Erin & Ella came for a visit yesterday. They arrived in time for dinner, we decided on pizza. We ate, and relaxed while Ella played. We attempted to put Ella to bed so we could watch a movie, but she wasn’t having anything to do with sleeping. So we just lounged around and she finally fell asleep on the couch so we could start the movie. We rented Yes Man, we both kind of wanted to see it, and I really enjoy Jim Carrey. The movie was ok, it had some funny parts, but basically it was a carbon copy of Liar Liar. Only instead of not being able to lie he was unable to say no. I do really like Zooey Deschanel and she was enjoyable to watch. Also, in spite of being mostly disappointed with the movie, I did search IMDB for trivia on the movie (I pretty much always do this after any movie) and learned that Jim Carrey did not use a stunt double for the scene where he bungee jumps off of a bridge. Impressive.
On another subject, my darn cat kept me up half the night. He was pretty much the most annoying he’s ever been. He wouldn’t stop petting my face, or sitting on my face, which is just, well, irritating when you’re trying to sleep. Especially when you’re a light sleeper like myself. Then he kept going to the window in my bedroom (kind of a bay window) and ran his paws up and down the mini-blinds making the loudest most annoying sound ever. Every time I tried to distract him or remove his from doing this, he went right back to doing it. I finally wised up and opened the blinds. Certainly there must be something mystifying to watch out there? So I did, which seemed to work for about 10 minutes. The, he decided, this wasn’t good enough, so he proceeded to run his paws up and down the glass as quickly and loudly as possible. And then once I had been awake for two hours I was starting to get really mad. And it’s particularly difficult to try to sleep when you’re mad. Finally, against my better judgement, I decided to kick his furry butt out of my room altogether. Why, you ask, had I now thought to do this previously? Seems like a logical answer right? Because I knew exactly what was to come if I did. He would simply transfer his mad paw rubbing from the mini-blinds and glass to the door. Ha ha the joke was going to be on me no matter what I did. So after plotting his death, formulating a good ad to get rid of him in the newspaper the next day, and chewing on the idea of just throwing him outside, I decided to take the high road. So I kicked him out of my bedroom, and guess what? He was rubbing that door like he was bound and determined to knock it down within 5 minutes. And he never really stopped. It was a lose-lose for me. And although he got the last laugh, I at least felt a certain sense of relief knowing that there was a possibility that I held the upper hand in this scenario. I knew I had to stick to my grounds, so I somehow managed to ignore the incessant grinding and fell asleep after being kept awake for over 3 hours. Ugghhh….
The next day was better, Erin & Ella and I had coffee, breakfast, and headed to the pool. It was really hot so the pool felt wonderful. We headed back in for some lunch and off my visitors went. It was a short visit, but very nice. And Erin strategically left several toys behind to ensure that I would be making a visit up north again soon. Nice.
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Tanzie
One of my cats thinks it’s his job to incessantly paw the kids’ doors and mew at the op of his lungs after they go to sleep for the night. This started when the boys were really young. The other cat appointed himself as our own personal mail man several years ago: he carries ANY piece of paper around in his mouth and cries in a very deep and guttural tone…at ANY time of the day or night, particularly when we are out of sight!! We have been locking both cats away at night for years now. Essentially, the only reason we have a basement is to lock their loud furry asses up at night!
June 29th, 2009
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