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Ch, ch, cha changessss

Over the weekend I got to thinking about some things. Mostly, how it seems my birthday is suddenly one month away and I would like nothing more than to barely acknowledge the day. If you know me IRL, this is the opposite of how I normally feel about my birthday. For the previous 4 years I have spent a wild and drunken weekend at my BFF’s beach house boozing my face off.

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Granted I did get dumped on the second night of last year’s trip, so that put somewhat of a damper on the weekend, but at least no one judged me when I showed up to the beach on Friday with a Nalgene full of vodka and not water. Now, since I was broken up with 6 days before my birthday last year, I could pretty much drive off a cliff, into shark infested waters, and have it be more enjoyable than whatever I was doing last year (I’m pretty sure it involved crying into vodka) but that’s not the point. I think last year just kinda ruined it for me, and that’s fine I suppose. I mean I’m well past the age where you should get excited about your birthday, but it kinda sucks too. It falls on a Thursday this year, which is my WFH day, so I’m sure I’ll be at a happy hour or something to celebrate, buy I am definitely a grumpy guss this year. Sigh. I suppose it doesn’t help that, as my mother so eloquently put it, “hunny you are almost 30!” I’m not, I will be 28 dammit. Haha.

Anyway, moving on. I also started thinking (I was alone most of the day on Saturday) about how I’ve seemed to adopt an “Out with the old, in with the new” policy in my life recently. First, I cut off about 7 inches of my hair back in March:


It’s awesome for summer, and it curls so much better, but I’m sure I’ll be sick of it once winter rolls around. Then, spurred by what can only be classified as insanity my roommate and I completely tore apart our backyard. We’re talking an entire Saturday of cutting down tree branches, pulling up weeds, raking old leaves killing the ivy that takes over. It was a mess, and now it looks awesome. We have plants, and flowers, and vegetables assuming I didn’t kill them when I planted them.



The interior of our house also recently got some upgrades and changes, mostly out of necessity since when our third roommate left us to go live with a BOY she took a lot of our furniture. After nearly three years of living in Virginia, we finally have a couch that didn’t also exist in 1954.



I’m still obsessed with that rug and vacuum it weekly. Let me tell you, I’m pretty sure there’s already an ass shaped impression in that corner of the chaise. Best purchase, ever. Also, for $40 freakin bucks at Homegoods I purchased the prettiest and girliest bedding, and I love it.

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And, AND WE GET AIR CONDITIONING INSTALLED STARTING TOMORROW! It’s not central air, but both upstairs bedrooms and the kitchen are having ductless units installed and I’m so happy I could cry. No more crappy window unit rattling my brains at night! I might even be able to turn my blow dryer on without blowing a fuse! Perhaps though, the biggest change coming is this sweet girl coming to live with me, Adrienne, and Pumpkin on Saturday!

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photo (3)I don’t think Pumpkin really understands that this is happening, and I suspect she’ll be pretty pissed for a while, but the dog needed rescuing and well we wanted a dog. It’s not technically my dog, I just get to be her cool aunt. Can’t wait to meet her on Saturday! So lots of changes going on, most not really life changing but good things nonetheless. Oh, and I have a date on Wednesday. The last date I went on there was snow on the ground, and it was so terrible I gave up dating for 4 months. Hopefully this goes better than that one :).


Sweet Summertime

Hello, hello and happy Monday to you!  How was everyone’s weekend?  Mine was lovely, because I spent most of Saturday and Sunday in my roommate Danielle’s pool.  Well, technically it’s her parent’s pool, but they were out of town and we took full advantage.  When I say I spent most of the day in the pool, I mean in, it was 106 degrees out.  I’m sure the amount of chlorine I absorbed through my skin was not healthy, but you couldn’t even stand on the pool deck without your feet burning.  Anyway, I’m sporting quite a deep tan/burn today, and I like it.

Dani, her bf, and his daughter enjoying the pool

Prior to heading up to MD for the weekend, the Orkin people came to our house to try to take care of our mouse situation.  My appointment window was from 10-12 and the guy showed up at 10:23 which was awesome.  He was so nice, and asked me where I thought the mice were coming from.  I told him that the cat usually sits in the kitchen staring at the oven, and the trap I had placed in front of the oven on Friday night was the only one that caught something.  He pulled our oven away from the wall, and immediately saw our problem.  Two giant holes in the floor by the back wall.  There was also mouse hair and droppings along the sides of the wall and the back, so it seems my intuition about where they were coming from was correct.

