Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Ah ha! I am obviously not a spammer

Well, it's good to know I'm not an evil spammer.

*Monty Python music starts* Spam spam spam spam spam....

The Menu.

- Egg and bacon
- Egg, sausage and bacon
- Egg and spam
- Egg, bacon and spam
- Egg, bacon, sausage and spam
- Spam, bacon, sausage and spam
- Spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam
- Spam, spam, spam, egg, and spam
- Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam
- Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a Mornay sauce garnished with truffle paté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam
- Spam, sausage, spam, spam, spam, bacon, spam, tomato and spam


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Monday, July 30, 2007

Uh oh....

First things first, Emily has decided to finish up her high school diploma at public school. While I was kind of looking forward to having her at home, mainly because she's really neat - it will also make my life a little easier.

After all, when one's child is in public school, one just turns one's child over to the government and THEY do all the work, making sure credits are in order, major tests are taken, and transcripts look good for colleges.

ALSO, and more interestingly, my blog has been LOCKED!!! Apparently Blogger thinks my blog has all the earmarks of a spam blog. WHAT?

What exactly ARE the earmarks and what could there possibly be about my blog that makes it LOOK like a spam blog?

Furthermore, what on earth is the point of a spam blog? Surely people come to blogs of their own free will? Isn't that kind of like deliberately watching a shopping channel?? Or an all-ad channel? Why on earth would someone do that of their own free will?

But it makes life kind of interesting I suppose.

I'm REALLY interested in what the point of a spam blog is and what the earmarks of them are. I'm going to have to research it just for fun.

Bert's in Seattle this week. We're going to miss him.

And now...back to my regularly scheduled programme of Age of Empires. I'm so addicted to that game.

Hey. Where's Ben? I've just realized it's nearly 8pm and he's been at Chase's house for 7 hours. I should probably call and find out what's going on there.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Oh boy...

This morning I awoke and exercised my body on the treadmill for half an hour, jumped in the shower, got dressed, put a load of laundry in the washer, dressed Andrew, made up the milk, and set out the breakfast stuff ALL BEFORE SCRIPTURES!

Man! I'm feeling really proud of myself! I'd be even prouder if I'd actually done my deskwork today instead of faffing about on the computer. =D

Anyway, after family scripture study and breakfast I went out to Emily's school - Independence High School - to get her transcript, PSAT/PLAN scores and early graduation information. I ended up talking to a counselor which left me feeling that if Emily goes there for the next two years it's not so bad.

When Emily woke up I laid out all the info for her and was surprised when she didn't jump all over the early graduation at PS thing. Turns out she'd prayed last night and felt that she should homeschool.

Unfortunately, she'd prayed that the Lord give her the same answer he gave Bert and I....she didn't pray that he would let her know what she should do. I can imagine the Lord going, "Hmmm, well, that's an odd thing to pray for as it doesn't really tell you anything, but if you really want the exact same answer as your Mum and Dad, here you go...."

I've asked Emily to please walk around Independence before she makes her final decision. It needs to be made by Monday as the deadline for notifying the LEA is the 1st August and I'd like an extra day for wiggle room.

Sooooo....still no firm decision. Monday's the day.

In other news, Emily's friends and church leaders are being so totally unsupportive. *sigh* =(

Wednesday, July 25, 2007


Oh my gosh, I found it!!!! That poem I was waffling about - the one about Maria Zambaco and Edward Coley Burne-Jones. I can't believe it. I'm so thrilled. Here's the painting it refers to:

The Beguiling of Merlin

By Keeley Brooks

As Zambaco trapped Merlin
so do you, my love
beguile me with your morality
and i prick myself on this hawthorn bush
bleed drops of my obsession
you've cut the snakes twisted around your head
the tongues and venom remain
flicking killing everyone but me
am i safe within the protective warmth of your arms?
or will the poison drip onto me
burn me
(the master of unintentional hurt)
my eyes never leave you
your femininity seduces
i break words written in stone
and cut my feet on the shards
as i come to you
heeding your silent siren call

I've spent the past few minutes reviewing all the poetry I wrote, and I've fallen in love with it all over again. How can one possibly know if one actually writes good poetry if one insists on being in love with it? How can one be objective about one's own child? It's frustrating.

Way fun timewaster

I found



And it's FUN, CUTE, SILLY and USEFUL all at the same time. What more could you want?

