So yeah, we have mice. Mike confirmed it this morning when he went into the crawl space to get something.
Mike: Yeah, we got mice.
Me: Are you sure? Stupid twat, what do you think? He mistook the cat for a mouse?
Mike: Um, unless it was a rat; it was a mouse.
Me: Yup, sounds like we have mice.
We have a cat. If you can call him that. He’s a skittish mess of a cat. It’s not his fault being that he’s a pet store special; so inbred I don’t think he knows his ass from his head. But oh so lovable! squishy! and cuddly!
Apparently my stupid inbred (lovable! squishy! and cuddly!) cat is incapable of protecting his domain from a couple of weenie field mice. Or he’s just too damn fucked in the head spoiled to realize that they. are. prey. cats. kill. mice. for. fun.
How come they are roaming free in my basement? Do they know that he’s to prissy to kill them or at least shoo them away?
You think if I held off on the food long enough he’d eat them?
I swear I heard them laughing at me as I cleaned their shit out from under the sink today.
Damn mice. Damn! You!
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You know how I like a good meme. Respect the meme my mama always told me. Kellypea shared one with me yesterday (sort of – since she said I was included but didn’t even mention me in her post. *pffft* What-evah! No hard feelings M’kay?)
“In the Spotlight Meme”
Are You a Spiritual Person?
Nope. I wouldn’t say I am. I was raised without values morals spirituality being a big part of my upbringing. My mom was never one to pray, go to church, or even talk about God so it wasn’t part of our lives. My step-dad is an atheist and I truly find the scientific explanation more believable interesting.
What Makes Your Blog Unique?
Nothing. I am a conformist, follower, copy-cat, despicable human being. I have no life, thought process or personality of my own. Frankly, why are you even here? Booorrr-ing.
What Are Your Feelings on the “Blog Popularity†Issue?
I hate it because I’m not in the “in” crowd. I am like that little loser on the realm the the circle peering in just trying to get noticed. No one has the time for me or even looks in my general direction. I’ve always been popular and this is one contest I am not winning. *sobs* Why don’t you like me?!
(Years of therapy and wine haven’t been able to get me to open up like that. I should drink confess more often.)
When Did You Start Blogging?
Check the archives. It’s there. Is it good? Not. at. all. But it’s there. Coming from the down and dirty world of message boards *boo* *hiss* I wasn’t sure what I was ready to open up about and frankly the first three months (or more depending on who you talk to) are utter shite. I warned you. Don’t go there.
Congrats to the following bloggers, who I’ve been stalking reading for a while now (two have jumped ship from the life of message boards and are venturing into blogging – doing a great job learning how to open up – faster and better then I), the other person? Well, she’s just fun and I like her and recently designed a kick ass template for her.
Without further adieu; Tinamtl, ShawnaG, and the Impatient Blogger.
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Did a new design. Check it. Laural rocks my socks. Go say hi. Tell her I sent you!
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Omigosh! I LOVE the new design you did for LD! LOVE IT! I came here to tell you — because I would never come here to read you because you’re SUCH a blog LOSER!!!!!
The best kind of popular people are those who don’t know it — that’s you babe. You’re a force to be reckoned with in this here blog community! And, DUDE, I love this white font on red background: can’t. stop. typing. because. love. this.!!! xo
Hahaha, thanks Hale! I can always count on you to lift my spirts! You make me all warm and fuzzy!
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You are so calm.
When I had mmmmmmmmice this past January (remember january’s “July” weather for 2 weeks – then a sudden cold snap…yeah…that sent them all running for warm shelter…right here …in my attic. I STILL have nightmares…and everytime I hear a crack I think of them.
They came in by the garage. They are f-ing disgusting. and you need to wipe their shit down with bleach Sam. Vile stuff. Poison. It was THE ONLY WAY. Usually you have the attic treated. That is where they live. When they come in – the exterminator said – first thing they do – is GO UP.
Bet the attic has proof. G’luck
(thanks for the nice words.)
It took me forever to check out your blog cause I keep going to your website.
And, then, there was my blog staring straight back at me. Too funny.
As for the mice … my worst nightmare. We had mice at my apartment when I was a student and then I got a cat to get rid of them. But, she was not a “mouser”. Who knew. She would look at them and shake and run in the opposite direction. So there I was terrified of the mouse holding a cat who was also terrified of the mouse, and the mice at that apartment were extremely bold.
I ended up sleeping with a hockey stick. (and soon moved). I have no advice about mice – though my friend names them – and quite enjoys the ones in her house (weird.)
Woo Hoo or some kind of blog lingo shit like that. I enjoyed your responses to the meme. As far as the popularity issues goes, uh…who cares? Your blog designs are amazing. And the sandals story up top is hilarious.
And I already got tagged again. Shit. No, I won’t bother you again. And I’m sorry for being so pathetically stoopid for not writing you in my post. Ugh. L-O-S-E-R. Right?
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