Mood:  a-ok

I totally forgot to set my alarm clock last night before going to bed. Today WASN’T a day for sleeping in. Our Brigadier General is visiting today and there was still a lot to get done.

Thank God Fenwick can tell time. I woke up this morning to him frantically meowing outside my bedroom door. I yelled at him to be quiet that the alarm hadn’t gone off yet. I rolled over to see how much time I had left to sleep when I noticed that the clock read 5:45 AM. I normally wake up at 5:30. I got up and gave Fenwick lots of hugs and kisses and promised that I would buy him a present on the way home tonight. He proceeded to prance around the house like he knew he had done a good job. Now if I could only get him to realize that I don’t have to get up on the weekend.

Normally Lennie spends the night on Sunday and there is some discussion on the wake up time so I usually remember to set the alarm. Well he left yesterday afternoon for a two week trip to Charleston, SC for work so it just totally slipped my mind to turn the damn thing on.

We had a small argument Saturday night. Well it was more of a misunderstanding really. Even through we had worked through the issue before we went to bed. I was still a little pissy with him Saturday and part of Sunday. At brunch I realized how stupid I was being. I mean we had worked through it so I should be mad…right. So I decided to cheer up a bit. I didn’t want him leaving town thinking I was still angry. He commented later on how cold the goodbye was on both our parts. I told him I missed him and he told me he thought about me the whole drive down to SC. So I guess things are good. We still haven’t had a knock down drag out fight but I am sure it will happen before too long.

The General’s visit today went well. He was only here about 2 hours. He seems like an okay sort of guy. He believes that if you don’t pull your weight you should go which is good because there are a lot of people in our district that are just place holders. Another thing I noticed is that the man LOVES to tell stories. I thought he would go around the table and talk to each one of us about our jobs and some issues we have but instead he asked the group what their concerns were. A few people would answer and then he was interrupt and say, “That reminds me of a story.” And if he could find some way to tie it into a war story he would. The only thing I didn’t like was at one point he said if we were against the war or if we tried to encourage others not to serve in the war that we were un-American and should get the hell out of the country. One thing that makes this country great is that we can disagree. I may not like the war and I may not want Lennie to go off and fight. But I support our troops. And I think that most Americans feel the same way. Granted those who stand in front of a soldier’s funeral with picket signs with Anti-war slogans are tacky and retarded. But I should be able to say to whoever will listen that I hate the war and think we should bring our soldier home now without fear that I am going to be called un-American.

Okay enough ranting for one day. I have a ton of work to do. Till next time….