Seriously... don't try to interpret what I say. Don't filter out bits and pieces then duct tape it back together to into something totally off because you've decided I don't actually mean what I say.  NEWS FLASH: I DO actually mean exactly what I say.

I'm somewhat disturbed by how much I enjoyed my Iced Tazo Pomegranate Tea Lemonade (half sweet) from Starbucks today.  It is decidedly better than any of their coffee concoctions.

Yeah... 3 posts in 1 day, I don't know that I've ever done that before... this one is totally of separate topic though.  I need a tattoo artist.  I want a tattoo of a dogwood branch with 3 butterflies hovering around it.

I have a standing appointment with a friend for coffee once a month at a neighborhood Starbucks. Today, I was going to be late, and I knew it about 3 hours before we were supposed to meet, however I don't have this friend's phone number in my new phone. I message her 3 times on Facebook and get no response... Husband KNOWS I'm late and I'm supposed to be meeting her... yet when she calls (and I'm on my way) he doesn't answer the freakin' phone... so she leaves. Really??? Sure is on a roll today... he knows it too... he hasn't said a single word to me since I walked in the door: he's hiding in the basement.

It's been nearly 2-years.  But you know what the primary difference is? Other than the fact that now my "Itty Bitty" is turning 7 in a couple of weeks and I have a whopping total of 3 kids now... I AM happy.  No, not everything is rainbows and butterflies - well, actually I have 3 girls, so everything is practically IS rainbows and butterflies, but that's not what I meant.  No, my life isn't perfect, but I'm still happy.

I've decided to check back in here because I have a frustration that I need to get off my chest. Today my 2 older children participated in a swimming invitational (they're beginner swimmers).  It is the ONE event all summer that is dedicated to beginner swimmers and we were all going to go as a family to support them. Last night I find out from Husband that he can't go: "It's the ONE day all week I couldn't go... sorry babe."  I didn't question him, fine, I understand... I know he sometimes can't get away from work. I start calling around looking for a sitter for the baby because I can't handle her there by myself while running back and forth taking pictures of the other two and no one is available on such short notice. *grumble*

Fast forward about 3-1/2 hours... Husband's talking about this party they're having at work today. Some dude's going away party and he's been asked to roast him (poor guy, Husband is ruthless). ANYWAY, it suddenly dawns on me: "You mean you can't go to the girls' swim meet tomorrow because of some guy's going away party???"  He says, "Well, yeah... but they'll have more, won't they?" NO! No they will not have more! This is the one little meet all freakin' summer they get to actually really participate in.  Not only that, but the swim meet is in the AM and your stupid party doesn't start until 1:00. Well his response to that is, "I told the new guy next door that we could carpool together in the morning, sorry." WTF? He's a big boy, he can manage to make it in by himself one more time while you go show your support for your children! He didn't want to back out on him though... dumb man-crush.

Dude, bad parental decision making going on right here.