Married. With Children.

Every now and then, I wonder what my life would have been like If I'd have taken a left turn when I took a right or decided to stay put instead of move on. I wonder what would have happened if I'd ignored that little voice in my head and just done what everybody else would have done.

And every time I do this, it only confirms the fact that through God, common sense, or just blind freaking luck I made the right decisions most of the time. Now I'm not talking about that mullet I sported for a few years in the early 90's, that girl I just KNEW was the one in the 10th grade, or getting my college degree in Broadcast Journalism when I sound like the bastard child of Jim Neighbors and Larry the Cable Guy.

I'm talking about Angie. And consequently, Ciera, Rakes, and Trot.

I've got a woman who puts up with some of the most inane statements you've ever heard, as well as an OCD, baseball loving idiot. And I've been blessed with 3 wonderful, healthy, certifiable children you'll ever meet.

Just during today, Ciera wrote a letter to Coca Cola with a new idea for a commercial, Trot has decided he needs tennis shoes with his pajamas, and Rakes fell asleep wearing a pair of boxer shorts and his long sleeve Spider Man pajama top.

Granted, all three instances are minor occurrences; but when you combine them with the entire body of work you see why I'm on the down hill slide toward a padded room and a full time shrink.

And I couldn't have scripted my life any better than it's played out.

Besides, I'd have missed out on Rakes in Sponge Bob footie pajamas, running a train over my hardwood floors and depreciating my home's value by about $5,000.

Is Spring Training here yet?