Newsbreak:

The Gotcha Day Party went really well. We had a good turn out and a ton of leftover food. It wasn't warm enough for the pool but Jacob and his cousins played in the kiddie pool for quite awhile (Aunt Cindy did too). I didn't take many pictures and the ones I did take, I won't post as I wouldn't like someone to post pics of Jacob without my permission so I won't post pics of someone else's kids. I'm ever thankful to my neice, Liz. She was such a HUGE help and I never could have done this without her. I also really enjoyed her company Saturday night. It was great to hang out and talk with just her.

Jacob is potty training - kind of. He peed in the potty twice when my sister Karen was here. He peed in the potty once at Karen's house. He peed in the potty once during his party yesterday and I think he liked the ovation he received when he came to the back door naked from the waist down, wearing only a T-shirt, and announced to the neighborhood "I PEED IN THE POTTY!!" as he has peed three times in the potty today and, And, AND he POOPED in the potty too! It's true - they emailed me pictures! Am I the luckiest mom, or what!

I'm back to work today, against my will. I wanted to stay home just one more day. I'm sitting here and my feet are killing me. This is the first time I've worn shoes all day in all this time! We'll see what happens with the car makers - I might just get lucky enough to get another week off out of this deal...

I haven't talked to Edna in over 2 weeks. Nothing specific has happened. I just don't want to. We didn't go see her over the 4th. I didn't even call. I guess, I'm just tired. The last few times I've talked to her, all she says is how horrible her children are and how she doesn't know what she ever did to deserve to be treated this way by her kids. I'm just out of giveashit anymore.

We were told Grandpa S. (Jacob's biological Grandpa - Rob's Dad)has lung cancer. They go for a biopsy this week. We have become very attached to them, Jacob and I have, and I'm scared for what will happen. I'm trying not to think about it much and just hang on and wait for the news.

I'm also angry with my husband today. I have been for a few days. It's rather silly. You see, he lost my fishing pole. I've had this pole for a very, very long time. It's the pole I learned to cast with. The pole I caught my first fish with. It was a gift to me from a man who always thought the world of me and sadly, he treated me better than he did his own daughter before she passed away. Although, my family never cared much for this man who was "friends" with Edna for many years he was very good to me a long time ago - when He didn't drink. He took good care of me. He was a good man when he was on the wagon. This fishing pole was left at Jeremy's parents house but, it's no longer there. I give Jeremy credit for trying to find it but I'm hurt that it's gone. Never mind the fact that I haven't fished with it but once in the last 8 years. That fact is not important.

Lastly, yesterday, we were putting away stuff in the kitchen before the party and Jeremy asked why the tape measure was on the stove. I said, "I needed it to measure the 1/2 inch spaces to poke for my poke cake." Jeremy put the tape measure away and said nothing more. Yes, I measured my poke cake. Go ahead and laugh!