w00t w00t booyah

Oh, that's right.

Inside stuff today, outside stuff tomorrow.

Last night? Baby rat stuck in the laundry room sink. Jim, who can't kill it and doesn't want to leave it there, informs me of the "mouse" stuck doing donuts in the laundry room sink.

So I send him out there with a mason jar, and lid - and I grab the car keys.

Maybe we should have headed for the local reptile house - but the corner of Normandie and 190th ought to be okay - that's where the new SquallMart has gone in - when nobody else in town would allow it, they put it on some unincorporated Los Angeles County land. Hates it forever.

Then came home and found Mama and some of his siblings making merry...and one of the little squirts had the nerve to "eep" at me when he discovered I had feet and knew what to do with them.

Have. To. Do. SOMETHING. They're quite localized to the crawlspace of the converted house - and if we lock it down as we've been told to do, and begin bait stations (you know what's in them, right?)...

Jim still thinks they're cute. He's right.

All that food in the laundry room, and they haven't touched it. They only want the water leaking in the sink.

Plugged the holes, scared them off - and cleaned up after them. Again.

I really don't want to kill them. I really don't want them in my laundry room.

*sigh*

The Tanita scale arrived yesterday - and has been put to much good use. Hiroshi is 16.5 lbs. I paid twenty-five cents for the privilege of discovering I was 174 lbs. last weekend (and got a set of lotto numbers, and was forecast to retire earlier than others - fat chance) - stepped on the scale last night and discovered I was 171.3, and then this morning was 167.6. That can't be right.

If it's that big a delta tomorrow, I'll be noting it. WHACK.

Oh, and Jim now needs to lose more weight than me. Looking around the house, that's not news. Everything around me is overfed. It's a bad habit, nothing more - fifteen years with a type I diabetic, and then years before that being so underweight (and anorexic) than any missed meal was a DANGERDANGERDANGER issue...that, and I need more exercise. I'm afraid of most weight training programs - I get just enough instruction to "do this, do this, do that and then" - and the time's up. I've got a dance studio that has classes for my level, and I've got a gym membership - but finding the funds to pay for the bit more to actually use those resources...*sigh*

I did get the scale, though.

In other words, Karl Rove did the dirty, did he? I am SO surprised. Look at me die from the surprise....

Oh, that's right.

Inside stuff today, outside stuff tomorrow.

Last night? Baby rat stuck in the laundry room sink. Jim, who can't kill it and doesn't want to leave it there, informs me of the "mouse" stuck doing donuts in the laundry room sink.

So I send him out there with a mason jar, and lid - and I grab the car keys.

Maybe we should have headed for the local reptile house - but the corner of Normandie and 190th ought to be okay - that's where the new SquallMart has gone in - when nobody else in town would allow it, they put it on some unincorporated Los Angeles County land. Hates it forever.

Then came home and found Mama and some of his siblings making merry...and one of the little squirts had the nerve to "eep" at me when he discovered I had feet and knew what to do with them.

Have. To. Do. SOMETHING. They're quite localized to the crawlspace of the converted house - and if we lock it down as we've been told to do, and begin bait stations (you know what's in them, right?)...

Jim still thinks they're cute. He's right.

All that food in the laundry room, and they haven't touched it. They only want the water leaking in the sink.

Plugged the holes, scared them off - and cleaned up after them. Again.

I really don't want to kill them. I really don't want them in my laundry room.

*sigh*

The Tanita scale arrived yesterday - and has been put to much good use. Hiroshi is 16.5 lbs. I paid twenty-five cents for the privilege of discovering I was 174 lbs. last weekend (and got a set of lotto numbers, and was forecast to retire earlier than others - fat chance) - stepped on the scale last night and discovered I was 171.3, and then this morning was 167.6. That can't be right.

If it's that big a delta tomorrow, I'll be noting it. WHACK.

Oh, and Jim now needs to lose more weight than me. Looking around the house, that's not news. Everything around me is overfed. It's a bad habit, nothing more - fifteen years with a type I diabetic, and then years before that being so underweight (and anorexic) than any missed meal was a DANGERDANGERDANGER issue...that, and I need more exercise. I'm afraid of most weight training programs - I get just enough instruction to "do this, do this, do that and then" - and the time's up. I've got a dance studio that has classes for my level, and I've got a gym membership - but finding the funds to pay for the bit more to actually use those resources...*sigh*

I did get the scale, though.

In other words, Karl Rove did the dirty, did he? I am SO surprised. Look at me die from the surprise....