So this weekend was pretty godd. I hung out with my sister on Friday night and did a whole lot of nothing. On Saturday I went to the St. Patricks Day parade with my parents, sister and her kids and my boy. It was fun, but I got sun burnt pretty bad. That night I went out with my sister, some cousins, and some friends. We went to a couple of the bars downtown and made it to a night club before we left and went to IHOP. I had fun, but bars are not my forte. I would rather hang out with friends watching a movie or playing games and laughing until I pee my pants. I still had fun though. Just not something I would do every weekend. Plus I am not a drinker. I did have a few drinks, and my cousins wanted to get me drunk, but I didn't get drunk. (Good for me!!!)

Sunday, I got up and went to church and saw some of my friends. There is one particular friend that I have that I always enjoy seeing and it was nice to talk. Then I had lunch with my family and my sister and I took our boys swimming at the YMCA. That was alot of fun.

On Saturday, my husband moved some of my things into my new house for me. That was weird that he was there when I wasn't, but at least he moved some stuff for me. So I had to get my keys from him last night. He met me at my sisters house and then ended up spending the rest of the evening with us. We ordered pizzas and a movie and it was a nice time. I could tell (and so could my sister) that he is really lonely and he wanted to stay. He worked on his computer while he was there, but at least he was there. I am glad that he stayed. I hope that he can see that I really do want him to heal and I love him enough to let him go. Maybe then he will stop thinking that I was only out to get him. And maybe he can finally see that I really love him and want him to come back.