In other news, while Emily and I still have not felt a definitive answer concerning her schooling, Bert has definitely felt good about homeschooling Emily and is wanting to move ahead with it. I trust him - but I really would like to know for myself. I feel uncomfortable moving ahead with anything until I know for myself.

It's frustrating. I feel quite inadequate because of it, which is not a good way to start off the year. Only 4-5 more days left to decide. I'm feeling a little panicked.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Spare the Rod

Let me state absolutely categorically that I do not believe in spanking children in anger. If one is trying to teach one's children self-control, how can one possibly do that when one is OUT of control? When you are out of control, your hands become a weapon. Hands were made to uplift, help, comfort, love.

My husband and I, shortly after Emily reached her second or third birthday, came to the conclusion that spanking was wrong. I remember clearly that she had sent me UP the wall and DOWN the other side and I spanked her. It was VERY clear to me that my Father in Heaven was VERY displeased with this child abuse.

OTOH, one time Emily...or was it Ben? I forget. Anyway, one of them about the age of 6-8 or something, had misbehaved. I put...I'm sure it was Emily...I put Emily over my knee. I told her I was going to spank her but first we were going to talk about it. We talked together. Then I "spanked" her. Now...as I type this I'm smiling because I barely touched her. Knowing the punishment was really the anticipation, I barely tapped her. The poor child burst into tears and I immediately lifted her up and held her sooo tight and told her how proud I was of her and I loved her.

BUT.....it STILL FELT WRONG. I was in control of my emotions. We talked, I barely tapped her...and it STILL didn't feel right. So I've never disciplined any of my children in that "talk then tap" manner since.

A couple of times since then I've lost my temper and swatted and every single time it's felt WRONG.

Here is some great parenting advice courtesy of D&C 121: 41-46. While it talks about the priesthood and how a priesthood holder should behave both with his family and in the church, I believe it applies to all people, including parents raising children.

"No power or influence can or ought to be maintained by virtue of the priesthood, only by persuasion, by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned;

By kindness, and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile -

Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou has reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy;

That he may know that thy faithfulness is stronger than the cords of death.

Let thy bowels also be full of charity towards all men, and to the household of faith, and let virtue garnish thy thoughts unceasingly; then shall they confidence wax strong in the presence of God; and the doctrine of the priesthood shall distil upon thy soul as the dews from heaven.

The Holy Ghost shall be thy constant companion, and thy scepter an unchanging scepter of righteousness and truth; and thy dominion shall be an everlasting dominion, and without compulsory means it shall flow unto thee forever and ever."

In other words, be kind always, and gentle, as Jesus was.

"reproving betimes with sharpness" = before things get out of hand, explain the situation to your child with clarity, so if they go ahead and do what they should not do, it will be with eyes wide open, knowing exactly what they are doing. Most children, when their eyes are open and they are unable to practice self-deceit because of the light and clarity you have brought to the situation, will not then deliberately disobey. If they do, normally they accept the natural consequences of misbehavior. No need for yelling, no need for spanking. Just gentle love. And remember....only "when moved upon by the Holy Ghost"

Let me also make it clear, though, that I don't think it's ok to let your child do everything and anything they want. Before your child turns 18...or perhaps older, depending on their maturity level...their brains are not (and I'm speaking strictly biologically here) fully developed. Teenagers are influenced by hormones that make their brains leak out of their ears and they need just as much guidance as a four year old crossing the road. In fact, I would say they need MORE guidance. I disagree that it's ok for a mother to go back to work once their children are in school - in my opinion as a child gets older they need their parent just as much as when they were younger, but in a different way. They no longer need you to make their food and feed it to them, but they do need to talk over their day with you.

Which is why homeschooling is so wonderful - many opportunities to talk whenever the child feels comfortable talking. Family unity and harmony is preserved. The child has a solid foundation from which to leap off as a secure, self-confident, well-educated adult. When the foundation is secure, the child can reach extremely high. When the foundation is rickety and insecure...

So anyway, back to sparing the rod. The actual phrase "Spare the rod, spoil the child" actually appears NOWHERE in the bible at all. Solomon had some personal opinions about raising children that I don't necessarily agree with...I'm fairly sure they aren't the Lord's opinions when one takes into account the scripture in D&C. In 1 Nephi the Lord revealed that the "Iron Rod" is the Word of God...or, in other words, the scriptures.

Therefore: "Spare the rod, spoil the child" = "if you don't teach your children about the Lord through the scriptures, your child will suffer."

