Pelvic rest sucks

I got to go see Patrick yesterday. We had arranged the date forever ago, my furlough dates were usually Wednesdays.
Mom and I ate at Chesecake Factory with Patrick and Nicole. Yum, avocado eggrolls. I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat, so I got spaghetti arrabiata (only thing that sounded good) whatever came back wasn't arrabiata... it was tastless, just chunks of tomatoes and stuff. So I told her, I think they gave me the wrong thing, there's no spice, and she just offered me red chili pepper flakes. Whatever. So I didn't have much lunch.
I have been craving shopping at Old Navy. Mom tends to take us out shopping when with Pat- he got a sweater and a nice chirt from Express men- he has a second job interview, and they dress casual enough he was recommended to wear an open button down shirt with his suit. The green stripes rocked, the sales guy was good.
I took over old navy, and got a skirt and some looser shirts, and a dress. I am also now on a mad hunt for a rainbow-striped sundress, that no one had in stock. Bleah. But now I feel more prepared for this spring and summer, since my jeans keep falling down, and right ow I have a baby belly cause I'm bloated.

I'm excited, David's band and Rob Michaels are playing at Angels Friday night, Eric and I will be going out to see them play. Haven't been to Angels since I got my ass smacked, so I'll be on the defensive... bleah. And I can't go to too many gigs after a while, cause the loud noise could hurt the baby's developing ears, so I really wanted to catch this one.

I am crazy crushing on going to Disneyland or the beach... actually, both. Can't ride much at Disneyland, but I've ridden them all a million times, so it wont be a problem.