THE PRINCESS AND THE PEA

Yesterday afternoon, I needed to run to the bank, to cash a check. If you must know, it was one of those speractic Child Support checks. Anyway, on the way there, I noticed that, the Sleep Gallery, was going out of business. Something then clicked in my brain. I was going to buy a new bed in a couple of weeks anyway. Why not save myself a boat load of money, and not have to go very far as well. Not being there very long, the salesmen and I found, what I was looking for. He said that, this is a "today only deal." That's just so you will buy their merchandise, right then and there.

I called my husband to make sure that it was ok. He didn't have a problem with it. That was all the less that, he had to deal with. Besides, my taste does not stink. Then, I ran by my parents house to borrow the cash, for a week or so. My Dad escorted me back there. He said that, they will need to see my ID, before they accept the check. Do you know that, they didn't even ask for it. Probably because, both he and my Mom, had been in there earlier that day. I took my Dad back to their house, and visited for a little while.

I drove home, then enlisted the help of my next door neighbors son, to help me dismantle our old bed. It's a good thing that, I did that when I did. By they time they got here, I had only minutes to spare, when they arrived. I made their job easy for them. They had no bed for them to take down, and a clean floor as well. You do know that, you can't put up new furniture, without running the vaccume first. That's just gross otherwise. Here is the deal, that I got on my new bed. I purchased a queen size, memory foam matress and bed. I'm talking about both the head and foot board, and rails. The deal that we agree on was, an even $ 1000.00.

I know that, this sounds pricey. However, the bed is a black cherry, oak, sleigh bed. It is so beautiful. I've never had such a fancy bed, in all of my life. Its about time that I did. After all, I am 36 years old. As for last nights rest. Honestly, I didn't get a good nights sleep. It will be quite so time, before we get use to the new matress. This happen with our old pillow top matress. We went from a water bed, to the pillow top. Our middle son, now has our old bed. He slept very well he said. Although, if we don't get use to the new matress, we're going to trade him back. You know, the new one for the old one. Ya'll sleep well!

NO COOPERATION

As you may have read, I'm working on my Family Tree. However, there are only two of my family members, who wish to participate completely. I'm talking about, such things as names and dates. I honestly don't understand what the problem is. I'm not asking for, your eye color, when you had your last period, or what your shoe size is. I have yet to understand, what people are hiding. Don't they realize that, they are making my job more difficult? I could care less if, you were married once before. I don't even care if, your kids were born out of wedlock. These seems to be the issues that, I'm up against.

As a matter of fact, I too was married once before. This was to my son's Father. He is fully aware of this, and it's not even a problem for him. I have even asked my former husband yesterday if, he would help me complie this Family Tree. He graciously accepted to help me. His new wife, even offered to help me. Even they understand that, they are all a part of my son's family history. Like I've said before, I supoose that, you should just remain seated. Otherwise, those skeletons may fly out of your behind. Thanks a lot ya'll.

MY BRANCHES

Yesterday, I was so busy doing my Family Tree. So busy that, I didn't even get to my Blog. Not that it's a crime or anything. Not that, the world was going to stop, if I didn't. I see that, you all managed fine without me. Although, I am making huge headway on my Family Tree. I have a lot of resources at my disposal. The most precious is, my Aunt. She and her old family Bible, helped tremendously. I just cross referenced what she told me with, what was on the web. Old school, and new school if you will. I am finding that, nothing is better then word of mouth.

I plan on calling my Great Aunt today. She too is a very valued source. One of the only surviving members of, my Dad's side of the family. Even if, my Grandmother was still alive, I probably wouldn't bother her. She was a tight liped, untrustworthy source. The kind where, you never knew, or could trust the truth. Then again, I never really knew her in the first place. She had better things to do then, get to know my brother and I. That's funny, she had better things to do then, raise my dad as well. She left that to, my Great Grandmother. Thank God for her. My search is still on ya'll.

PARTY HARDY

Earlier last week, our dear friend asked out, to have drinks. We hadn't been out in ages, so it sounded like a good time. This turned out to be true. We drank entirely too much, danced, talked, and laughed. All of which, is good for the soul every once in a while. I will say that, I understand why, we don't go out partying much anymore. We're just simply geting too old. Normally, on the weekends, we're in bed by no later then 11:00 P.M. Instead, we got to bed about 3:00 A.M. Yes, we closed the bar down, then got a quick snack at Taco Bell. All of which, insn't good for the aging body.