I have just come across a website:


I have not yet perused its offerings, but I think I'm going to enjoy it.

After all, isn't that what Christ was all about? Loving gentleness, especially to His little ones?

Friday, July 20, 2007

The world just keeps on spinning

I have another inner ear infection. I have learned my lesson from last time I had one...I neither went to the doctor nor spent money on medication that made me feel worse. Instead, I've simply taken it somewhat easy.

Luckily, this bout wasn't half as bad as the previous one, and here I am on day two feeling only slightly fuzzy, foggy and dizzy. Yesterday was fun with lots of spinning. Today's not so bad. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

It has just now occurred to me that having an inner ear infection is like being drunk. I haven't been drunk in so long that it took me a while to make the connection.

- dizzy and off balance
- fuzzy and not-quite-with it
- brain not working correctly
- a little emotional
- The worse the infection/the more you drink = the more nauseous you get

I can't think of anything else. I'm sure there's more similarities but my brain's not working right so I can't think of them.

In other news:

- Ben met a new friend today and is happily playing with him. I'm so pleased. =)

- Andrew has been babysat the past two days with TV because I haven't been up to anything else. The guilt this has raised in my dizzy breast is about to overwhelm me.

- Prayers about Emily homeschooling this year and going to college next year have yielded, to my absolute astonishment, a probable "no" from Heavenly Father. I'm so surprised that I need to pray about it more to make sure I heard correctly. I mean...I'm as surprised about this "No" as I was about the "Yes" for Benjamin! Why the "no"? I have no idea. It makes TOTAL sense to me to pull Emily out of the toxic public school environment...but then I don't have the omnipotent view do I? =)

I've just learned that when the Lord says "No", you sure as heck better not do that thing otherwise things will turn out BAAAAAAAAAD and when you whine to Heavenly Father about it He'll say "I'm sooo sorry things are bad right now. Didn't I TELL you NOT to do that? I'll help you as much as I can, but you do need to experience the consequences of your choices...That's what Freedom of Choice is all about."

I think we all need to pray more to make sure this is the correct decision. Emily especially.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Oh my!

My anti-homeschool-pro-public-school-there's-no-way-I'm-ever-going-to-homeschool-just-about-to-enter-junior-year daughter asked if I thought it would be possible for her to homeschool this year and complete her junior and senior year in one year and go to college Fall 2008.


Ok. She's a mature, intelligent girl with a good GPA....but how on earth do I organise all this? Is it even possible? Would it look good to a College to have this on her transcript?

Much prayer is needed.

OTOH, it most certainly answers several prayers of mine. I can't remember if I've ever posted all the things she's experienced at public school this year.

Hold on a mo....

Ok, here we go. There was a lady on one of the homeschool lists I'm on that was asking about public school. I began to write a reply, thinking my answer would be quite well balanced between positive and negative...but this is what came out:

- We found it very difficult to register for school here. The hoops we had to jump through drove me bananas.

- My daughter, Emily, personally knows people who smoke, drink, do drugs and engage in immoral activities; the most shocking of these is when she came home telling me how sad it was that her friend lost her baby.

- A young man was irritated that Emily wouldn't date him told a friend of hers that he'd considered coming to school and putting a gun to her head and forcing her to go out with him.

- A friend of HIS was so incensed that Emily wouldn't date his friend that he took to accosting her in the hallway and calling her vile names that she wouldn't repeat to us. He did this several times, threatening to beat her up. He even did it in a classroom right in front of the teacher - who sat there doing nothing. Emily retaliated and made him cry. The teacher still did nothing. It got so bad that Emily considered changing schools until she learned the young man was moving during the summer, so just stuck it out until the end of the year.

- Emily had an art teacher who, although she was a bit odd, encouraged Emily and forced her to stretch. Emily produced an absolutely beautiful painting because of this. Unfortunately, this art teacher (female) engaged in rather inappropriate (immoral) activities in the dark room with a female student. Furthermore, another student captured this encounter with her cell phone camera. The parents found the pictures, called the principal, and the art teacher was ultimately fired. I found out about this from Emily after the end of the school year. As it was my daughter's teacher that was involved, and thusly my daughter's education, I feel the principal should have let me know.

- My daughter treated almost every one of these experiences as no big deal, which I find quite scary. This means that the stuff she experienced was not out of the ordinary for her. Which means that kind of stuff is happening all the time. She was not happy at the thought of being held at gunpoint, as you can imagine.

