Sometimes when life seems crazy and out of control….
When the roof leaks and you notice the water spot on the ceiling, above your bed, growing….
When your elderly cat pees on the laundry room floor and you are the one blessed to clean it up…..
When the dog barks at 3am….again…….
When the to list has become a monkey on your back…..
And all you really want is to take a nap. Or to read a good book. Or enjoy a really rich cup of hot chocolate, but then you remember you can’t drink milk anymore…….
It is at times like these when one needs to laugh.
Laugh hard. Laugh loud. Throw in a couple of good snorts.
Laugh until your sides ache, and your eyes water.
Then laugh some more.
Laughter is good for the body…..and the soul.
God gave us a sense of humor, and we were created in His image.
I think God has a sense of humor too. He must.
On this note, I’ve pulled some funny blog posts from my archives, to hopefully give you some good laughs today:)
Of Mice and Men…Uh Make That Women Too.
Life is difficult right now for a lot of people. The economy is in a slump, people not being able to find jobs, penny pinching is the norm. We could all use a good laugh, and because I don’t mind using my own fiasco’s of life to make for a good story and hopefully some smiles….here it is.
Those of you that have been reading my blog for awhile know that my family moved into our new house this past summer. We had built it ourselves (of course with the help of at least a million other people) and are pretty happy with how things have turned out. Except for the fact that since we built our house in the middle of what used to be open farmland, basically a big field, we have field mice. Okay, so we moved into their territory…..they need to get over it! They invaded our garage in full rodent force. That was bad enough as I am not friends of rodents named Mickey, Stuart, or Jerry. Well, really I’m not friends with any rodents. Period.Um….as a matter of fact I am an arch enemy. Just so you know where I stand.
So, the fact we had these furry creatures in our garage was bad enough……but when one escaped into the living quarters of the house…..and by living quarters I mean the master bedroom/bath…..this was all out war! So, here is the story from my point of view, others might say differently (namely my husband) but don’t listen to them…because I’m telling the story here.
The other night I had to use the bathroom before going to bed. (as God gave me the bladder the size of a pea, that is just my burden to bear) It was a little after 10 and I was tired. I trudged into the bathroom and had just sat down when IT ran right under my feet. At this point my brain has not caught up with my vocal cords. As I lifted my feet straight off the floor I let out a scream. My brain kicked in when my husband came tearing into the bathroom, at my obvious distress. The fact that I’m sitting on the toilet with my legs stuck straight out, pointing at the corner of the room….. he guessed it was the mouse. He is a smart man. I, still perched on the toilet, told him “to get it!” He grabbed a trap we had (since we had been trying to get the fur ball since the evening before) and he cornered the mouse. Long story short the mouse got his leg caught in the trap and there was a lot of squealing going on. (by the mouse,not my husband) My husband stood there with a wriggling mouse. He was my hero! The Mouse Master!
So, he wasn’t sure what to do with it since it was still alive. He took it outside where our outdoor kitty saw him and thought to herself, ” Daddy, thank you so much! You brought me a night time snack. How thoughtful of you.” She took off with it and needless to say the bathroom mouse was no more.
As an ending to the story I had to clean up the mouse “remnants” the next morning. Yuck. I know why I hate mice and their little “presents” they leave behind. I cloroxed everything. Let that clean aroma be a deterrent to any other rodents that get the idea that they can share my house. The only time I’m interested in seeing a rodent is if it’s on TV being chased by Tom.
Simply NOT Acceptable
Last night I was in bed, all propped up with pillows, snuggled in my super soft blanket, hubby by my side. I was checking out something on my lap top with one eye while I watched TV with the other. (it’s a gift) Then I saw IT. Well, I thought I saw it. Okay, I sort of saw it, out of the corner of my eye. A small, black mouse. I thought it might be my imagination, or a shadow. I tried to make myself feel better, but it didn’t work. I had hubby turn down the TV volume so I could listen. I have super bat-like hearing. The slightest squeak, rustle, or gnawing and I would hear it. I’m freaky that way. A slight rub on the side of one of my baskets…..a black flash scooted in front of the french doors. AAaaggggh!
Hubby set a trap, and placed it near the wall on my side of bedroom. My first thought was, what if I have to get up to pee in the middle of the night and forget the trap is there and snap my toe off? Stinkin’ rodent, putting me through this turmoil, and right before bed!!!! I finally got to sleep worrying that this mouse would wait until I’m sound asleep and then gnaw my face off. I have a vivid imagination.
This morning I carefully got up (it was still dark outside) and assessed the situation with the light from my cell phone. (didn’t want to turn the light on and bother hubby) I did not see a dead mouse. Ugh. I tiptoed around ( I have no idea why…I didn’t want to disturb the renegade mouse??!!) .
I made my way out to the dining room and kitchen. As I flipped on the light I saw our cat, Nikki, laying on the rug in front of the fire place. Just then—flash—the black shadow ran behind some pictures that I have leaning against the wall. I picked Nikki up and threw her at the pictures. Bless her heart she had no idea what was going on. She had her back to the whole mouse situation and didn’t see it and now her owner is throwing her and telling her to “sic it”. Poor girl. She’ll need pet therapy.
Then it was 8 am and time to let the dog out. My son’s new little dog is part Fox Terrier/Schipperke. Both these types of dogs have hunting small animals in their blood. Their ancestors are fox, squirrel, and rat killers. A small field mouse should be a piece of cake. Alas, he was more worried in going to the bathroom than catching a sly field mouse.He and I are going to have a talk.
Now as I sit here typing, I notice Nikki stalking around the living room. I think she is on the scent. She is intently watching….something. If Lonnie, the wonder dog, sees the mouse it will be toast. He already nearly destroyed the cat’s stuffed gerbil toy. Wahahaha! House pets, unite!
If this situation is an example of how the rest of the day is going to go, well than I am in trouble.
Lonnie, Nikki, and I are going on a mouse hunt.
It is totally unacceptable to me to have even one lone mouse in the house. I cannot deal with it. Dirty, disgusting, nasty varmint.