Monday Morning Musings - Welcome To My Mornin', Welcome To My Day

We are so excited because late this Wednesday night, Steve's brother and his family are coming from clear on the other side of the country to visit us. They will be here for two weeks. We have a lot of fun stuff planned, including talking them into moving here and buying the lot next to us to build their house!

Don't worry, for all the rest of you who we have been trying to talk into building here, there are still plenty of lots left!

I just had to kick Zac out of the room because he was reading over my shoulder and correcting me.

You know how I said last week that it didn't bother me that that song was stuck in my head? Not so much the case anymore. In fact, I might go crazy if it doesn't stop. Now.

Speaking of songs. On Saturday we were cleaning the house since we had company over that night. I must say, I was being quite the whip cracker. The whole time Aubrey was cleaning she was singing, "It's a hard knock life for us" from Annie.

You know how I started running? Well, some of you might not because you are not on Facebook *cough*kristy*cough*. But I have. And lemmetellyasomething. What is this runners high crap people talk about? I keep waiting to get high, but it just ain't happenin'. Runners high my booty. Maybe people are talking about the feeling they get AFTER they run and they know it is over and they don't have to do it again for a full 24 hours? 'Cause I get real excited when it's over, but still, I wouldn't go so far as to say "high". Maybe it's just a mind trick people play on themselves to make them THINK they like to run. Well, y'all are all foolin' yourselves. I just wanted to bring it to your attention.

Do you wanna kitty update? Well, I made a lovely Vietnamese dinner the other night....OK, really. Sigh...after I did my post on Friday, I kept an eye out for the mommy cat. She came around about an hour or two after the kittens were discovered by those darn loud mouth junk guys. She was looking all around the spot where her babies should be. I told the kids we needed to put them out there so their mother could take them. So we put them in a box and put them in the spot where they were found. The mom came back a little later and we watched her take one of the babies out and take it somewhere. Then she came back later that day and took another one. WHEW! We were down to four. I kept waiting for her to come back. Then we had a huge storm come in and we had to put the box in the garage. *grumble, grumble* I looked up online that night and found out that if I was going to take the kittens to the animal shelter I had to PAY $25 an animal. That's $100 for those of you who are mathematically challenged. So I put the box back in the spot the next day, banned my kids from going outside, and waited for the mother cat to come back. She did come back and take one more kitten. But she has yet to return since Saturday morning. What kind of mother is she? COME GET THE REST OF YOUR DANG KIDS! Thankfully my neighbor has a much kinder, softer heart than I. She has taken on the responsibility of caring for the kittens. She went to the pet store and bought little bottles and kitten formula. And has read all about caring for newborn kittens online. I have offered to her to take them to the shelter (really early in the morning before it opens and leave them by the door) but she says she will give it a few days and see what happens. She took one of them to the pet store with her yesterday and there is a lady who might want one of the kittens. Sigh...the kitty saga continues...