This is just one year's experience, in a fairly new, well thought of high school.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Oh my gosh! My sides hurt. Owwwwww

A child calls 911 for help.....


Counting my many blessings

If you are able to, please go here to read about Noah:


And if you have a few dollars to spare, please consider donating them to help him.

I know money is so tight these days, so if you don't have the money then perhaps you can pray for them.

How thankful I am to my Heavenly Father that my children are healthy. Oh thank you, Lord, thank you thank you.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Bother, I'm getting old.

I came online to do something. Before I did that something, I decided to check the blogs I love to peruse:

MIller Family in Jakarta
These are friends of ours from Canton who got sent to Indonesia with Ford. YES! Ford actually still employs people! Anyway, It's an excessively interesting blog.

Baby Steps
HOW this woman manages to get everything done I don't know. I feel REALLY guilty after reading it, especially after I've allowed my child to watch three hours of Peep. Furthermore, she's an amazing photographer.

Fish in my Hair
Ok, this woman is THE FUNNIEST blog I have EVER read. How she didn't win the award I'll never know. I find my family giving me funny looks whenever I read it because I don't realize how loud I'm laughing. You HAVE to read her "How not to win friends and influence people" and "I'll have a small pizza, a diet coke, and a helmet" entries. Also, her children are really cute.

These are Days
A young family's journey through adoption. As I'm REALLY broody and seriously considering adoption - if I could only convince my husband it's a good idea - I'm finding this blog fascinating, and I'm taking notes.

Guilt-Free Homeschooling
This is where I go when I need a boost because I feel like a failure of a Mother and a HS Mom. Ie, every day.

Ok, so AFTER I perused all those fun blogs, I TOTALLY forgot why I came online in the first place. This is what I get for being
1) a lazy bum
2) a terrible procrastinator and

Emily went to Youth Conference in Bowling Green, Kentucky today. She was SO excited. =) She'll come home on Saturday, just a few hours before Bert comes home from Japan.

Ben and I completed homeschooling by 10am this morning, then Chase Stolworthy came around and played Guitar Hero 2. Then Ben went to Lego Robotics camp, then I met him, Jack, David, and Jack's parents at Chick-Fil-A (Which, believe it or not, is Mormon owned...that's why it's never open on a Sunday). You know what? I hate fast food. It's just disgusting. Anyway, after Chick-fil-a, Ben, Jack, David and Jack's Dad went to see Harry Potter. Ben said it was "beastly" - meaning he LOVED it. =) He said Ron was a jerk though. I told him off. We don't say jerk, it's rude.

Time for bed. =) Ni'night all.

Sunday, July 08, 2007


In preparing the list of artists for Ben's Art Appreciation this year, I came across Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones, and it reminded me of this painting:

The Beguiling of Merlin

In this painting, Burne-Jones has depicted himself as Merlin trapped in a hawthorn bush and Maria Zambaco as the Lady of the Lake reading from a book of spells. In the Arthurian legend, Merlin is absolutely infatuated with the Lady of the Lake, and she entraps him. In real life Burne-Jones was having an affair with Zambaco and it was a total MESS and ended very badly with Zambaco attempting suicide in public.

This painting so inspired me I wrote a poem which I remember as totally amazing. =D It began, "As Zambaco trapped Merlin..." I was so excited on remembering this poem that I went searching for it....

And I CAN'T FIND IT!!!!!

I feel like my arm's been ripped off. Where is that poem? AGGHHHH!

Saturday, July 07, 2007

It's hard to wait

Another negative pregnancy test this morning.

WHY do I do this to myself? Go through days of hoping hoping hoping....and then nothing.

I'm starting to doubt myself. Several times I've prayed about having another child and I've felt the spirit whisper "soon..." but....then the negative pregnancy test. So maybe I'm just imagining it? Though I'm so sure I'm not. Maybe I'm just impatient. "Soon" doesn't mean this month...or this year. =(

And I was so hopeful this month...as I am every month. There was that slight tightness across my abdomen that had me really hoping.

But no. I suppose I should learn. If I'm not feeling like I'm going to throw up from day one, then I'm not pregnant. *sigh*

HOW did I cope with the seven years of waiting for Andrew? Maybe that's why the whole family loves him so - we waited so long for him.

When will this other little one come? I'm getting old and tired and feeling a bit like Abraham's Sarah - though she was quite a bit older than me. =D How old was she, anyway? Do we know?

