Murdered Mouse

Did you know mice can turn themselves off????     I didn’t either!!    Till yesterday, when mine quit working.    And, of course, since trouble shooting is not one of my strong points, I was baffled.   Maybe it was murdered???     I turned off the computer, and rebooted it.   Since I finally learned that cures a lot of ills!!!

But, the digital mouse still wasn’t working.  So, I tried to see if the plug was loose.    Duh, it’s wireless- no wires!    Duh-oh!     So, I sat there for awhile staring at it.    (Well, that works sometimes!    No, I don’t have to prove it….)     Considered crying…..    Decided to not let a tiny thing like a dead mouse defeat me!    After all, I’m bigger!    And hopefully smarter!!  

So, I turned it over, and noticed the green light was out.   So, I says to myself, “Self, when the green light isn’t on, that means it’s off.    What could make it turn itself off???????”   So, I did like any normal person, and turned it back on!    Aha! Success!

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The light is on! YAY!!

 

That worked !!    For, like 2 seconds.    Drats!!     Now what???     Then came the real brain strain-  if something isn’t plugged up- how does it run???

And the lights came on!!

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The lights in my attic came on!

 

Batteries!!

 

And, I knew right where to go to find some!!!    YAY for organized!!!    (well, at least the batteries are organized, anyway!)

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Junk drawer no more!

 

 

So, I figured out all by myself how to open the batteries package.   Have you ever tried opening plastic packs???    Thank goodness for the cardboard backing!!     Then, onto getting the back of the mouse off.    I can do it myself!    says every toddler everywhere….   (Am I in my second childhood ALREADY??)

So, now the light really came on!!   And more important STAYED on!!!

 

 

 

Hey, this being independent stuff ain’t so hard!    I got this!!

(till a real live dead mouse shows up!!)

friday frivolity button from Devastate Boredom

Condemned Cow- Killed

Remember this awfulness?

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Hideous!!!

Then how I de”faced” Bossy?

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No Cow Appreciation Day for her!

Well, death by dismemberment mission almost accomplished!

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1 less piece of Bossy!

 

Now that she’s headless, and udder-less, I think she can be classified as officially dead.  Yes??

 

I think her hide would look marvelous as a purple piece of leather!!

Bed Bugs??

Haha, I knew it! Take that Insect Lady!!

It’s finally official- making your bed first thing is BAD!!  I always told Mama that, but she wouldn’t believe it.  Now, it’s SCIENCE!!

Lisa From Retro Housewife tells us why.

“Something as simple as leaving a bed unmade during the day can remove moisture from the sheets and mattress so the mites will dehydrate and eventually die,” said Researcher Dr Stephen Pretlove

DUST MITES!!

Yucko!  {shudder}  Scary!!

“Dust mites are too small to be seen with the naked eye. They are arthropods like spiders. And they may be the cause of your allergy symptoms. The Asthma and Allergy Foundation of America says that about 20 million Americans have dust mite allergy.”

I do, I got tested.  (We know, Sheldon! We know!)  So wonder how much of those nightime sneezes, and congestions, are due to those nasty little bugs?

WAIT!! Did they say spiders???? No wonder I feel like things are crawling all over me all the time!  They are!!  I just can’t see them!  It’s not all in my head!  I’m NOT crazy!!  (Well, not for that reason anyway.)   😉   

EEWWWWW!!

Here’s what my bed looks like in the morning.

used tissues on bed

And yes, that’s toilet paper, not tissues.
Sorry, not sorry.

Welcome to my wonderful world of sneezing and sn_t.   I didn’t spell out the word, just in case Mama sees this.  She hates for me to be crass.

So, sweet dreams!  Don’t let the bed bugs bite!

Graphically Gross

WARNING:  The following picture is graphically gross!  If you’re squeamish, cover your eyes, and chant rhythmically to yourself: “Lalalalala, I can’t SEE you!!”

smashed roach

Roach squooshed in my hand.

This is the “after”.  I did the deadly deed in the bathroom.  With my hand.  By PurpleSlob.  (Anybody catch the “Clue”??)

Okay, you can look now. All clear.

I know you think, (at least I THINK you think) it’s gross that I squoosh roaches with my hands.  In my defense:

  1.  My hands are washable.  Sterilizable, even.
  2.  Inexplicably, the roaches never respond to my shouted demands requests to sit still while I run and go get a shoe with which to annihilate them.
  3.  A dead roach in the hand is worth much more to me than a hundred running around behind my back, especially running around in front of my back!
  4.  I don’t carry a can of bug spray on my person at all times.  It interferes with my swatting arm.
  5.  I honestly don’t mind bug guts on me.  It gives me such a sense of personal satisfaction to cream them, by my own “hand”iwork, that I kinda revel in the bloody evidence of a battle well won!

I guess I could try wearing a chatelaine,

chatelaine

Chatelaine, 1765-1775 Victoria and Albert Museum no. -C.492:1 to 7-1914

and just add a heavy-duty fly flap, some of those suckers get huge!!  It would just have to have some sorta quick release mechanism.

Nah, it’d weigh me down too much.  Back to hand-to-roach combat for me.  Hoo-Rah!

Inspire Me Monday party

All Aglow

Okay, since the winning pic got it’s own post, and LBeth got her requested post, when is the runner-up gonna get it’s own post? Huh?  Ya predjuiced against glow sticks, er summin??

Alright, Alright, quit nagging!  Sheesh!

Here is the behind the scenes story of Me-All Aglow.

