Birth Week

My mother is less than enthused that it has been almost 2 months with no new entries. That can somewhat be blamed on my boyfriend, whom I have been dating for almost 2 months. Not his fault at all, but I am sure you can see the time correlation.

So here is a post, during my birth week. That is how my sister likes to celebrate her birthdays, so I shall do the same. Dinner on Wednesday with my other sister, her boyfriend, a friend and my boyfriend. Lunch on Thursday with co-workers. Flying to Helena on Thursday to visit my sister and brother-in-law. And then celebrating my birthday with a play and dinner over the weekend, before heading back home on Sunday. Should be a great birth week. Too bad it started with a crabby day Monday. It can only get better when the week ends with my birthday on Saturday!

Hope this is good enough, Mom, because it's all I got:).

Comments

Anonymous said…
Mdoc will be happy!
Ddoc
3/04/2008 10:19 AM
Anonymous said…
Were looking forward to celebrating with you!!!

AJ
3/04/2008 11:39 AM
BDoc said…
I think it sucks frankly - I want substance CDOC! Emotions, feeling, dreams!
3/04/2008 12:17 PM
Anonymous said…
I am happy that you get to spend time with all your siblings this year. Happy Birthday!

Love MDoc
3/04/2008 7:14 PM
jdoc said…
I commented here the other day; I swear I did... Where did it go?
3/07/2008 11:24 AM
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