I'm going to drown my sorrows in a bowl of homemade muesli:

4 1/2 cups rolled oats
1/2 cup toasted wheat germ
1/2 cup wheat bran
1/2 cup oat bran
1 cup raisins (I prefer dates)
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
1/4 cup brown sugar (I add 1/3-1/2 =Þ)
1/4 cup raw sunflower seeds

Stored in an airtight container, it keeps for two months. I keep mine in a pretty glass un-airtight jar on my kitchen counter because it's normally gone within a week. =D

The first time I made this I had neither the wheat bran nor the sunflower seeds and I think I preferred it. I think I may add millet next time as I really like millet. Not a traditional muesli ingredient though. =D Maybe some cracked flax seed might be nice....

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Household Principles for Children from the Old Testament

Household Principles for Children from the Old Testament
- Lamentations of the Father by Ian Frazier

I - Laws of Forbidden Places

Of the beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the hoofed animals, broiled or ground into burgers, you may eat, but not in the living room. Of the cloven-hoofed animal, plain or with cheese, you may eat, but not in the living room.

Of the cereal grains, of the corn and of the wheat and of the oats, and of all the cereals that are of bright color and unknown provenance you may eat, but not in the living room. Of quiescently frozen dessert and of all frozen after-meal treats you may eat, but absolutely not in the living room. Of the juices and other beverages, yes, even of those in sippy-cups, you may drink, but not in the living room, neither may you carry such therein. Indeed, when you reach the place where the living room carpet begins, of any food or beverage there you may not eat, neither may you drink. But if you are sick, and are lying down and watching something, then may you eat in the living room.

II - Laws When at Table

And if you are seated in your high chair, or in a chair such as a greater person might use, keep your legs and feet below you as they were. Neither raise up your knees, nor place your feet upon the table, for that is an abomination to me. Yes, even when you have an interesting bandage to show, your feet upon the table are an abomination, and worthy of rebuke.

Drink your milk as it is given you, neither use on it any utensils, nor fork, nor knife, nor spoon, for that is not what they are for; if you will dip your blocks in the milk, and lick it off, you will be sent away.

When you have drunk, let the empty cup then remain upon the table, and do not bite it upon its edge and by your teeth hold it to your face in order to make noises in it sounding like a duck: for you will be sent away.

When you chew your food, keep your mouth closed until you have swallowed, and do not open it to show your brother or your sister what is within; I say to you, do not so, even if your brother or your sister has done the same to you.

Eat your food only; do not eat that which is not food; neither seize the table between your jaws, nor use the raiment of the table to wipe your lips. I say again to you, do not touch it, but leave it as it is.

And though your stick of carrot does indeed resemble a marker, draw not with it upon the table, even in pretend, for we do not do that, that is why. And though the pieces of broccoli are very like small trees, do not stand them upright to make a forest, because we do not do that, that is why.

Sit just as I have told you, and do not lean to one side or the other, nor slide down until you are nearly slid away. Heed me; for if you sit like that, your hair will go into the syrup. And now behold, even as I have said, it has come to pass.

III - Laws Pertaining to Dessert

For we judge between the plate that is unclean and the plate that is clean, saying first, if the plate is clean, then you shall have dessert.

But of the unclean plate, the laws are these: If you have eaten most of your meat, and two bites of your peas with each bite consisting of not less than three peas each, or in total six peas, eaten where I can see, and you have also eaten enough of your potatoes to fill two forks, both forkfuls eaten where I can see, then you shall have dessert.

But if you eat a lesser number of peas, and yet you eat the potatoes, still you shall not have dessert; and if you eat the peas, yet leave the potatoes uneaten, you shall not have dessert, no, not even a small portion thereof.

And if you try to deceive by moving the potatoes or peas around with a fork, that it may appear you have eaten what you have not, you will fall into iniquity. And I will know, and you shall have no dessert.

IV - On Screaming

Do not scream; for it is as if you scream all the time. If you are given a plate on which two foods you do not wish to touch each other are touching each other, your voice rises up even to the ceiling, while you point to the offense with the finger of your right hand; but I say to you, scream not, only remonstrate gently with the server, that the server may correct the fault.

Likewise if you receive a portion of fish from which every piece of herbal seasoning has not been scraped off, and the herbal seasoning is loathsome to you and steeped in vileness, again I say, refrain from screaming. Though the vileness overwhelm you, and cause you a faint unto death, make not that sound from within your throat, neither cover your face, nor press your fingers to your nose. For even I have made the fish as it should be; behold, I eat it myself, yet do not die.

