Totally Random

Diesel, caught his 3rd mouse. I'm quite proud of him.


Apparently, I still do not like mice. 


Diesel finds it a reward to bring the half dead thing to me, at night, in our bedroom.


I just spray painted a few picture frames ..... in my kitchen.


Don't tell Cory.


Once I realized that the kids might be getting h*gh from the fumes, I opened a window.


It's 36 degrees out right now.


We are supposed to get 2-4 inches of snow tonight.


I'm hoping it's a hilarious April Fool's joke from the forecasters.


I wanted to spray paint a couple more frames.


So I took them into the family room instead.


Remember the family room doesn't have a ceiling or a real floor.


I shut the door and am hoping that any more mice that are out and about will die from the fumes.


We have a dear friend whom we met at FIRE, flying in tomorrow night.


She'll be staying with us for 4 nights.


I have a prayer request....


Please, God don't let Diesel bring another mouse upstairs while she is here.


I really want more friends to visit and stay.


And as another one of my favorite people would put it....


That is all.

Diesel, The Russian Spy Cat

Since we are on the topic of my cat, I thought you should know that Cory and I have been trying to figure out what accent the cat speaks in. We talk in depth about many other life altering issues, it's important to spice up our conversations with meaningless thought processes every once in awhile.

Moving on, the cat was born in the south and moved to the north. He's black, still has his claws, has a bit of an attitude at times, and looks as though he could stare down a tiger.

We just couldn't imagine him with a southern drawl.... he's too bad for that southern boy charm.

He definitely is not a northerner.... he hates the snow.

We couldn't see him Irish or Asian.

We did spend quite a long time trying to figure out if he sported a Spanish dialect. We had a rather large population of Hispanics where he was born at. But we just couldn't nail him down with that Skippy Jon Jones talk...

No, in the end we felt that he probably was more a Russian spyish sort of cat. Penetrating eye stares, hunting his prey, all while figuring out world domination.

His cover could be blown with the above pic. Of course, you can obviously tell that he is quite humiliated that a mini human was actually touching him. How dare he?

A Can of Great Stuff and One Curious Cat

Warning: This post is lonnnngg.... but in my opinion funny. 

Cory and I are known for how calm, cool, and collected we are. We have absolutely no idea where our oldest son gets his drama from....

Blahh...ha..ha..ha...

Okay for real, my husband and I sometimes play off of each other when it comes to being a tad over dramatic at times. We should have grown up in New York or something, cuz we yell. Yep, I said it, the hubs and I yell at each other, the kids, and when in traffic at other drivers. Ask a few friends of ours and they will jokingly point the finger at both of us, when it comes to who can be the most passionate in a conversation (well, maybe they tend to point it at me.... nope, it's Cory, really!)

Anyways, last night's little shanigians was no exception.

I was harmlessly putting away a few things in the kitchen when I happened to find mouse turds. Let the record show, that in past houses when faced with mice I handled it okay (except for the time the cat dropped a live one in our bed and I literally flew from the bed to the top of the console tv (I've just aged myself) without touching the floor). But yesterday I did not fair too well. Mostly because when we first acquired the house, we literally took a shovel to get rid of dead bugs. We also found handfuls of mouse poop and literally a mouse skeleton in the wall. You do not want me to even continue on with the rest of what we found....

So with the all calmness set aside, I yelled at my husband to quick take care of it all and ooh.... I hope there aren't more mice in the house. He lifted a drawer out and found where the perp was coming from... stupid mice leave a poop trail. Cleaning the feces out, he then screened the area for any holes to the basement (another note - the house was built in the late 1800's - its a farmhouse, peeps.. mice is the least of our problems at times). Being the wise and wonderful husband, he grabbed a can of Great Stuff and sealed any sort of holes he could find.

Enter our ever so curious cat... Diesel.

Cory thought he should allow the stuff to dry and went to the basement to see if he could find any other openings. I, still feeling overwhelmed with the thought of mouse poop, was continuing my search for any other findings. The "Little General" aka, my youngest duderoo was ever so quietly screaming while one of the other boys was probably asking me a question or something. Get my drift... it was busy in my little world.

Diesel siezed the opportunity and stealthly went straight into the affected area. The night went from an already not so good one to a comedy scene during 8pm sitcom time.

There I am chasing a cat around the house, as he single handidly puts great stuff on my floors, while Si is crying and following me, and I'm yelling. The cat escapes outdoors, I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing sticky stuff off the floor while hubs finds the cat and ever so gently YELLS at me to help!!!

If the cat ingests the Great Stuff he could die from poisoning or something like that. Now I've got two little boys standing there with tears in their eyes exclaiming, "We don't want Diesel to die."

Oh. my. goodness.

Pan to all five of us (Si in the highchair) on the bare floor of the currently under construction family room, holding down the cat as hubs attempts to shave him. Just laugh here...

When we figured out that wasn't quite working then we dipped him into the sink and tried to wash him off with soap and olive oil. Banging my head against the wall right now...

The whole time, Cory and I are yelling at each other, the cat, the kids, and anything else that might be in our way.

When the cat arched his back and clawed his way out of the sink and took out everything in his sight with him, two out of three of our kids burst into tears.Which stopped the both of us dead in our tracks. We had to gain some control of the situation.

So we rinsed the soapy cat off, fluffed him up a bit and locked him in the bathroom to see if he was going to make it. By now the Great Stuff has solidified on him and Diesel is sporting a new look of black with yellow spots.

We hustled the boys off to bed, with prayers and cuddles and then cleaned some of the mess up, leaving the rest of it for the next day.

The cat??? Apparently he used one of his 9 lives yesterday and is working at getting the rest of the stuff off of himself.

The mice??? They don't know it yet, but we've set traps for those pesky little boogers.

The poop??? Everything that was near it has been bleached and cleaned with hot water. Gross...

The kids??? Have returned to normal and now think last night was funny.

The parents???? Could currently use a stiff drink.... but will choose to abstain and instead yell at each other when they feel like it.