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Haley and Mom's Night on the Town

Let's face it, we are all sick of this weather. I was enjoying another night in when a friend called and invited me out for bingo. Never have I played Bingo in such a setting and never have I driven Ian's big ol diesel truck without him. But I needed out so I decided to go for it.

I did enjoy driving the big ol truck. I kinda felt like I could roll over any car or pull down a house with a tow chain. These are just a few of the features that Ian highlighted when he tried to convince me the truck wasn't so much a want as a need. I think Haley enjoyed it too because she kicked the whole ride there.

Bingo was way cool. They played theme songs from tv shows and if you had it on your card you got to mark off your square....typical bingo fashion. We also played with 80's songs which who doesn't love music from the 80's and then finished up with band names. I enjoy playing while sipping on a diet coke. Now I am hopped up on caffine because I should be in bed sleeping but instead I am updating my blog.....from my cell phone. Which takes way more effort then the topic really deserves.

It was a good night to get out. And now I have the best of the 80's running through my head. It's a shame I only got to enjoy one year and three months of the 80's because it seems like it was good times back then....big hair...dirty dancing.....drinking age at 18.....the birth of Chipndale (sp?) dancers.......yes...good times indeed.

Well....I suppose that's all I have for tonight. Tomorrow is a busy day filled with paper work for substitute teaching...maybe some fun filled speedo yo..yo..yo....yoga....grocery shopping.....and the best of Thursday night TV with my hubby. It may not be the 80's..but it's all a good time for me. Friday we visit the doc to check up on the bun in the oven. Maybe break the news that I plan to do a drug free labor. Looking forward to his reaction to that....

Stay warm....and listen to some Eagles, Michael Jackson, White Snake....for old times sake.

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