V - Concerning Face and Hands

Cast your countenance upward to the light, and lift your eyes to the hills, that I may more easily wash you off. For the stains are upon you; even to the very back of your head, there is rice thereon.

And in the breast pocket of your garment, and upon the tie of your shoe, rice and other fragments are distributed in a manner wonderful to see.

Only hold yourself still; hold still, I say. Give each finger in its turn for my examination thereof, and also each thumb. Lo, how iniquitous they appear. What I do is as it must be; and you shall not go hence until I have done.

VI - Various Other Laws, Statutes, and Ordinances

Bite not, lest you be cast into quiet time. Neither drink of your own bath water, nor of the bath water of any kind; nor rub your feet on bread, even if it be in the package; nor rub yourself against cars, not against any building; nor eat sand.

Leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done, that you should so afflict it with tape? And hum not the humming in your nose as I read, nor stand between the light and the book.

Indeed, you will drive me to madness. Nor forget what I said about the tape.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

No, we can NOT keep him


The children are freaked, asking to sleep at their friends' houses so they can be away from the mouse.

Bert turns up - saviour of the family. =)

He sets up the mousetrap.

He asks for a camera.

He takes a picture.

Yes, that is the mouse exploring the trap. All around it. On top of it. But not in it.

Bert said "Isn't he cool?"

NO, he is NOT cool! He has pooed on my counter. In my sink. On my BATHROOM FLOOR!!!!

Ben, reading over my shoulder said "Yeah, but we'd take care of him, we'd take care of the poo."

I advise him to read the title of this entry.

N. O. NO!

Everyone stand on a chair and scream

A few days ago I came downstairs, looked at the counter and muttered under my breath at the last person who did the baking and left burnt on bits of crud on the countertop.

Something in the deep, dark recesses of my brain went ".....hold on....that's not quite right...."

I cleaned it up for a couple of mornings after that, and just after I'd got rid of the burnt crud something in my head went "BING!"

And the next morning I looked at it before I cleaned it up.

Yes indeed.

Not crud. Poo.

I saved it for Bert to look at. He agreed. Definitely poo. From a mouse bottom, probably.

I was CREEPED OUT to say the least.

This morning he came upstairs and cheerfully announced our visitor had returned in the night. There were many more droppings than before on the counter. We decided to check the cabinet where the dishes were kept. Yep, there it was. Then Bert opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink. LOADS of droppings.

Bert went to Home Depot on the way to work to get a humane trap. Don't want the little buggers in my house, but I don't want to poison them and have them die a lingering painful death. And I don't want their little corpses decomposing in the house.

I was SERIOUSLY freaked out. I put EVERYTHING in the dishwasher and disinfected it. I cleaned out the cabinets and disinfected them. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.

SO this evening Emily is at Victoria's house, Ben is at Chase's house, Bert's still at work (it's Tuesday and thus he won't be home until about 11pm because of the teleconference with Japan), Andrew's in bed.

Thus, I am alone.


And it's very very quiet.

And I hear a funny little noise in the kitchen and I think "what the heck?" and then I think "Oh no!"

And oh YES, there is a MOUSE on my counter.

I shrieked. He ran TO the cooker and went down INSIDE IT. Down the burners!!! EEEEK!!!!!

As I'm looking he obviously decides he's safe because he starts CLIMBING BACK UP. I shriek, he disappears, I grab packaging tape (where the heck is the duct tape when you need it?) and plastic bags and tape up the entire cooker top.

I start putting everything into the dishwasher just incase the little blighter finds another way onto the counter. I'm wiping the counters as clean as I can get them because I don't want any tempting residue hanging around when I see a mouse run from under the cooker RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE I WAS, over the kitchen floor to the gap between the dishwasher and the cabinet.

And as soon as I saw it....I joke not....this is what I did:

I screamed, ran to the living room and stood on a chair.


What the heck? Is that just instinct or what?

So here I am at the computer, loud music playing (currently Black Stone Cherry's "Lonely Train"), glancing over at the kitchen every two seconds in an extremely freaked out manner.

Oh Bertie, please come home soon and save me from the little beasties.

In other funky news, my dog was NO help at all.

HE didn't care that I was being attacked by an army of rabid mice. He's probably in league with them.

His name? Maus..."mouse" in German. I joke not.