It was Brother’s Big Black Birthday Bash:  Farewell to his Youth.  His youth is DEAD>  Did I mention he is officially OLD now?

Sister and I planned big ole black funeral party, for his 50th.

Decorations, even the food had to be black.  Remember the black eggs???

eating black eggs

Dutifully eating the “rotten” eggs.

(I know I’ve written about them before, I just can’t remember where.  Sieve brain.  Don’t make fun, you’ll get old one day.

I finally remembered!  Yay me!  Go here.)

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WE even went so far as to order request that everyone wear black.

Sis had glow sticks for everyone.  And of course, since I can NEVER be like everyone else, I wore mine as a necklace, AND earrings!

glow earrings necklace

me all aglow

I wanted to make rings, a bracelet, AND a headband too, but Sis whined something about, “Melinda, you can’t take them all.  There’s other people here too!”

Whatever.

Did I mention the temp tats?  See the star on my cheek?  We wanted to really blow it out for his 50th.

(Poor guy, as the middle child, he never had any parties.  Yeah, right, like he was the only one who had to eat beans everyday, while we ate steak.  snicker, snicker)

Anyway, they had to be temp tats, cuz the real ones HURT!!!

strawberry tattoo

Strawberry tat, that was NOT kissed on by a kitten.

 And the tat parlor refused to tattoo him, while he was still tied up.    What?  Like you’ve never tied up your little brother and tried to tattoo him???

two uses tuesday

the “c” word

Yes I did the “C” word. It’s so awful I don’t even want to tell you what it is.

Oh ok. Cook. Happy now?

I was hungry. No more cereal or instant oatmeal. No frozen waffles etc. What was I to do?  I had to make a decision to get over myself, my laziness, and be a grown up.  It was agony.

How stupid would it be if Brother or Sweet friend came over, and found me dead from starvation, 3 feet away from a kitchen full of food??  Even if it WAS raw food that needed to be cooked??

So… here’s proof:

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20150418_13503420150418_135025The pictures cannot lie.  I cooked, in real life!

Good thing I’m into all this homemaking stuff.

I knew where everything was!  AND how to turn on the stove!  And I didn’t set off the fire alarm!!

(I was barefoot, and in the kitchen, but….. haha, you won’t catch me the 3rd thing!!)

All in all, I call it a success.

Good Friday?

Today is the day we traditionally observe/celebrate Jesus’ Crucifixion.

Korsfæstelsen

Jesus died for our sins.  He was in agony, but He did it for us, because He loved us so much.

“Jesus cried with a loud voice, and gave up the ghost.” Mark 15:37

Then He rose again 3 days and 3 nights later (that’s why I say traditionally celebrate.)

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“Now when Jesus was risen early the first day of the week….”

Mark 16:9 a

Please accept the gift of His salvation today.

It’s as easy as A, B, C.

Accept that you are a sinner.

“As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one.”

Romans 3:10

Believe on Jesus as your Savior.

“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”

Romans 6:23

Confess that Jesus is Lord.

That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

Romans 10:9

Follow these steps, and see you in heaven.

Conundrum

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When I cleared off the bathroom counter, I left this.  Not really sure what it is.

I mean I know technically  what it is, a metal tray with dead, purple candles in it.

But really, What is it?  Is it a decoration?  Is it a working piece of paraphenalia?

What I really need to ask , I guess, is what in the world do I do with it?

Do I leave it there and try to burn the last remaining little candle?  Do I try to pry out all the burnt ones?  Do I just pile more tea lites on top of the empty tins?

Sometimes I have a hard time making decisions.  On some things.  Like decorating things. Or cleaning things.  Or on big things.  (But not on eating things.  I usually know exactly what I want to eat.)

This is one of those puzzling, “Now what do I do?” things.

  • Maybe I can just throw it away and not have to deal with the issue at all!  Yeah!  That’s the ticket!  Except, it’s not mine, so I’d feel guilty.  Oh bother.
  • So that means I have to keep it.
  • But…..that doesn’t mean I have to leave it out on the counter, does it?
  • No!  Yay! There’s my solution!
  • I’ll just put it under the sink with all those other ghostly things, that I’m sure are totally useful, (like toilet scrubbing bubbles), that I forget are even there!  (until I move again.  Shudder, please! Don’t make me even have to think about that again!!)

Conundrum solved.  Now, on to world peace…..

Finaally, A Little De-Cluttering.

And when I say, a Little de-cluttering, I do mean, little!

When I published the pic of Granny’s Gorgeous Corner Cabinet the other day, did you happen to notice the tiny bouquet on the top left?

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Well, it doesn’t look as bad in the pic as it did in real life.  And be very thankful we don’t have smellavision yet!

It was….um…. yeah… dead.  And decaying.  (In my defense, it had ONLY been 3 weeks and 2 days since I received it for my birthday from Brother!  Aren’t flowers supposed to last a month?? No???)

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See, Mama? I did it! I am capable of de-cluttering!  It just takes me a little while to even notice the mess!  I have Slob-o-vision.  Which means, I really don’t even see the messes anymore.  But, I kinda started smelling this one!

So, there it is, all nice and cleaned off.  It even inspired me to do a little decorating, the rest of the living room looks so nice!

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Okay, that is a really horrible picture.  I just snapped it on the way out the door this morning.  No lights on in the living room.  So, I will have to retake in better light.  But it’s a beautiful amethyst vase, that coincidentally, was also given to me by Brother.  He’s so sweet to me!

I will try to remember to retake the pic in better light, and post later.

I’m a Slogger, not a photographer!  (Just in case you couldn’t tell.)