The weekend

So, Trev got stranded in Chicago, although I picked him up yesterday morning. We were supposed to go into Manhattan to see our friend Mary Ann for St Patricks Day but after all the snow it was a sea of water as people aren't so hot at clearing the pathways. Anyway, after my mammouth trip to the gym we decided to go and see our neighbours instead. Mary Ann was so happy by the time I called, that I didn't feel bad blowing her off - although I'm sure she'll be really mad at me.

So weekends are turning into a mammouth keep-fit time for me. Saturday I did a little cardio (10mins), then 60mins with Billy followed by 60 mins in the Pilates class. Sunday I do yoga for over an hour. I have to say I am hurting today, big time. it's good for me though, right?

We're still putting together the plans for Jamaica. Earlier in the week I was so excited, but then I kept reading about the island it sounds none too safe. That said, the even more I read my decision was reversed. I cannot possibly afford the bestest hotel in the world for everyone, so this seems to be as good as it'll get. Having our own villa should be fun, especially if the staff are nice. I think we'll go for it. Mum and Dad are coming to NY early so they can hang out here first so they should have fun too. Whooppee - another holiday - so much fun!

OK, I need to get some chores done....