However, alot of our frinds were there. My brother even came along for the fun. He doesn't go out much either anymore. He's more of a hermit these days. My very best friend, just happened to be thre for a Bachelorett party. Actually, it wasn't a coinsidence. She suggested that, they go to this same bar. That way we could party together. Although, we didn't even see them, until much later in the evening. By the time we ran across them, we were all feeling pretty good. One of our very buest guys freinds was thre as well. That's no suprise actually, he's always there. He's a 40 year old bar fly.

My two very best girl friends were there. So you know that, I had a good time. My brother actually almost crapped himself, when one of them showed up. He dated one them briefly last Sping. I didn't tell him that, she was coming for a reason. I just knew that, he wouldn' have gone, if he knew that she was going to be there too. He informed her over the phone later that, he really would have gone. He claimed that, it wouldn't have mattered to him. I know him better then that. He would have stayed home. Although, she was only thre half of the time. She and her room mate stopped by, after her bar closed down.

I have found that, the following day. You're body is pretty much remdered usless, after a long evening of partying. You end up dehydrated, tired, hungry, have a headache, and have a hard time in the bathroom. But gee, didn't you have good time putiing yourself in that situation? I checked on everyone yesterday morning. All were fine, and accounted for. There is even some new gossip, regarding my Brother and my friend, his former girlfriend. We'll just have to wait and see, what the Summer has in store. Ya'll party safe this Summer.

MY FAMILY PLOTS

A few days ago, I requested a piture be taken of, my familys grave site in Virgina. Did you know that, there are actually volunters, that do this for a hobby? They exist in most states. If you're intersted, you'll find this to be true. The nice part is, they ask nothing of you in return. Again, they enjoy genealogy, and don't mind helping out fellow searchers. A very nice man, by the name of Garry assisted me in my endeavor. I think that, I first spoke to him via E-Mail on Tuesday. By yesterday evening, he had already gone to my family's cemetery, and taken the pictures.

He had taken 15 in total. I had no idea that, most all of my relatives were buried there together. I asked to repay him in some way. He said that, he was glad to do so, and that I didn't owe him a thing. Again, he said that this was a hobby of his. He also told me that, the Cemetery was only less then two miles away from his house. I'm considering doing the same, for people's family, who are buried near me. My husband will probably go off of the deep end on this. However, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. We actually only have one tiny Cemetery in our small town. There is also just one samll Cemtery, one town over.

I'm guess that, I'll just "pay it forward" for someone else. Again, there isn't enough good in the world. Genealogy, is becoming more popular each day. I guess that, people are becoming more interested in their family history. My family historys, are actually kind of tainted. Meaning that, secrets exist almost everywhere. The secrets are as follows. Both my brother and I are adopted, from different familys. My Dad, actually never knew who his Dad was. My first husband's Mom, has a different Father then the rest of the children.

Lastly, my current husband's Mother was, strangeled to death in Massachusetts at the age of 30. They never found out who was responsible. This is why, I can find a mystery at every trun, in my family. I have my own personal mysterys to solve, if I want to. Like I've said before, I'm sort of afraid of, what I'll find. My advice is, stay seated if, you don't want skeletons to "fly out of your behind." Happy searching ya'll!

I DREAM OF WHAT?

I have yet to fully understand, the true reason of why, we dream what we do. Although, I think that, I've partially figured it out. It has alot to do with, what we've seen, or expeience during the day. Last night, was really confusing. I won't go into detail about it. However, it had to do with characters that, I had seen on TV during the course of the day. Why do we, or I, incorporate these characters into our dreams? Maybe it's that, we would like to identify with them on some level. Possibly because, our personal lives are that boaring.

I actually think that, It's the Television shows that I watch. Why these people, end up in my dreams is a mystery. I actually agree that; the subconscious is in almost total charge when we are dreaming. In life, we would never do the things, that we do in our dreams. It's kind of a reprieve, from the daily ho-hum. You get a free pass to do other things, and be someone else. Not another person, just another kind of person.

I seem to be, alot less responsible. Actually, alot less, is putting it mildly. I'm actually, too care free. That's all that, I'm going to say about that. I wouldn't want to completely embarrass myself. Again, I suppose that, dreaming isn't all that bad. It must be healthy on some level. I think that, it's probably some form of therapy. If that's the case, then I owe myself alot of money. I dream nearly every night. However, my "alter" if you will, seems to be a naughty person, when I'm asleep. It's still, so confusing. Ya'll dream well.

