Not much going on

When I was younger I tried keeping a journal. I would go to Walgreens and buy a beautiful notebook and special pen. I would date the page. The first line always went something like this..."I promise to journal every day. I promise to keep this journal up to date." The next entry was always a month or two later and the first line went something like this..."well, it's been awhile since I last wrote. I will promise from now on to journal everyday." Here I am, 20 years later saying the same things. Guess that old saying "some things never change" is true. I think about blogging every single day, but I'm afraid what I have to say is boring and unimaginative, juvenile.

Anyway, I downloaded the disc on my digital camera and found several weird pictures. I know my 5 year old had been playing with it and it was kind of fun seeing things through her eyes. Seems as though she chased the cats throughout the house. This is a picture of my "ugly cat" Lion Head jumping up onto the ottoman. I like this shot because you can see his crazy tail. Those of you who've had the pleasure of meeting Lion head know what I'm talking about.

There he is, the one and only, Lion Head. Isn't he cute. He's got a face only his momma would love. And his momma in this case would be my son. He's the only one who doesn't think Lion Head is weird looking. Even the vet thought he was the strangest cat she'd ever seen.

This is Dopey. We got our cats from a farm and they were already named. Dopey was one from a litter of 7. They were each named one of the seven dwarfs. Dopey stuck. We never even tried to change her name. My kids call her Dopes, which I find hysterical.

I remember when Hannah took this picture. She thought it was so funny. She ran into the office to show it to me but she was laughing so hard I couldn't understand. I guess it's something only a 5 year old can understand.

Today is October 1st and I don't have my meal planning done for the month, imagine that. I have it on my list of things to do tomorrow. I did find last month that having a plan made it much easier to navigate through the grocery store. If I had one wish I would wish that everyone in my family would eat everything I put on their plates and not complain. Forget a million dollars, I think that would only add more stress. My life would be complete if I could make anything for supper and have everyone eat it without complaints.