Mouse Musings!

January 23, 2009

I FINALLY have the ironing all caught up....at least until I finish doing the laundry!! It must be some kind of miracle!!!

Baby Jack's blessing outfit is half done, but I bled on it when I stuck my finger with a pin, so I had to wash the thing. Then I got sidetracked doing other things, so it still isn't done. Maybe on Sunday afternoon.

In the morning the girls and I are going to attend another dance convention, but here in Houston this time....they are excited as there is a new Master Tap teacher we haven't met coming and they get to go to his class.

Cooper was invited to attend two more conventions when we were in North Carolina, so we will see what happens tomorrow.

This has been a kind of slow week here at home....the girls are recovering from the ear infections, school is somewhat calm, and dance has just been the usual. Their recital costumes are beginning to come home, so that will mean some alterations. Hopefully, not much though. I really don't like to alter things. It's much easier to start from scratch than pick everything apart and put it back together.

Dad is playing hunt down the mice in the garage...actually, he thinks it may be rats or something about that size. Whatever it is, he has declared all out war out there. There is poison bait, ultrasonic sound devices, and sticky traps.

Of course everything in the garage is a mess because of where those dumb things have chewed up things.....can you imagine how thirsty you would have to be to chew thru a plastic old motor oil container? What kind of mouse would go for that instead of the half of the water storage container they haven't already ruined? And the real clincher, the gas can full of gasoline for the lawn mower....that's a real mess when it leaks everywhere! Dad was livid.

I've been thinking about mice and what they eat....they chewed up the corners of the fabric boxes, but only chewed holes in the white material. Guess they don't like colors. I think they are pretty dumb to chew a hole in the box, and then only eat one color of material. I will have to cut around the little holes that are in every part of the corner that the fabric was folded.

When they chewed up the water storage containers, they leaked on several fabric boxes, and that stained the material inside....so I have been washing everything to get the water stains out of it. I think Dad is going to bring all my fabric in the house and put it upstairs in Shyla's old room. We've kind of turned it into a storage room, and there really isn't that much fabric left out there.

Just what could those mice have been thinking? Did they think we had a smorgasbord hidden away in those boxes, with the drinks stored just below? Surely they weren't dumb enough to think that we invited them to dinner! Why do they have to come in at the back of the garage behind stuff, and then eat stuff clear on the other side of the garage? And what would prompt them to drink the dirty motor oil. If I was a mouse, I certainly wouldn't drink something dirty when there was nice clean water just on the other side of the garage! They got into the water softener salt....bet that caused them to be thirsty. Maybe that's when they went for the gasoline. Did they think it wouldn't kill them? I mean, give me a break! Dad had to try to pour the gasoline in the van, which spilled down the side of the van and all over his arm. Otherwise it was just going to leak out all over the garage, and that was a big enough mess with the oil going everywhere. Needless to say, Dad is not having a good week.

Thank goodness, we don't have any of the home storage food out there...it's too hot.

Dad just reorganized all the holiday decorations, so we are hoping that those critters are not planning a strike on all those new buckets we just bought. If I find a dead mouse in the with Christmas stuff, no one will be happy around here.

I told Dad, we have to open all the fabric boxes BEFORE they come in the house, as I don't want a mouse hitch hiking a ride upstairs. Can you imagine how bad the girls would FLIP OUT if a mouse was in the dance room? It wouldn't matter if it was just trying to tap with them, they would beat the thing to a pulp, while they were screaming for DAD!

We got some great photos and videos in North Carolina, but haven't gotten them out of the camera yet....that thing seems to like to keep them! Maybe after this weekend there will be time to retrieve them.

Dad is suffering from a kidney stone, at least that's what the doctor thinks. Some days he is fine, and others he is in a lot of pain. Everyone say your prayers that it passes quickly.

Well, must run....I think since the girls are both a friends homes tonight, I will go fill up the tub and sit in the bubbles for a while.

Everyone remember to do something kind for someone else....you won't have to look very hard to find something to do. It just takes a few moments.

Remember we love you very much.

Mom