Nothing to report

The funny thing about blogging is you feel like you have to write something everyday.  The truth is, my life is pretty ordinary most of the time.  I suppose most people have an ordinary life.  You have to have the ordinary to appreciate the extraordinary events, I suppose.  

Yesterday, I went to lunch with some friends from the old neighborhood.  We had all been friends at one time, but have kind of split.  I'm friends with all of them, but they aren't necessarily tight with one another anymore.

Two of the gals gave me my risque gift card for my birthday to the Blue Boutique.  I had never been there, so I figured it was pretty tame considering it is in Sugarhouse.  It was pretty tame until they took me to the "adult only" section.  I just about died!  I wanted to run from the building.  I got the "prude of the year" award.  I just can't get into that stuff.  It just doesn't seem right or natural.  Luckily, I have a husband that agrees.  I love my friends for giving me a gift, but it is not my style.  I did like the gift cards to Barnes and Noble however.  My fellow prudes hooked me up with those.

Paul and I managed to see the new Indiana Jones movie.  I liked it.  Paul said it was okay, but not great.  He's more of a movie buff then I am.

Tomorrow is Ryan's 7th birthday, so we are going to go out to lunch with the fam and maybe see the new Narnia movie.  We are also going to go to Paul's parents' graves.  I miss those two.  

Well, it is 10:23 and I have a baby that is not going to sleep.  She keeps throwing a fit at random.  Mommy needs her sleep Nattie and she is about to throw a fit, too.