This made Brad laugh so hard.....

It's called "Ninja cat comes closer while not moving!"

The stupid and the cute!

OK - First I gotta say - when are these weather people going to get things right? Ike barely even grazed DFW. We had a nice rain, but no thunderstorms, no flash floods, etc. Of course, Ike sucked for millions of people, and it is really sad, but the weather guys in DFW suck! And you know what bugs me, It is like reporters get disappointed when there is not total devastation in an area. And WHY do they insist on being in the middle of deep water during a hurricane. They are so stupid and it bugs the HELL out of me. If I see Anderson Cooper being over dramatic one more time, I just might have to scream.

Now on to the cute..........

We went over to the Gallo's on Saturday. We got to see the baby, got to play with Bradley, and we celebrated Lou's birthday (even though we made Lou cook). Greyson is making the cutest little faces, but for some reason, he keeps pooping every time I hold him. He did last week and now this week! But hey - at least I didn't have to change him. Bradley and I played trains for a little and he told me I had beautiful hair. Then he ate suckers with Uncle Brad (above). He is such a doll. Pretty soon, he is going to get to stay the weekend with me and Uncle Brad. We are going to take him to Fossil Rim Wildlife Park, then maybe stop in Granbury on the square. They have this old fashion toy store I want to take him too (or at least they used to).

Ahhhh....I love being an aunt! (Cause I can always send them home!! J/K!!)

Ike

Ike is my Dad. He is a sweet man. His namesake though is not.....I am talking about the storm Ike. Man it looks nasty. It is a monster. And we - so far away from the coast might even get some of the after effects of it.

So in a few hours, we will be getting the first of the rain, but I can't even imagine what the people down there are going through. If you haven't ever been to Galveston - It is just a city built on sand. It is a cute town with all those old mansions, and some great shops and lots to do. But the beach is just nasty. And after this, there probably won't even be that. We will see if the seawall that they built after that monster storm in 1900 (and killing between 6,000 - 10,000) will hold. But either way, they are screwed. I just hope too many people didn't stay. Cause for the most part, the houses there are small siding houses 1-2 stories.

We'll just have to wait and see.

The Tower of London - Or the Vet.....

Reena went to the vet on Monday to have her teeth cleaned. As everyone knows, she thinks she is a little princess. This is her "tail" (get it, tail instead of tale....witty huh?)

As written in Reena's diary:

September 8th, the 2008th year of our Lord.

First, I get shoved into the crate. Then a 15 minute ride to the V-E-T. I was so scared. It is like taking an English Gentleman to the Tower. That is how scary it is! I was trembling and panting. Momma said it broke her heart to see me that way, but apparently not enough since we still went there.

Then at the V-E-T I get pulled from my carriage, I mean crate, and put on a cold hard table. That is no way to treat a princess. Oh, one day they will pay for the humiliation I went through today. Oh, it was terrible, and I was so frightened that I, *blush*, I, uh, uh....... tee, teed on myself....... What shame!!! What fright!!!!! Oh to be that frightened, then so humiliated. It still makes me want to cry.

They then put this "restraint" on my tail to "take my blood pressure" but it was really some mid-evil torture. But I did not confess to whatever they were trying to get me to confess to......

Then my "Momma" - if she is really even that, took me to the back, and locked me in a cell. Since I am royalty, they did provide a bed and blanket, but that doesn't mean I didn't try to escape......

But then everything became a blur. They must have drugged me, because the next thing I know, I am in my carriage again, with Momma petting me and Daddy driving. When we get back to my palace, I discover that my arm is shaved. My beautiful fur gone. A reminder of my humiliation. My mouth is sore, no doubt due to some other torture inflicted on me. But my teeth are white.....strange.....

My Sweet little nephew - Greyson John Gallo

He was 7 lbs, 12 oz (yes - Andrea and I were the closest!!), 19 1/4 inches long. Momma and Baby are doing great!