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Monday, May 2, 2011

whatta weekend....

Woke up this morning hearing about Osama...and had way more feelings about it than I would've imagined...maybe it's the fact that there seems to be SO MUCH devastation in the world right now, heck just in the last week all the crazy tornadoes ETC...who knows. All I do know is that I'm not one to usually think about all "that stuff" too much, though husband is often talking about 2012, end of the world, all these earthquakes, tsunamis etc are a sign of...blah blah blah. But today is kind of a "whoa" day for me...and I'm not a fan. I'm worried about what's going to happen next, how are the pics of Americans partying and celebrating going to be received by the rest of the world, namely the people who already hate us...what kind of backlash or retaliation is going to happen now? Will things get better or get worse? Is this driving us into an even bigger war? For a person who historically enjoys knowing what's about to happen and better yet having control of what's going to happen, this kind of sucks.

Doing my best to go back into "whatever" mode...I liked it a lot better there.

On a happier note, the weather this weekend was a welcome change...we finally got our first baseball game of the season in and I'm fairly certain that Ryan will be a member of the Cardinals some day haha. We did have our first experience of me truly annoying and embarrassing him. I will remain in the bleachers from now on...but may have to go buy one of those cameras with the super duper long lenses. Anyone who can show me how to work one of those, please let me know. Otherwise, it's clear the cute pics will stop here:



After that start to the weekend, every sport imaginable was played for hours upon hours. We had what seemed to be a never-ending baseball game in the front yard where I was all-time outfield due to my extreme lack of athletic ability. I missed just about every ball, was yelled at numerous times and a combination of laughter and running provided a stark reminder of my lack of bladder control. Thank you, child birth.