He put some copper wire mesh stuff in the holes, and then calked over them, which he said should ultimately solve the problem.  He also closed up another hole on the side of the wall near our radiator.  I took advantage of the oven being pulled away from the wall and scrubbed the side of it clean with bleach.  It was disgusting.  After taking care of the problems in the kitchen, he did a once over of the whole house, including my room in case there were any strays up there, and then sprayed the outside.  It’s been two nights now with no mice in traps and none in my room!  So hopefully we’re in the clear.

So, I’m only in the office for three days this week before I head off to Bethany Beach for a nice long weekend at the shore.  This is the 4th annual trip, and we have a pretty big group going this year.  I’m excited.  Past year’s trips included things like this:




I’m excited.  My liver is not.  We’ve gone every year around my birthday, some years the trip falls on my birthday, this year it doesn’t, but I’m still calling it my birthday trip.  It’s also my one and only beach trip/vacation for the summer and I plan to relax and enjoy as much of it as I can.  Come on Wednesday, get here!

The Great Mouse Hunt of 2012

So remember that time I found my cat playing with a mouse in my room?  Yeah, me too.  Well, I had just finally started to recover and sleep soundly in my bedroom almost two weeks later, and it happened again.  Except this time it was worse.  Here’s where I wish I was skilled in the art of MS Paint, because illustrations would be much more hilarious, but I’ll do my best to explain in writing.

It was about 11:30 pm and I was laying in bed reading, when in strolls Pumpkin all proud of herself with a MF mouse in her MOUTH.  Why she felt the need to bring it upstairs to me, I do not know, but then SHE LET IT GO!  I have never seen something move so quickly in my life.  That damn mouse bolted behind my suitcase that was leaning against the wall, where it stayed while Pumpkin tried to get at it.  At this point I am standing on the middle of my bed, freaking the eff out, trying to figure out what to do.  The mouse must have seen an opening, because all of a sudden it was scurrying across my bedroom floor in the direction of my closet, while Pumpkin was still sniffing around the suitcase.

I tried to move some things around in the closet to see if I could find the mouse, but it’s packed pretty full in there and I was not moving from my perch in the center of the bed. I took some of the larger suitcases out, banged around a bit, hoping to scare it out of its hiding place, and then had a complete and utter meltdown.  I just started sobbing.  I called Darren, who was no help at all, and just told me to find it and kill it or shut up about it.  In between heaves I just kept repeating, “I can’t find ittttt.”  He kept saying something about me being a grown woman and to just handle it, but I couldn’t really hear him through my sobs. Then he hung up on me and went to bed.

I knew I’d never be able to sleep in my room that night, not with mouse hunt 2012 taking place, so I crawled into my roommates bed with her.  She was sound asleep, and initially very confused, but more than willing to give me refuge.  Throughout the night I could still hear Pumpkin stalking and chasing the mouse, so I just hoped the situation would be taken care of when I woke up (not that I really slept well at all).

I went into my room this morning and saw no mouse body, or evidence of a mouse murder, but Pumpkin was also nowhere to be seen.  I slowly made my way downstairs, where I saw her laying on the living room floor, staring at the couch.  When she saw me, she got up and moved towards the couch and started meowing at it, and trying to get at something under it.  I moved the couch back, and there it was, a dead mouse.  I’m choosing to believe that dead mouse, is the same mouse that was living in my closet hours earlier.  The alternative is too horrifying to imagine.

So,  yup, we have mice.  My guess would be they live under our stove or kitchen sink somewhere, because I’ll often catch Pumpkin sitting in the dark kitchen staring intently in that direction.  I will be buying traps this afternoon and placing them throughout the house.  Anyone have recommendations of good ones?  I refuse to use those snappy ones that sometimes do not kill the mouse, just injure it.  So terrible.  I’m probably traumatized for life.  I have no problems with Pumpkin hunting down the mice in the house, but can’t she keep them downstairs?  I don’t need to see what she’s caught.