Overheard at Wal-Mart
Alternate title: The last time RATS are mentioned on TheHuckablog EVER!
“While we are here maybe we should get some rat poison.”
“RAT POISON! WHY? YOU SAID THERE WAS ONLY ONE!”
“I am sure there was only one–BUT, just in case maybe we should get some poison.”
“Fine by me. I even blogged that we were buying a ton of it. Get traps too.”
“Hmm. Well, this is the right kind I guess. Look, it says it takes four days for it to die after it ingests the poison.”
“I guess so it can take poison back to it’s nest.”
“Doesn’t that sound kinda mean to you? Four days of a slow death?”
“Did you forget who you are talking to? If we could buy a tiny rat water board I would! Just get what kills it the deadest!”
We bought the rat poison…….and kept it separate from the marshmallows we had to buy for The Son’s preschool Thanksgiving feast.
Filed under NaBloPoMo, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (3)Fetid, foul, rancid, rank, and malodorous
We found it.
Well, The Husband found it. I got grossed out and quit 15 minutes into the expedition.
It seems that when Little Blue (the 1990 Miata I got for my 16th birthday that has not run in five years) was moved back into our garage from his cozy little space in the barn at the In-laws compound….he brought a friend. A black furry friend with a l o n g pink tail.
Yes, A RAT WAS IN MY HOUSE!! That totally deserves another exclamation point!
We converted our garage into an office for The Husband about two years ago. The half closest to our house is office and workbench space. Then there is a partition. Then there is Little Blue sideways, all of our camping gear, nine hundred and twelve broken computers and hospital dictation stations that the hubs uses for “parts”, tools, and a whole lotta crap.
The rat left his nest in Little Blue’s engine and was making a fancy home out of shiny computer parts, wire, and paper under The Husband’s workbench, behind boxes of more computer junk. And then it died. And smelled-smelled a smell that needs a new word because smell just is not strong enough. Neither were fetid, foul, rancid, rank, or malodorous. And there were (oh MY GOD) bugs helping the decaying process.
The good news is it looks like it was a hermit rat because there is zero evidence it had friends. Just in case, now might be a good time to buy stock in DCON because I predict that they will have a sudden spike in sales in our area.
It is now gone and the smell is quickly dissipating, but we have to move anyway because I can’t forget, and on Monday we are all going to the doctor because I am sure we have cholera.
Filed under Boy is my face red, NaBloPoMo, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (2)I think about things.
Right. So, my kid has to have a nap. I think I have told you this before, but if not–if he does not get a nap by six PM he makes everyone around him wish they were on a different continent. He HATES napping because it is valuable time he could be doing things like not listening, refusing to eat food not covered in chocolate, or taking apart everything we own (he took apart my hairdryer yesterday). Like any good mother would–I trick him into falling asleep in the afternoon.
First, I put on his resting music (Enya), then I shut the door and drop his shade and lie on his bed with him reading the most boring books he owns. I tell him he does not have to sleep; but, he does have to lie still and rest his muscles. He USUALLY falls asleep on my arm while I read.
Problem? He is asleep on my arm. I move-he wakes up. He wakes up-world stops rotating by six. This means for at least an hour each day I am in his bed holding a sweetly sleeping preschooler. I am not complaining about this, in fact it is one of my favorite parts of the day. However, when I am lying there I think about things. Important things. Like:
I think it is ridiculous Glee got bumped for two weeks for some stupid baseball game. I think Kurt and Sue are my favorite Glee characters–and I know so after this weeks episode. I think I am officially a Gleek.
I think the pictures I took of kids in the big pile of leaves today turned out really well, even if leaves fell out of my undies when I went to the bathroom earlier.
I think my husband needs to figure out where the smell in our garage/office is coming from so he can quit working on my dining room table. I think the smell is from where something evil died an evil death and now is making an evil stank.
I think BiL needs to marry this chick in my OES chapter. They are made for each other, and as soon as they meet I am sure they will live happily ever after.
I think this was a really interesting article which crosses party lines, sorta and makes some good points.
I think I need to start seriously taking care of Christmas gifts and cards.
I think his head is really heavy.
I think my arm is asleep.
I think I wish I were asleep.
I think…zzzzzzzzzz.
Filed under NaBloPoMo | Comments (2)Baby fever is affecting my brain.
I was looking for pictures for another post and I got distracted.
Look at his little old man hair. Now I have to comb a thick mess every morning. Well. I should comb it.
This is a little BABY. This baby told me today “Mama, I feel frustrated that the Sneetchs are so mean.” I had to spell check frustrated. My kid says words I can’t spell.
Look at that chub! The wrists are killing me. That is nothing but breast milk chub.
This is not looking good people. The fever has hit, and I am afraid I may be a casualty.
Now what?
photos by JHJ, November 2006
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Happy veterans day! While no one in my immediate family is a veteran (we all tend to be more in the computer geek/flat foot/asthma category), we here at thehuckablog FULLY support our military, active or not. We also like dogs so, viola! Dogs + soldiers= teary eyed win.
Thank you ladies and gentleman of our military, and thanks to your families–dogs included–for sharing so nicely.
Go here for even more jumping, tail wagging, camo wearing awesomeness.
Thanks @lookydaddy for the link.
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I was at church this morning helping decorate for a fancy luncheon being held there this afternoon. My mom was in the kitchen cooking and we were chatting as we worked. She told me that she and my dad had gone over to my grandparents apartment to give Grandpa his birthday gift that finally arrived. (hang in there, this story is going somewhere I promise.) Anyway, the gift was a hat to match his winter coat…the problem was that both he and my Grandma FORGOT that the coat even existed.
On the way home I was thinking of all of the random things they have been forgetting lately. It was depressing until I had a cheery thought–maybe they will forget things I WANT them to forget! Like maybe my Grandpa will forget that time when I was sixteen that he walked in on my boyfriend and I making out..and the boy’s hand was totally up my shirt.
I thought all three of us were going to die of embarrassment.
Maybe Grandpa forgot the second base incident, but dang it I just told my mother. And MMiL. And who knows who else.
Crap.
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The Birthday Boy is in red BUT you have to watch this video to figure out who it is. Um, yeah my kiddo is covered in marker–from making a birthday card!
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