it last night, but Sweet Home Alabama was on and that is just the best movie ever made. Anywho, back to the moving scenario, I made an executive decision that I will try to move out next weekend. Reason being, I have some events coming up this week that require me to be on this side of the continent. One, being a gynie appointment (Whoo hoo). Two, being one of my closest friends Chelsey, will be graduating and I am playing host for her graduation party, which will take place at his house, or my house, or our house, or his house, but I'm living in it and having a party there. Yeah. Whatev. And three being... Skydiving!! Holy shit, I know I'm probably actually going to shit my pants for real. But it should be exciting. So, although the move didn't quite happen yet, I will still keep you posted about the happenings of the old life.

So a little about my weekend... Friday, I went to Firebird Raceway. Every Friday they have open drag races, so you can race your 92 Honda Civic with sweet neon lights and a body kit if you really wanted to. Which, when I raced mine ran 20sec in the quarter mile. No, really I did own a 92 Honda Civic, but never ran it at the track. I did on the other hand run my current vehicle a 02 VW Jetta. It did alright. Ran a 15.8 which isn't all that bad. Saturday, it was pretty quite. We went to Home Depot. Would have gone to Bed Bath and Beyond but we didn't have enough time! haha. No, actually I did 9 loads of laundry. So, if you do the math correctly, at about an hour in the dryer per load, yeah, that's 9 hours of laundry! So that pretty much sucked my day clean. Haha. Punny. Sunday, I went to the Dog Pound. It's always nice to go see all the crazy pit bulls that would bite your hand off in one swift move that say "Rabies Quarantine" on their kennels. But then you see that cute little fur ball laying, shivering, in the back of the cement kennel and your eyes start welling up. Boo. Tip of the day.. Don't ever go to the dog pound when you're PMSing. Bad idea. All you leave with is smeared mascara and the need to take all 150 dogs home with you. So you can mother them and love them forever and ever. In fact, that's how I got Petey. haha. Only he was in with the kitties because it was winter and he was this tiny black, shivering, excuse for a puppy. He looked a little like a tiny rat/mouse/bat. But we love him.

I will be making the post regarding the gynie probably on Wednesday since I know how exciting those little visits can be, so try not to get your panties in a bunch. Haha. Again, so punny.