Gotta Getcha

Once again, I'm at a block. After playing and replaying, Whigfield's "Gotta Getcha" (don't worry if you've never heard of the song, it wasn't a big hit), I just can't sum up the motivation. Earlier today I thought about writing about the baby shower that I'm planning. I want it to go well for the guest of honour so of course, I'm a bundle of nerves.

The blessed event will be on Saturday. A lovely group of ladies (about 16) will be there to wish our good friend well in the arrival of her precious baby girl (expected to show her cute little face in March).

I've gone through an online Baby Shower Checklist. I have my RSVPs, I've ordered the cake, I just finishing wrapping the favours (thank you Whigfield and the David Rocco Dolce Vita CD for keeping me moving), I'm picking up food on Saturday morning (the lovely guests are also all bringing a dish), and really all that's left is some decorations (yes, I have streamers but I want those WELCOME TO THE BABY SHOWER signs, well, at least one sign). Balloons too. But I'm getting the decorations and balloons on Saturday. I'll have time. Don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking. ;)

I'm smiling again. The intended catharsis of blogging worked.

Any chance I'll go back to my project managment course today? The correct answer is...I really should.