Gas Prices

Yep, 'nuf said.

Canadians hate sparkly...a horror story

It's not enough that their dollar is worth more than ours, and they're buying up land like crazy in Washington state, but now the Canadians have apparently sent gangs of attack geese to intimidate innocent and unsuspecting American citizens. Lemme explain the horror.

Today's my stepsons 11th birthday, so I'd gone to the party store this morning to pick up a few mylar balloons for this evening. As I leisurely walked out of the store, bam! Mutant, killer Canadian geese! Three of them! Sure, the picture I've included above makes them look innocent, but believe you me, these were geese with an agenda. First they squaked in unison, then they came running towards me with beaks open to show what appeared to be shark-like fangs. Seriously. If I hadn't been worried about them biting my ass, I woulda pulled out my Iphone to take a quick picture. But alas, all I could focus on was quickly shoving the sparkly balloons, that I realized must have induced their collective rage, into the car. The removal of the sparkly objects seemed to make the geese a bit happier, but they still had that look of hatred in their little beady eyes, as if to say "get ooot" (that would be "get out" for us non-Canadians).

As I got back in the car, the geese still circled the vehicle. Mockingly. I locked the car door just in case somehow Canadian geese were brighter than their American counterparts and knew how to open car doors. I even started the engine, but still they did not disburse. I honked the horn and one of the geese raised its wings. Apparently it was still not done with me. The other two were close enough to the back bumper to trigger the motion detectors, so I knew I couldn't back up without hitting them. What seemed like minutes passed, as I, an American citizen, sat imprisoned in my German car, trapped by a gang of Canadian waterfowl. This was now a full-fledged international incident.

Finally, the lady from the party store rushed out with some sort of noise making device that quickly scared them off back towards the pond that's behind the store. She smiled at me as if this must happen frequently.

Oh so adorkable!

Eek a mouse!

Cliff Notes version....

<------ ok in my house <------ not ok in my house

Full version....

Just when I started to get used to the spiders in my Pacific Northwest home, along comes another unwanted visitor. Monday evening as my husband and I were watching tv, out of the corner of my eye I spot a moving brown blur near the fireplace. After I get done soiling myself (haha just kidding), we ("we" meaning my husband) went to go investigate. Turns out it was a "field mouse." I don't know what in my family room reminded lil dude of a field, but he was fast and could not be caught that evening.

Fast forward to Tuesday morning. After a sleepless night with a flashlight handy on my bedside table, I make a voyage to Lowe's first thing in the morning for mouse traps. Since I've never bought a mouse trap before, and there are many kinds of traps, the first decision seems to be whether you want to kill them or not. Now if it were a spider, that one would be a no brainer (all spiders must die...seriously, all of them). But a mouse can be sorta kinda cute and really isn't that different from a hamster or something, right? So I make the humane and mature decision that I didn't want to kill the little intruder, just make him really, really sad.

So I leave Lowes with 5 no-kill mouse traps. I smear the ends with peanut butter (I hope the mouse likes low-carb pb) instead of cheese, which I think would attract my dog before a mouse. I placed the mouse traps around the house, including in the garage and in the daylight basement. Two days later not a bite. Either the mouse has left on his own, or he is holding out for something tastier?

Root of all Evil - Gloria Allred

Uggh, here she goes again. Gloria Allred. Probably the most famous female attorney in the country continues to lower herself to the ranks of ambulance chasing attorneys by being a media whore for every case that might get some attention from the press. Her latest supposed fight for feminism? The Rob Lowe nanny case. Seriously Gloria?

The following blog post about Gloria on the HuffingtonPost.com site is quite brilliant:

Burn the Witch: The Case Against Gloria Allred

And bravo to the writer, Chez, who followed up his HuffingtonPost blog entry with the following quote on his own blog:

"I am, actually, somewhat sorry for implying that Gloria Allred is a wicked witch -- as this is an unwarranted insult to the wicked witch community."

I wonder if Gloria has flyin' monkeys?

Sometimes a picture is worth more than a 1,000 words

Oh and for those of you that have messaged me, posting will be returning to "normal" shortly....hopefully as my life returns more to "normal."