Young lust, honey now ain't it a bitch?  Sometimes you gotta scratch that itch.  So what ya gonna do about it?

I'm going to see Aerosmith again this April and I really hope they do that song.  It's my favorite.  (Notice me trying to contain my excitement.) 

I have been neglecting my blog lately because I've had so many little things on the go that every time I sat down to write I would think "But what is there to write about?" 

I've been working on my secret-ish project.  Whether it succeeds or not, I've already made a nice chunk of change off it, so it hasn't been wasted time. 

I've also been attempting to re-organize my house when I'm not working on the project.  I'm fairly organized to begin with, but with the new influx of toys from Christmas it was driving me crazy not having anywhere to put them.  I finally broke down and bought some drawer/shelving units to put in the playroom, so now I just have to actually put stuff in them.

I spent all last Saturday at my brother's.  He wanted to stage a Christmas dinner do-over, since he and his wife and one of the kids were sick on Christmas Day.

Flashback: 

We all showed up at their place Christmas morning and my sister (in law) answered the door and told me they were all throwing up.  So I had my hand over my mouth and nose going around their house gathering up gifts.  Then the rest of us turned around and went back to mom and dad's (where we all immediately washed our hands thoroughly), so my brother and sister in law and their kids missed Christmas with us.  So we had a do-over last Saturday. 

We took the kids skating while I was there.  They live in a tiny little village of like two hundred people, and yet they have an indoor ice rink.  They leave the building open all day and evening so people can come and go as they please.

Then when we were done skating I realized I'd lost my keys.  Shit.  And my husband was at work an hour away.  I knew he'd be pissed for like a week if he had to come all the way out to give me keys.

My brother and I walked back and forth between the arena and the house looking for them, then our other brother also joined us in the search and we did the circuit twice with no luck.  And by that time I was starting to panic.

When my mom and dad got there my mom called roadside assistance and said she was with me and that I'd locked my keys in the van, so I could at least look and see if they were in there.  Sure enough, there they were on the passenger seat underneath some papers, thank goodness.  I must have set them there when I went to get my nephew my spare pair of gloves because he lost his.

So then we had our do-over dinner.  It almost wasn't, because just as we were setting the last of the food on the table my  two year old niece came dashing by, grabbed a corner of the tablecloth, and yanked.  Luckily the dishes were heavy enough that they only slid a little.

Afterward she got put in the bathtub.  I went in to check on her and caught her eating the bubbles from the bubblebath.  Ew.  Didn't seem to phase her either.  Little freak.

Then on Sunday I dodged volunteer casino duty.  The minor hockey commission has to do a volunteer shift at one of the local casinos every year and I got tricked into saying yes.  Which is a long story that I won't bother with except to say that I managed to get out of it.   It cost me a new CD/mp3 player for my husband's car, but it was worth it not to have to subject my headache and oncoming cold to eight hours in a loud, smoky casino. 

See, I should really make more individual short posts as opposed to waiting a week or two in between and making occasional long ones.