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

Today, I was watching the usual morning TV. Appearently Tom Cruise And Katie Holms had their baby. They named her Suri, it means Rose. So why didn't they just name her Rose? Yesterday, I was online doing some family history, surname research. In this life time, I've had several first and surnames. My birth name, which I have no idea what that is. They called me Julie, at the Foster home. My first and middle name that, my adoptive parents gave me.
I have the last name, from my first marriage. I also now have, my last name from my current, marriage. Then, I also have the my nick name, which I go by.

It is no wonder that, I have been in an idenity crisis all of my life. An identity complex, if you will. I guess that, I never knew who I was in the beginning. However, I have paved the road of, who I am suposed to be. I didn't chose my adoptive paretns, they chose me. However, I did chose both my first and current husbands. Therefor, I did chose those last names. I read somewhere that, with every last name change, you too change. I read that in a numereology book. They were speaking in terms of women, when they get married.

I suppose that, there is some truth to that as well. You are nolonger the person that you once were. Evidentally, you're energy changes too. I guess that, I'll go along with that. You change, and you're energy changes. For future refernce, don't name you're kids something dorky. They are the ones who have to, put up with the teasing for the rest of their lives. I have so hated my full first name all of my life. In response to this, my son has only one name. This is so, no one can get under his skin, by calling him by his entire full name. Pretty smart don't you think? Catch Ya'll later.

THE BOAT JONES

Summer is finally upon us. It is that time of year again. Time to get our boat dewinterized. In fact, I need to make an appintment for this week. My husband said that, thursday would be best, since it's his day off. It's actually been unusually warm here, for the past week. If, it hadn't been a holiday last weekend, we would have already hit the lake. I don't forsee us going this weekend though. The temperatures for the next week or so, is going to be much cooler. Perhaps we will go the following week. Never-the-less, I do this every year.

I can't seem to wait to get out there. However, in a month or so, I'll be sick of cleaning the boat. Including, all that goes with it. Like buying "lake food" and getting ready. It's like getting ready for a mini vacation every weekend. There's making sure that, there is enough food, having all of the chairs, and making sure that all of the swim gear is in tow. If... we temporarily lose our minds, and decide to take all three dogs. Well, that's another story. I don't actually see that happening.

Our Bulldog can't swim. Our puppy, would have to be watched like a hawk. Lastly, the older puppy would be like taking Marmaduke. Three kids, and three dogs, would be entirely too much to handle. Although, we did take Marmaduke and his brother, last summer when they were puppys. Not this year though. This year, they weigh 80 pounds, instead of 20. In retrospect, we will have another fun summer. Ya'll have fun too.

TAKE ME OUT...

Yesterday evening, I had the opportunity to go to my husband's softball games. As usual, eveyone had missed me, and was glad to see me. There were hugs all around when I got there. My secret plan worked. My husband had no idea that, I was going to be there. Number two son, had no school today, and stayed with Granny and Poppa last night. He get's very bored watching my husband's games. Sometimes there are kids there, and sometimes not. Anyway, you should have seen my husband's face, when I parked next to him in the parking lot.

He was just getting ready to go inside the ball park, when I pulled up. He leaned down, to make sure that it was me. Then, he got the biggest smile on his face. He said over and over, "what a nice surprise." I said, "either you were actually glad that I'm here;" "or you were caught off guard, because you were doing something wrong." I was just joking about that naturally. So, I was handed the score book. That's my job, when Angela isn't there. She is, our team mates wife. She had an MRI, scheduled for late yesterday evening.

Never-the-less, they won both games. That's pretty good for, a bunch of old men. When now have one guy, in his twentys. He is, the baby of the team. The actual age ramge on our team goes from twenty something, all the way up to early fiftys. Quite a big age gap. However, they always have fun, and it works. I'm sure that, the team will fold, when the olders guys decide to quit. My husband refuses to play with anyone else.

However, it will be time for him to stop playing as well. After all, he will be 40 in September. My Dad, stoped playing softball at the age of 35. That probably has something to do with the fact that, I was born then too. Having said that, they will just keep playing, as long as their bodys let him. Ya'll go out to the ball game to this weekend.

MICKY'S KIDS

Yesterday, I was given the opportunity of babysitting the kids, of a longtime friend of mine. I will say that, I felt a little overwhelmed, at the thought of taking care of three children that I had never met. I considered the possibility that, they would make me crazy, while tearing my house down. On the contrary, they did no such thing. I should have known that, my friends firm parenting, would play a part in their behavior. I say only a part because, they live with their Mother and Step-Father.

