Not Enough Hours...

Is it odd that I always make a mental to-do list longer than I have time for?

There are some obligatory time eaters every day such as:

Before work I work out, shower and get ready. I go to work, and while I'm there I catch up on the blogspot blogs I read. Once I get home I work out a bit for the second time. Then I eat something and catch up on Xanga blogs. I check my email. Some days I make sure no one has announced they're getting married on Facebook. And then there's Animal Crossing for the Wii, a game that runs in real-time, even when you're not playing it. I have to visit my town every day for fear that my neighbors will move away and all my flowers will die.

All those things I count as fairly obligatory. It doesn't mean I don't enjoy them. I just feel like I have to do them every day.

That leaves me with about two hours, maybe, that aren't taken up by making dinner with Robb, eating, showering, driving, etc. And in that time, I feel like I have to keep up with everything else that's going on. That's not to mention laundry or dishes or grocery shopping or phone conversations or fights.

Some days, it's just too much. I get to ten thirty when we try to shower and go to bed and I think to myself, "What a wonderful world...." Oh, wait...that's Louie Armstrong. I think, "Gosh, I wanted to go do that." Or, "I wanted to watch that, read that, try that, etc."

And the next day? I do the same thing. Is this how life is? Is this what everyone goes through? I want to try someting new. I want to drive down a road I've never been on without worrying about what won't get done while I'm doing that.

And yet, any one of those things would be something I'd miss if it wasn't a part of my day. Can I file an extension?

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Settling In...

So, I think we've got a routine.

In the morning we get up and find Marbles under my bed, the one we don't sleep in. Robb tries to get him out from under the bed and he lays there. After I start doing my crunches, he comes out to see what I'm doing. And then we love on him until it's time for someone to leave for work, ignoring his meows and his constant herding us towards the front door.

He's still obsessed with the front door. I had to physically restrain him today, although he didn't put up much of a fight once I picked him up. And when I left, there was no one to hold him back. Do you know how hard it is to convince a cat that they don't want to know what's on the other side of a door? Holy cow.

So I go to work.

And when I get home, he's on our bed. He then tries to convince me he needs to go outside. And when I don't relent, he goes to sleep.

When Robb gets home, he wakes Marbles up and we love on him some more. And when we go to bed, he's in the bed with us, sleeping in the middle trough between us. Sometime in the night he walks across my face and goes to lay under the bed in the other room. And that's where we find him in the morning.



He's so lazy. We love it. And he's also the most laid back cat I've ever met. He never even thinks of biting or swatting...except once this morning, which is slightly hilarious and slightly more information than anyone needs to know.

This morning I got up and started to work out, like I always do. And since I sleep naked, I work out naked, because my shower is right after that. Well, this morning I was doing crunches and he comes out from under the bed, walks over me, turns around, and starts sniffing my junk. He recoils three times in a row, and then he extends a paw and swats it! I lost it, and he looked at me like, "What the hell is that?" And I lost it again. I am SO glad he is front declawed...that could have been ugly.

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