Guilty As Charged

I admit it. I was one of the crazy people who got up at 4 AM today to watch the royal wedding on TV. The boys even got up with me - after I was telling Mike I was going to, they were gung ho for the idea too. I told them I was not going to wake them that early on a school day, so if they were determined, it was up to them to set their alarms. At 3:55 I came down stairs and Steve was up and dressed. Pete had begged him the night before to make sure he got up, but Steve said that he had tried several times, Pete wasn't getting out of bed. Oh, well. I said I was not going to get anyone up so early. At that announcement, Pete came out of his room and out to watch with us. During the Pre-wedding stuff on TV, I made omlettes for breakfast. About 10 minutes until the wedding was to start, I heard Pete snoring. We woke him up again in time to see the wedding, but he got bored and went back downstairs to play with the dog. Guess he's not going to be a Royal Watcher when he grows up.

Our Girls

Of our two cats, one is a recluse, the other a lap cat. Princess Fiona (yes, a reference to Shrek, a necessity from having sons), or FiFi as we call her, is our lap cat. Last night, after Mike and I went to bed, up came FiFi. She usually settles down at the foot of the bed, or sometimes shares Mike's pillow. Soon after we all settled down, Mike started growling at FiFi. She had apparently decided that she wanted to sleep on top of Mike's leg, and was kneeding it, trying to flatten out a spot to lay on. He was actually very patient and just tried to gently move her over to a spot on the mattress next to his leg. Unfortunately, she found my leg next. I was not so tolerant. I kicked my feet until she moved back over to Mike's side of the bed. Back to his leg. We finally convinced her the mattress was a much better bed for people and kitties, and she found her spot. Santara just took up her normal bed of laying in our bath tub. Much less drama. You have to wonder what she was thinking of the spectical Fiona was making of herself.

Hodge Podge

We have finished the third apartment, and out new tenant has moved in. He seems impressed (and rightly so) with all the work we did to make it nice. I am trying to get Mike to relax this week - he has admitted that he has been way over working this last year. It's not an easy task, and the best I have managed is to slow him down.

Our baby girl - Sadie - had a bonanza last night. For dinner I had used the refrigerator ice dispenser for ice for drinks. A couple of minutes into dinner, an ice cube fell from the dispenser and Sadie ran over and gobbled it up - she loves ice. A couple minutes later, another cube fell magically. She ran back over to eat that one too, and then she just laid down next to the fridge hoping for more (think vending machine spitting out chocolate bars!). So sad for my baby, no more fell.

Pete has befriended a black kitty that has been hanging around our yard. I have told him that we are not keeping it, so he needs to leave it alone. There are so many barn cats around, there are always cats running around the neighborhood, if we took them all in, we could be the "crazy cat family".

Well, It's Over

My 40th birthday celebration has passed. On the actual day, I took myself out for a nice lunch since I was out running errands and my husband took me to our favorite ice cream shop (just re-opened for the season) for a cone on our way to work at the apartment house - I love ice cream, so YUM! My sister flooded my e-mail with e-cards for my birthday and I got several cards in the mail from family and friends. Yesterday was ice cream and cake with family, and then a meal out with my husband and children (the boys were bummed because the waitress forgot they told her it was my birthday, so no one came to sing to me-darn!). All in all, not too traumatic.