Cat Food?

Okay, I know that we haven't any commercials for about 3 years (I LOVE PBS!), but this is getting ridiculous. Besides all the toy cartoons on Saturday mornings, which we can live without, some of these are just silly. For instance, I was in the kitchen thinking about starting supper when I heard the TV in the next room. Chicken Tuscany, with wild rice and tender greens. Mmmm, I thought. That sounds SO GOOD! I wonder if I can get a recipe from online? So I go into the living room to watch the commercial, expecting it to be a restaurant or Lean Cuisine or something and it turns out to be a cat food commercial. Gourmet food for your cat. Beg your pardon? It's pretty sad when you want to kick the cat out of the picture so you can eat its canned food. Eek.

Since it's been warmer out, our attentions have turned to beautifying the yard. We want it to sell! Landscaping is one of the things to do to help your house sell. Our roses have redbuds all over them and I am so excited that they are going to bloom like nuts! The one rosebush is the one that Chris gave me when we were dating and has gorgeous purply-pink blooms on them (I think...). It has not bloomed since we moved to Oklahoma. It doesn't like it here and demands to be returned to the South. Our other rosebush is one that we sort of brought with us when we moved from the other house. We had to dig it up when the kennel concrete was put in and since it was out of the ground, we made its new house here. We will be leaving it when we move because we don't think it will like Florida. I've heard that Rosebushes are picky that way.

Anyway, we got some flower seeds and some cubes of petunias and pansies to plant in the front yard. We made a little bed on the side of the driveway and planted a bunch of marigold seeds that my Grampa sent to us from his very own flowers. He gets seeds from his own flowers, isn't that cool? He knows "jez about ever-thang they is to know 'bout the [gardening] bidness." As opposed to the shrimping bidness. Okay, Forrest Gump moment. Anyway, you should see his yard. It's hard to remember his grass and then look at ours. His was green.

Well, Ian has now moved to real underwear, with Pull-ups at night only. This has been a very messy transition, but if he can't tell that he's wet in the Pull-ups, they are just expensive diapers, aren't they? Too expensive.

So we bought two more packages of underwear (Thomas and Cars) and we are in business. Good thing we have lots of pants and I always have laundry to do. We are praying fervently that this will work! There is no way that I will let him remain unpottytrained (long word) when he is 4!

Erin is squealing up a storm and Da DAAAH! She said Mama on Sunday and Dada on Monday. And she has said Dada about 3.68 million times since then and Mama only three more times and two of those were when she was crying.

Well, we have company! Wow! And it's not Jehovah's Witness, they just left. Brad and Marcie are here so Chris can give them the "Buy our house" spiel...again.