March 1

I've made a conscience effort to donate more money to charity this year, I found a couple of reputable charities online, ASPCA & Action against Hunger.  There's also Save Darfur, which is just as important.  It's times like this that I wish I made more money.  It's not like I'm giving a lot of money, and I feel guilty for subscribing to cable, that's another $40 a month I could be donating. 

My procedure to remove the redness from my chin went well, it's healing.  I think the redness will be gone completely in another week.  My birthday also went well, my uncle took me out to dinner and then surprised me with a trip to the tattoo parlor.  Kenny hates tattoos, but he knows this is something I've been wanting for a long time, so he got thru it.  I got my Grandmother's initials on my right calf in black letters.  It looks great, I know she would have liked it.  She loved calligraphy and writing names in fancy script on paper, she could fill an entire notebook that way.  Nowhere near as painful as I was expecting, donating blood is more painful.  The artist told me I picked a good spot, fleshy muscle and not close to a bone like the tramp stamp would have been.