9:47 a.m. - 2009-05-01
Me and Kenny Rogers
I am no longer 30. 31 sounds significantly older for some reason.
Someone hit my car yesterday, while it was parked outside my building...actually Kevin's car. That someone works for the same agency I do. They did not leave a note, but being the sleuth I am, I figured out who it was. Heads will roll.
I am considering buying a dwarf Honeycrisp apple tree. I have not told my husband this.
I always forget people's birthdays and am always really surprised when people besides my parents and husband remember mine. Our cats even left me a nice note this morning, saying Happy Birthday and they wish they could do more, but they have no opposable thumbs.
Kevin is taking me on a mini Babymoon to a hotel for one overnight, dinner at this castle out in the boonies and then over to the new casino at the horsetrack. It's Kentucky Derby weekend. So it will be wild over there, I imagine. I have never bet on horses before. That might be fun. I have told a couple of people I'm doing this and one or two have responded with "Yeah, I'm not a big gambler" in this like, judgemental tone. I then like to take that implication one step further and assume that it means they think of me as a GAMBLER - haha! I think I have "gambled" 4 times in my life. And 99% of that has involved slots machines that only take nickels. When I "win" 20 nickles I react like I've hit the jack pot. I am probably very amusing to watch. And on the four occasions I have dabbled in this vice, I have walked away with more money than I started with because I am the most conversative player on the planet. I put five dollars into a nickel slot machine, I play until I am up to 10 dollars, then I take it all out, put 5 in my pocket, move to another machine and play until I have about 10 dollars, take it out, put 5 in my pocket...and so on. If I lose the 5 I'm playing with, I quit. So, if that's "gambling" I guess I'm a "gambler" You got to know when to hold 'em...know when to fold 'em...
2 months and 8 days of pregnancy left.