I too, am a member of the "you can only do so much club." Meaning that, it's easier tp parent kids, while they are with you. I go through this with my Step-Son's. I try and supersede, the poor parenting and bahavior, while they are visiting us. This is in hopes that, some of it "will stick." That's not saying that, they will remember any of this, when they are away from you. We personally, just have the problem of, unfirm parenting. This is in regards to both, my former husband and my step-Son's Mother.

I think that, they are both ruled by the parenting philosophy of, "just fly by the seat of your pants." In other words, let them go, and hope for the best. This does not work for me. I have to be plugged in. The world is nolonger simple. It is also not the same place it was, thirty some-odd years ago. We have much more to worry about, in raising our children. However, my friend, has done a fine job with his three kids. They are no more crazy, then my own three kids. I'm glad that, he felt that I could handle them. Ya'll take it easy.

A LIFE TIME AGO

I was watching the Today show this morning. As usual, they give today's date. For a moment, I was wondering what, was so familar about the date. Then I realized that, it was my wedding anniversary to my former husband. Not that I wish things would have been differnt. I am actually so thankful that, I got out of that situation when I did. At this point, we have been divorced longer then, we were married. I refer to my son's dad as, that guy who I was married to for about five minutes.

In all actuality, I have been married to my second husband, for A little longer then first husband. My first husband and I, were only married for six years. My second husband and I, were married for six years this past Novemeber. However, we have been together for over seven years. I'm not saying that, one has been entirely easier then the other. Although, this second married seems to be getting easier, the longer that, we are married.

The failure of my first marriage, had many contributing factors. Number one, our young age at the time that we were married. Number two, A child that, my husband was not ready to have. Number three, our finances, were always a mess. Number four, the inability not to get along. I'd go into that further, but I chose not to today. It's all so depressing. The mind has it's own defense mechanisms. One in particular is, the ability to forget tramatic events. Possibly, a little forgivness as well.

I'll admitt that, I nolonger feel the need to be bitter about the whole situation. Why should I care about him, or what happened in the past? I honestly don't care. I just do my best to get along with the guy, for our son's sake. Besides, I'm an adult now, and I don't care. I just have the satisfaction of knowing that, my husband now, has helped me raise my son, longer then his own father did. No that, my former husband isn't part of his life. Not just a big part. The "at home" part, and the "90 percent" part. The part where, he's with us, more then he is with his father.

I just keep in mind that, my husband and I, play a bigger role in his upbringing then his father. Atleast, I have a little peace of mind knowing that. Yet I digress. If you were wondering how long ago, all of this occurred, it was April 11, 1992. Fourteen years, is a life time ago. The last seven have been the very best. The ones that I've spent with my husband. We still have our ups and downs. Although, more ups then downs. That's they way it should be. Ya'll take it easy. Just be thankful for the past, and what it's taught you.

ALL SHOOK UP

My neighbors, The Shooks, lost a loved one this past weekend. Mr. Shook's dad died Thurday evening. He was only 66 years old. However, Mr. Shooks father, had been suffering from cancer. At his last Doctors visit about six weeks ago, they had only given him about two months to live. Unfortunatly, this came a little sooner then expented. No matter how expected death is, it always seems to come as a shock. Death seems to work that way. You know that it's coming, but is still a surprise.

At my last count, there has been many deaths since last November. Both Maverick and Sue died in November. Glen and Rick died in February. Only Leo died in March. Lastly, Mr. Shook died in April. I have yet to figure out, what is is going on. Perhaps it's just coinsidence, that we know all of these people. Personally, I never met Rick nor Mr. Shook. Although, my husband worked with Rick, and Mr. Shook was the father of our neighbor. However, since we are a close neighborhood, it effects us all.

I actaully don't have much to say, on the subject of death today. It just simply seems to happen. The older I get, the more accepting of it I become. So... ya'll try not to get "knocked off" today!

BIKER BOY

Just a short while ago, my husband left out, for an afternoon on the Motorcycle. Have fun freezing your behind off on the interstate. Not to mention, against the wind. He said that, they will be back around 4:00 P.M. The reason that, I don't go is because, he refuses to buy me a back rest. Therefore, I have to lean against him. It's just such a big mess that, I need a back adjustment, by the time it's all said and done. When you don't fork out the cash for a back rest, then the wife doesn't go.

