So my birthday is coming up

Every year I try not to get too excited about it, because I always get pretty much the same stuff. I guess I still have that childish expectation that I'm going to get something fabulous. I always get money from my grandparents, money from my parents and something from James, usually money too. (Family take note!) However, since I can't spend any money on cross stitch stash, I've tried to make it clear that if they intend for me to spend my money on that then they need to get me gift certificates (SB&B or SW), or buy the stuff I want for me. I've had a wish list on the fridge for a few days now, no one has commented on it, so I don't know if it's been noticed or not.

Other than stitching stuff, there's usually not a whole lot else that I ever want. I found that really changed once I had kids. I used to want bath stuff, well, I hardly ever get to stay in the bath for very long anymore, so it'd just be a waste to use any good stuff. And shoes, I love shoes, but my feet got wide when I was pregnant and cute shoes just don't fit anymore. And clothes, well, lets just not even go there. Then of course there's all that stuff that I want that are really just sort of a waste and there's no point in having now. Like, I want a Nintendo DS so I can play Super Mario Brothers. Or I want a laptop with wireless internet access so I can play on the internet and watch tv at the same time. Or an iPod would be great too. But those are sort of frivilous things that I could never justify.

Anyway, Labor Day weekend was just sort of so-so. We went to a birthday party for some kids that just moved in the neighborhood. We went to my mother in law's house for her birthday. Then after much passive aggressiveness, I left monday afternoon to visit a friend of mine for awhile. Of course, my mom and my aunt show up while I'm gone and James is Dad of the Year again, cooking, cleaning and watching the kids while I'm off screwing around.

The dad of the kids that we went to the birthday for has been really secretive about what he does for a living. He should have just made something up so I wouldn't be so curious. He told us he was a consultant for the government and that he goes overseas often, he made it pretty obvious that he didn't want to tell us, so we didn't press. Then at the party he James he was part of a Special Forces reserve unit. As we were leaving the party he told me he was leaving for Lebanon this week. I asked if he was going as a peacekeeper and he said yes, but he said it in a way that made me think he wasn't really telling the truth about that. So, I just told him that we'd keep an extra eye out on his wife and kids for him and left it at that.

Ah the drama of Henderson Bayou. LOL My life would be so dull without it. Oh and the drama of my stitching group, but I'm still pretty ticked off about it, so I'm not even going to go into it.