Illuminate the "NO" on the vacancy sign.

I feel as though I have been running for the last few weeks.  I feel like I haven't really had the chance to stop and breathe.  Don't get me wrong, I love being busy.  I love having something to do, somewhere to go, someone to see.  It's jut hard to do some of the writing I've wanted to do.  Especially when I have so much to say.

So I'm going to do a condensed "this is where I have been since my last post" entry.  Try to keep up.

The 3rd of March marked the one year anniversary since Aiden has seen his father.  I have written letters and emails and text messages to him that I have never sent, that I will never send.  I am not a violent person, but that man makes me want to break his face.

D and I took a weekend trip to Ft. Collins, Colorado the first of the month.  We went with no plans other than the hotel we were staying at, and the thought of sleeping in.  We bar hopped, partook in the local beer, ate at some wonderfully unique restaurants, and spent Saturday afternoon driving up into the mountains.  It was beautiful, and Ft. Collins is definitely a wonderful place. I would love to go back, do some outdoorsy stuff, climb and look at the stars.  We managed to sleep in until 8:30 our second day there.

I bought a car.  After getting back from our little trip I had taken a day off work, and finally made myself go out and look.  I found this wonderful little Mazda Protege 5.  It's cherry red, and totally me.  It's a 5 speed, and so much fun to drive.  I have already promised Aiden that it will be his in 8 years if it's still running.

Aiden took two weeks of diving (yes, like swimming) lessons.  He worked more on his approach and form than anything, but I have decided that this summer we are going to spend less time on the outdoor sports, and we're going to concentrate on his swimming.  He's not the most graceful thing outside of the water, but he is a fish when he's in it.  There is so much potential there, not to mention he loves it.

My sister came into town with her fiance J.  We all went out for St. Patrick's Day.  Tancy, Mike and I made T-shirts that said "Happy St. Patrick Swayze Day"  with a picture of Patrick Swayze on the front. Hilarity.  We all drank too much, but had so much fun.  The day after is always a rough one, but after a big breakfast with my family and some water, I was all good.

Things are good.  Things are REALLY good.  Other than the pimple on my chin, and the fact that the weight loss has been slower this month than I'd like, I am really enjoying my life.  If I can manage to lose two more pounds before the end of the month, expect some before and after photos of yours truly. :)