I'm sure that, this is his intention in the first place. So, have a good day, with you're smelly Biker friends. Besides, I've got more important things to tend to. Like, the floors and the laundry. I need to touch up my roots as well. You see, my blonde, is artifical unintelligence. Ya'll have a good Sunday.

TOO MUCH FREE TIME

Yesterday evening, my husband started his spring softball league.
I don't usually get to, go to any of the spring softball games. I have to wait until number two son, is out of school for the year. Which is almost upon us. Never-the-less, my son and I spent a quiet evening at home together. Knowing that, Noel had to go to the vet today. I decided to paint her toe nails last night. I'm almost positive that, she knows that, she's a little girl. She never gives me any trouble when, I paint her nails.

However, just to start trouble, I painted Tigger's front toe nails. Not without, my son's help of course. Tigger did not want this done by the way. Anyway, I only painted his front ones. My husband claims to be so observant that, I decided to test him. Test his military training you know. After sitting on the couch for a while this morning, I finally said, "I am so mad at you, you didn't even notice." He says, "notice what?" I say, "what we did to Tigger." He then says, "what did you do, paint his nails too?" I tell him, "yes!"

I thought that, he would notice this atleast, before he left this morning. Afterall, I did find the brightest red nail polish, that I could find. He claimed that, he was still asleep, and to give him a break. Then he informed me that, "you'll be taking that off today." Well heck, I knew that! I only did it for fun. The bottom line is, he's not always that observant. Ya'll watch what you are doing today.

BLOOMING CRAB APPLES

I'm not sure if, it's the changing of the seasons or what. Possibly, the time change, or it's just me. However, everyone in my family, seems to be very crabby lately. They all have something to complain about. No one, has anything pleasant to say. It has become, very depressing to listen to. From work, to vacation, to finances, to school. All of which are understandable reasons. I'm the only one around here, who trys to keep a positive attitude.

This is why, I'm starting to think that, I'm the reason that they are all crabby. There is only about three people, who aren't in a bad mood lately. Those people are, my brother, my Aunt, and my best friend. Who knows, maybe they are not grouchy because, they don't live with me. One can see why, one could get a complex from, all of this negative treatment. I suggested to my husband that, I should call my mother's Doctor regarding her attitude. He says that, "she's just old." Well, I don't buy it.

From past family history, other relatives have claimed that, my Grandmother was this way too. I'm talking about, my Mother's Mother. Maybe, she just genetically predestined to be critical. Although, I don't want to feel this way about her. I want to have a good relationship with her for, her remaining years. I do want to miss her, when she's gone. My Dad doesn't seem to be this way. How he has put up with her, for over 50 years is, beyond me.

She is so very spoiled though. He traded in his fairly new truck, and bought her a 2003 Cadilac yesterday. She is so obviously ticked off at me, about vacation that, she didn't even tell me about it. I had to hear about it from my brother. He says that, "he's turing into the favorite." No little brother, you've got about 30 years of cathing up to do. So... good luck on that one big boy! So... I'm going to try to avoid, any further negative energy from them today. Either that or, move to Italy. Bye ya'll.

SECRETARY OF MY INTERIOR

Can you believe that, I'm back at it? I'm still painting. Not the walls this time. I'm painting my old childhood bedroom suit. Not my bed, just the dresser and book case. What was once white, was now yellowed and dirty. So I, put a fresh coat of white on it. I can't actually believe that, I kept all of that stuff. However, it is old and distressed, and is by now an antique. It was my first bedroom suit. I think that, I was about a year old, when my parents bought it.

Considering that, I'm 36 years old now, it's pretty old. Again, what was old, is now in. I'm not one to throw something out, so I refurbished it. I sort of like the challenge of, redoing something. I'm pretty crafty that way. Afterwards, I'm proud of the work that I've done. The family always says, "hey... that looks pretty good." All I have left to do today, on my book case is some touch ups. I also have to put the handles back on. I repainted them gold as well.

I don't know about you, but this time change is killing me. I feel drained all day long. It is going to take quite some time to get use to it. I think that, I need a morning nap. I mean I don't think, I know it. Ya'll have a good day.

VACATION VIOLATION

Appearently, my parents have really done it this time. Yesterday, they attempted to make Hotel reservations in Indianapolis for June. However, they were all booked up, for this specific week. This is after, my parents asked both my husband and brother to ask off from work, for these specific days. Instead of, doing the intelligent thing, and just making reservations at a different Hotel; they do the unthinkable. My parents make reservations, the week before, just because they had available rooms at the Hotel they like.

