Getting ready for the weekend

I'm waiting for my husband to get home from work. I really need to go buy shoes (to go with the dress that I bought that I'm wearing to my shower...)and have no choice but to buy them today. Unfortunately, I can't go until around 7 pm because we have no money in the bank and that's about the time our direct deposit shows up. I hate being so broke! I went to lunch today with some of the guys from work. We went to this Mexican restaurant that has a special on Mondays and Thursdays. Get this: $3.50 enchilada plate. Oh yes, and they're good! And it's full service place, so you get the whole deal with chips and salsa. I love good, cheap food. I was so broke though, that I literally paid with two ones, and a bunch of change. I didn't really care. I was damn hungry.

I have to buy the shoes today because we're going out of town to San Antonio and the plan is to leave very early. Also the shoes I want are at Urban Outfitters and there isn't one in San Antonio. Robert and I are both from San Antonio. Hence the love for the Spurs. Who are, by the way, playing the Detroit Pistons in game one of the NBA finals tonight. I will have to miss some of the game, unfortunately, because shoe shopping is very important. I will probably have to get some dinner after I find shoes because my unborn baby will need nourishment too.

I was really afraid that my mother-in-law had planned our shower on a night when a game was scheduled. If this happened, I guarantee there would have been a low turnout at the shower. Either that or the people at the shower would have insisted that we leave the TV on and would have ignored me. I can't compete with the Spurs when it comes to San Antonio people. Pregnant or otherwise.

I'm starting to feel guilty about leaving our cats for the long weekend. We're not coming back until Monday, and one of them -- our boy-- is very sensitive. Not kidding. He gets very emotional when we go out of town. Also since we just moved in about five weeks ago, I feel even extra guilty. He was very traumatized by the move.

So we're going to have to take our car on this trip instead of our jeep. Which sucks. The jeep is what had all those nasty problems. Well, get this, we picked it up on Monday from the jeep dealership who had been "working" on it for five days. They did absolutely nothing to the vehicle. They had it for five days and insisted that they could not duplicate the problem. So all those days without a second vehicle were for nothing. It really pissed me off. That and the service department was horrible at calling us back and letting us know any information. Anyway, we picked it up from the dealership because they couldn't find anything wrong with it, and as soon as Robert starts driving it it acts up again. Anyway, at least they didn't charge us the stupid diagnostic fee. I would have been in a rage if they had. But now we're stuck taking our car to San Antonio for the baby shower. How will we bring our baby loot back? One of my good friends from Houston is going and he actually said we could pack some stuff into his car if need be. Since he'll be coming back to Houston too. We may end up having to do that.

Baby's been moving a lot lately. She likes to hang out under my ribs on the right side of my body and do funky dances. It's really exciting to feel how much bigger the kicks have gotten. Robert gets really excited because he no longer has to ask, "was that one?" when he's feeling my belly. He can definitely feel 'em now. We've been reading her lots of stories. I wonder if she likes them. Hmmmm.