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Today is my honey's 32nd birthday. In 32 years his best accomplishment so far has to be finding me. This might be tied with the birth of each of our children, but really would they be here without me? Jason has created such a loving home for the kids and I that I only hope we do the same for him each day. Plus, what 32 year old wouldn't want Pokemon candles on his birthday cinnamon rolls?

Okay obviously I'm missing Aiden, but his 3rd birthday isn't until November. Therefore he will not have a new photo until November. You have to admit though that I've got two damn fine looking school going children. Just makes you want to squeeze them doesn't it????

Mood bad. Teresa no write when mood bad, unfriendly. Will write later when mood not bad.

Well, girl scouts has started and dance has started. All is going well. I forgot to take pictures at Moira's first dance class, so I guess I'll get a picture tomorrow night. This upcoming Saturday we're having our first girl scout outing so I'll get pictures there too. We're going to the Zoo.

Yesterday we had our school day at the baseball game. I was so proud of Nick. He signed up to be a singing and actually went through with it. He sang "God Bless America" behind home plate during the pre-game. I did find out that it wasn't on T.V., but he was on the big screen at the field. He was so excited and asked to do it again if the opportunity came again. Jason and I were thrilled. We're not sure how it happened, but we made it through an entire game with all three kids and no major problems. That's 9 innings people, plus we had to be there a hour before the game for Nick.

On a sadder note, my father-in-law is gone. Hopefully this is temporary, but he's working in Virginia at this time. My mother-in-law won't leave until their current lease is up which is about 8 months away, but it still crushes me. Like I said we're hoping this is temporary (at least that's what I'm hoping). Please say a prayer that something opens up and he gets to come home. The kids are sad enough right now thinking it's temporary, I don't want to have to tell them it's permanent.

I just experienced what was probably one of the most uncomfortable moments in my life. I'm just went to use the restroom, and it is a public restroom for our floor in this building, and I'm there doing my thing and another woman comes in. Okay, that's fine. She chooses the stall next to me and starts talking. NOT TO ME; SHE'S ON HER CELL PHONE!!! Who brings a cell phone into the bathroom stall with them?

So not only do I have to listen to her conversation while peeing, I feel very rude having to flush the toilet because she's still on the phone. Public restroom toilets are not the quietest things. I couldn't help wondering if the person on the other end knew that they would be experiencing the bathroom at that moment. Here, please talk to me and listen to me pee at the same time.

Man that just gives me the creeps. I'm not even one for carrying on a conversation when I'm with someone and we both go into the stalls. Talking at the sink is okay, but if I'm behind a closed stall door please let me believe I'm alone! Plus, if you do choose to bring your cell into the stall you risk having it be flushed down the toilet. That's just a shout out reminder to my sister and no she wasn't talking on it, the phone fell out of her pocket.

No phones in the bathroom please.

I've been thinking about yesterday and the anniversary of 9/11 and the speeches that have been made and so on. I don't think I could put into words the way I feel better than a fellow blogger already has...

So, I don't know: Why is it we choose not to simply remember September 11, but to relive it? Getting attacked was a shock to our systems, naturally; now, over the shock, we elect to wallow in the aftermath. In many ways, we've refused to move on, obsessing instead over one confusing and sad day. That some of us can't stop watching planes crash into buildings says more about our national psyche than I care to think about.

I would hope September 11 was not our last best day as a country. We seem to have lost our way at bit since then, and for once I'm not talking about politics. After the initial outpouring of mutual grief, generosity and benevolence, we've turned into a meaner, harder place. We're quicker to judge, faster to shout each other down and more eager to dismiss one another on the merit of a minor -- or imagined -- slight. We all want to band together where like looks at like, so we can ignore those who are different and hate them privately, free from challenge. In spite of the progress we've supposedly made, we've not made this a better place to live or a better time to be alive for everyone. This is a great place to succeed, but a lousy place to fail.

How many different ways would you like the media and our leaders to tell you to live in fear? Because you know America is safer, but we are not yet safe

I am obviously not the only one in this world smoking crack. I seriously feel like a crack smoker sometimes because I get so absent minded or have a tendency to be very dense or just plain crazy. I'm not the only one, there are other people out there just as crazy.

I'm a troop leader again. Good, God. I get a call last night and they've decided that 11 girls may be too many for one person to handle so they are going to break it up into two troops. Would I like to be one of the leaders?

Since I chose to ignore the phone and reply by email this morning, I'm still waiting on all the details. I did make one request though that a certain girl be in my troop. I'm typically would not do this, but her mom is my friend and also felt a little uncomfortable with what happened over the weekend. So, I would just prefer if we stayed together.

Crazy!!

There are only a handful of people on this planet that should even give a damn about this and they are the parents of the child and their families. Do you honestly think that anyone in China would give a damn if I shot out baby number 4? No, obviously only because I'm not on TV or in the movies. Could we please just get over it?

Suri on Yahoo

Suri on E! Online

Suri on CNN

CNN? Good God, this is news now? I am sure she is a beautiful child and the apple of her parents' eye, but aren't all children wonderful in the eyes of their parents? I think I may just have number 4 so I can sell the photos and be on CNN.