My Mom tells me that, she oked this with everyone else in our family. Not the most important people, her immediate family. She did say that, "there is more then just one person envolved." The ones that, are actually still working for a living, doesn't seem to matter. The family members who are not retired. I'm not sure if any of you are familar with Indianapolis, Indiana. Anyway, there is either a Hotel, or Motel on almost every corner. Just because you love, this particular Hotel, doesn't mean that, you have to stay there.

I will say this, they disgusted alot of people, when they pulled this. My husband said, "whatver!" My brother used the phrase, "G.D it!" My son, does not want to go without us. Lastly, it's pretty obvious how I feel. Have fun! Smell ya later! My Dad stated that, "my Mom tried," and that, "it will all come out in the wash." I said, "it sure will, witout any of us there." Happy vacationing ya'll!

BURST YOUR BUBBLE

Yesterday afternoon, my three sons decided to take advantage of the warm weather. They had a water baloon fight in the front yard. As usual, they were making a huge mess. However, they were having fun, and staying out of my hair. During their fun, I went out front to have a cigarette, and to see what was going on. I soon found that, our older neighbor boy, was joining in too. He does this because, he doesn't have many friends his own age. He's 17 years old, and three years older then my oldest son.

While outside, I witnessed him make two out of my sons cry, by being too rough. He hit number two son in the back, too hard with a water baloon. Naturally, this made him cry. Number two son yells, "I hate him, he's such a fag!" Then, he hit number three son in the knee. He was standing close to the brick wall outside when this happened. Again, he too cried. In retaliation, number one son dedided that, he was all but, going get both his clothes and shoes wet. Around and around on the ground, in a circle he went with the water hose. Never actually getting his belongings wet. While I'm watching this Bully says, If you do... I'll get really pissed, and... I come over there and pop you in the face."

Bully actually did, warn him of this three times, not to do so. I then replied, "A... no you won't." Bully replys back, "oh you don't think so?" I say, "if you pop him, then I'm going to get their Dad, and he will come out here, and pop you in the face." He says, "then I'll tell him that, I warned him three times." I headed inside, not before witnessing number three son, put a water baloon in his shoe. Guess what, it burst by itself. While I was inside, Bully got mad a left. What it boils down to is, he can dish it out, but he con't take it.

Soon, I told my husband about what just went on. He said that, I had said the right thing. He told me that, he wouldn't have punched Bully in the face, only out of respect for his Dad. They are good friends. My husband said that, he would have just draggged him home by his neck. Then, made him explain to his Dad what he had done. This was in the event that, he had actually punched number one son in the face. He said that, his Dad would have killed him if, he had hurt one of our boys. He has punished him in the past for doing this.

Having said all of that. My husband told nunber two son that, you should all three just get Bully down, and beat him up. Three on one, isn't good odds. Number one son weighs about 95 pounds. Number two son, weighs about 85 pounds. Number three son, weighs about 75 pounds. This would be up against, about 150 pounds. Although, Bully is both a Football player, and wrestler. Maybe, it wouldn't have turned out so well. You never can tell though. Ya'll be kind, and love one another.

APPLY WITHIN

Yesterday, for the first time in years, I put in an application for work. My husband nearly fell over. I had taken a shower after my son went to school. Although, I showered the three dogs before, I did myself. After all, it was "Funky Friday." Funky Friday means that, everyone get's a bath, every Friday. It just simply means, their weekly bath day. I always have to put cute names for everything. It makes it easier to remember. Yet I digress.

Anyway, I did all of this, and got home before 10:00 A.M. My Husband said that, "it was entirely too warm outside, for hell to have frozen over." Gee... he's funny, isn't he? I checked on a job with the local plant nursery as well. They need mostly people to work on the weekends. Nope... can't do that. I have both kids, and a life. I am not going to be dealing with plants on a Sunday, when I can be sipping a beer on my boat instead. Besides, I need the tan too. I am so stinking pale at this point.

As far as Baby's Birthday, it turned out, pretty well. The former husband, took our son as well as, my step-son's along for his Birthday party. Eveidentally, they had a really fun time. It helps when, former husband, treats the step-kids, like one of his own. He's just an overgrown kid himself. Which was infact, part of his problem the whole time we were married. He never grew up. Happy Saturday ya'll!