A cat's leap of faith.

Lands him right on my sleeping husband. Yes Shank was using Brett as a trampoline last night. No clue why, maybe he thought he was taking up his space, or he's just feeling better. I don't know but he kept leaping from the pedestal to the bed, even after Brett got up. It shook the bed so it started ticking me off. Maybe I should explain. My oldest cat Crookshanks, Shank for short, weights 16lbs. He is no longer a fat cat, that's all muscle. He's a little bulldozer. And my bed is a antique Iron bed with the original box springs. Which makes for an ultra bouncy bed. Now factor in a 16lb cat jumping on it from about 3 feet away and you get a very bouncy bed and a not so happy me. He's a little fart.

We are bringing Shiner home for the weekend. I feel like a divorced parent with weekend visits. But she just can't stand to be alone. Mom tells me she is green from running in the yard after it was mowed, so she gets yet another bath. I don't want green dog in my bed. Then I will have green sheets, and that's not fun. Since it didn't rain yesterday and it won't till next week, I can pick up doing the laundry and take an actual shower, not just a run and scrub. I need to get caught back up with the laundry, and we need a long dry spell to do it. It's supposed to be nice out, so I might save the electric bill some and hang some clothes out to dry on the line. Never did that before. Kind of looking forward to it.

It seems the more I blog the less everyone else does. But if I don't for a while there is a bombardment of other bloggers. It's just weird. Also, since I have this new fancy blog, I've noticed I still haven't gotten many visitors. That sucks, but I hope more people will visit soon.

I'm feeling better today, I think it was getting out in the sun after so many days of gloom. Even if all I was doing was trudging around a soggy yard, picking up sticks. Rory really liked me opening up the sliding doors so she could smell the smells through the screen.

As for the house hunt, still hunting. *sigh* It's the Chinese hell of house hunting. Sorry, I watched Big Trouble In Little China last night. Well that's all for now. Laters! Savvy?

-Aislin

Wine, pipe, and a good script.

Well yesterday was the same as any other day. Brett and I got home tired and all blah. After giving my dad a call warning that a storm was coming up from the east, I plopped on the couch and watched some recorded NCIS. Brett took a shower and called JM back. And for once I tried not to listen in on a phone conversation. Don't get me wrong, I trust my man, I'm just naturally that curious. So I didn't know when he started talking to me. Rule #1 of talking to me while I watch TV, say my name first. I'm too tuned into the TV to realize someone is talking to me. For 23 years my dad had trouble remembering that rule. Poor man, many things didn't get done because of that. So after Brett realized I wasn't hearing what he was saying, he got my attention and told me that we may be going to dinner with JM and SJM Thursday. Woot! Haven't seen them in a while. I'm excited. So after that little bit of fun, I went back to watching my show and keeping a eye on the lights which would dim from time to time. They were working on the lines, so I was afraid we would lose power.

As fun as that all was, I finished up the day with Chicken Pennie, a glass of wine, and a pipe of chocolate flavored tobacco. While I read Brett's script for the comic we are making. Yes I smoke a pipe, and I also smoke cigars. But we will only smoke pipes indoors, because they have a pleasant scent as opposed to cigars and cigarettes. But anyway, it was a nice evening, but I wish the wine buzz lasted through the night instead of me waking up at midnight and not being able to get back to sleep until 3 in the morning. *sigh* The cats didn't help much. Rory knew I was tired and not to be messed with this morning, so she stayed back and watch Shank try to wake me up. If cats could laugh, I'm sure she would, because Shank was dangerously close to getting thrown across the room. I just didn't want to get up this morning, and he was annoying the hell out of me. Needless to say, we were late for work, but we eventually got there.

Well we are going to go look at another house tonight. This one looks like it might work. It's only 9 years old so it shouldn't have any big problems. Our mortgage agent already sent us a good will statement to let us know how much it would be a month, if we gave full price for the place. I'm not really getting my hopes up, because we have been disappointed too many times so far. Mom seems excited though. We'll see if the place impresses us. I really hate house hunting. Its full of lies and half truths.

When we get home I'm to work on character drawings for the comic, so far I've only did a rough sketch of one character. I need to get to it.

Brett is making me take my meds like I'm supposed to. I hate to though. They give me the medicated shakes.

Well I think that is all for now. Laters! Savvy?

-Aislin