So my parents were nice enough today to watch the kids while Jason took me out to lunch. A little alone time is always nice. Well, when we got back to my parents' house we ended up staying and watching the end of the Cardinals game with them. Today the Cardinals were playing the Nationals.

We're sitting there and my dad looks at Jason and something like "Did you know that the catcher for the Nationals is my nephew?" I'm like hold on here what did he just say. So of course I'm like "What?" and Dad goes "Well, didn't you notice the last name?" (the catcher's last name is Schneider - my maiden name) I'm like "What do you mean your nephew? That would mean he's my cousin and I don't remember him. Who's kid is he?" and my Dad is like "He's Uncle Skip's. See you didn't know everything do you?" and I'm like "There's no way. Uncle Skip only has Angie, Amy, and Adam. I didn't know there were any other kids." Dad was like "Yeah, early on in Skip and Cheryl's marriage." and of course I'm like "So, he's older than Angie?" and Dad's like "Yeah, he just doesn't come around a lot."

Then, my mom walks in and I totally fell for it because I tell her; "Did you know that Uncle Skip had a boy older than Angie? I didn't know there was another kid." My mom just looks at my dad and says "Did you really think I'd play along with that?"

Everyone, including my sister who had walked in during this, starts cracking up...

AT MY EXPENSE

Dad commented on how he didn't think I was that gullible, but damn was he wrong. I can't believe I fell for it. A long lost cousin that plays major league baseball - just my luck. Jason thought it was great and said that he knew it was a joke from the beginning. He seems to think that Dad didn't intend to pull one over on me initially, but when he saw that I was buying into it, he just took and ran.

Damn!!

You know it's a good night when it ends in a food fight. After the kids were done eating and excused from the table, I started to clean up the dishes while Jason finished eating. Well, he's just sitting there going on and on. "Blah, blah, blah..." I finally grabbed the piece of bread he was buttering from him and shoved it into the left side of his face. He had a nice little outline of bread on his face made of butter. Needless to say while I was doubled over laughing my ass off, I ended up with that same slice of bread mashed into the right side of my face, my hair, and my ear. The kids then ran in to see what the commotion was about and they started cracking up.

I can't remember the last time we have all laughed so hard together.

I really don't know if I like others parents or not.

First we had the birthday party fiasco. The one where I was told to bring candy bars instead of treat bags for the kids (trust there was a laundry list of reasons for this from other mother) then the mother tells me that we can't pass out the candy bars because we didn't know who had allergies and it was okay because she and her husband brought treat bags. Bitch!

Now, we have the Girl Scouts issue. I got a call last night from one of the other mothers in the troop. She was calling to see if during the phone conversation I had with the head lady something was mentioned about her being the leader instead of me. I didn't lie and said yes. I was told that she wanted to be leader and that if it was okay with me and I really didn't want to do it, she would be leader. Well, during our phone conversation she said that it was a miss communication and that she didn't need to be leader, but since the head lady knew her the head lady wanted her to be leader. So, do I want to be leader because she's willing to do it; or she can co-leader; or just help; or we can lead together because it doesn't matter whose name comes first does it?

What the hell????? I must seriously have a personality flaw because no, I was not originally going to be leader, but when no one else volunteered I took it. Yes, this other woman was at the same meeting and wouldn't even commit to an evening, much less being a leader. Well I have this problem where once I take hold of something, I run with it. I've already started planning crafts and events; I've totally embraced this and now someone else wants to do it. I was talking to Jason and stated as plainly as I could this is my current response:

1/4 of me says to just let her be leader and maybe I'll lead a troop next year.

1/4 of me says doing it jointly will be fine. The more help the better right?

The other 1/2 of me says "Step off bitch you didn't claim it that night and now it's mine. No touching my toys, I don't share well."

All Jason said was that this other mother and I needed to remember this is for the girls. It's not about us and the decision should be placed where it will be best for the girls. Yes, I knew this but I don't know what would be best. I think if I were leader it would be fine, if she were leader it would be fine, and if we were co-leaders it would be fine.

Personality flaw:

I'm just upset that it's happening. I embraced the position I accepted and I don't like people coming in trying to throw a wrench in it.

What do I do? What do I do?

I think I will allow her to be leader and maybe get my own troop next year. I can still participate at the meetings and go on the field trips. I just know myself too well to know that I have control issues. I don't like working on things like this with others because it just gets way too confusing. Something gets mis-communicated not communicated at all and there are problems. One person has this idea in mind for the direction of the troop and the other person thinks something else and there are problems. This isn't my last shot at it and if I step back and look at everything else going on in my life, it's probably best for the girls. Jason may be gone again, although it's looking unlikely, I have two other children to care for, I work fulltime, etc. What's best for the girls right? I just have to remember what's best for the girls and I really don't want to risk anymore hurt feelings this year, whether they are mine or someone else's. There's a reason that these things are organized with just one leader and that's to avoid problems.

Okay, I must go shed a tear or two now.

The Crocodile Hunter is No More

I spent a portion of today cleaning the kitchen. This was after mowing the lawn and washing the car. Anyway, I cleaned the counters, the table, rid myself of any excess paperwork lying around, swept, mopped, etc. All the good stuff you do to clean a kitchen.

One hour later...

I dropped the container of cinnamon sugar and of course it busted open.

Like I said "It could only happen to me and just about anyone else."