Foto Friday

 

Because everyone loves a nose shot…

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Auty lets me do anything to her.  She’s such a good dog.

So, one day while she was trying to nap, she let me take endless photos of her.  With the camera, literally right in her face.

She’s amazing.

❤ Erin

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Mouse in the House

No, it’s not a children’s book.  Well, not one that we have anyhow.  This is more like a horror story.

A few weeks ago I was getting ready to take a shower after A and C were already sleeping.  Stripped myself down, walked into the bathroom and turned on the light.  You can’t make this stuff up: A MOUSE LITERALLY FELL ON THE FLOOR.  I have no idea where from.  And ran into our bathroom closet.  I had enough sense about me not to scream, as everyone was sleeping.  But I DID jump up on the bathroom sink.  And waited it out for about 10 minutes, at least until my heart stopped trying to jump out of my chest and play dead on the bathroom floor.

calmly sprinted past the closet and went to wake up C.

“Honey……  Honey…….  There’s a mouse in the house.”

“And?”

“Well……   Can you get it?”

(pause) ……….”How do you want me to do that?”

“I don’t know!  Just GET IT!”

So my sleepy husband got out of bed and went into the closet, searching around.  He saw it once, but obviously couldn’t catch it.  I don’t know why I was thinking that someone could actually CATCH a mouse.

He set a trap up and called it a night.

I, on the other hand, was still freaking out.  I desperately needed a shower, but was too freaked out to go back into the bathroom by myself.  He saw me NAKED!  I laid in bed for awhile.  Not being able to sleep, because I know mice can climb, and it creeped me out that he might try to come and get me overnight.  I know, highly illogical….

Nothing was in the trap in the morning.  I was simultaneously bummed, pissed off and still creeped out.

That was the day that I cleaned out our bedroom closet and found TONS of piles of mouse turds.  Went into A’s room later in the day to get something from a bin in her closet on the floor.  And found TONS of mouse turds.  (I had just recently cleaned her closet out)   Went to the living room to clean up a little bit and moved some pillows I had stacked on the floor.  AND FOUND TONS OF MOUSE TURDS.  This bastard was throughout my entire house.  I went to the cabinet under the kitchen sink to get some cleaning spray (mouse turds stink).  AND FOUND EVEN MORE MOUSE TURDS UNDER THE SINK!

Now, I was downright PISSED.  This bastard (or bastards) were going to DIE.  I have to say, I love animals.  We have our golden girl, Auty, who is my best friend.  I’ve had several cats over the years.  I am NOT in anyway shape or form mean to animals.  Unless of course they are unwanted in my house or on my property.  The mouse and his friends were NOT wanted.

C got a pack of mouse traps on the way home.  We had a ton left over from a previous year when we had a mouse in our pantry.  In total, we set FIFTEEN traps.  I was like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting for one of them to snap.  And about an hour later (at 11:30PM) I heard one go off.  I searched the house high and low and found one of the traps under the sink went of, but no mouse.

I went back to bed, dejected at our apparent failure in mouse trapping.  The next morning we checked EVERY trap and couldn’t find a single mouse.  I was LIVID.

These bastards were running my house and we set traps up EVERYWHERE, and had yet found a single one.  They were WATCHING me.  I could feel it.

Later that evening we were sitting on the couch, A was playing on the floor and we heard another snap come from under the kitchen sink.  I jumped up so fast you would’ve thought somebody shot me in the rear end.  When I found the bastard dead in the mouse trap I literally did a touchdown dance.

When I turned around C was looking at me like I had just sprouted an extra limb.  “You were afraid to go in the bathroom two days ago, and now you’re acting crazy because there’s a dead mouse in our house.”

“But he’s DEAD!”

“Well, then take it outside.”

“I’m not touching it!”

“You’re ridiculous.”

The next day I was moving something in the living room and just happened to look back at the one trap we set beside the couch (away from the dog and the kid).  And we had harvested another little bastard.  I have no idea how long that one was there.  But either way.  We’ve gotten two so far!  We’re keeping all the rest of the traps up, just in case we have any other friends that are hanging out somewhere.

Oh, and by the way, I did end up taking a shower.  🙂  I’m not still walking around stinky, because I was afraid of a mouse.  And yes, that is a totally logical and legitimate fear.  Don’t judge.

❤ Erin

 

 

Sims2 Rant

Ok.  I know before I say anything that some of you will accuse me of being a total nerd.  And I would have to agree with you, in this aspect.  But seriously, I don’t know squat about computers and how they work and yadda yadda, blah blah. My eyes are glazing over already.  Thats why I have a Mac.  Because it does everything for me.  😉

In the midst of our mouse-capade (more on that later), I was hardcore cleaning up around here.  While hardcore cleaning up, you often find things that you haven’t seen in a long time.  Especially considering I have a 9 month old (which leaves me little to no time to do anything for myself) and keeping in mind that I was pregnant with said 9 month old for 9 months prior to that (which left me extremely tired and turned me into a mega couch potato).  Needless to say, a lot of things were put aside here in the last 18 months.  Which means I lost several things in the last 18 months.

One thing being my Sims 2 game.

I don’t know if you’ve ever played it, but I literally have every expansion pack possible.  I LOVED that game.  So, I thought, well, let’s install it in my handy dandy MacBook Pro.

No you will not install me on your MacBook Pro…

Why not?

It doesn’t support me.  You can only install me on a Windows OS.

Ok.  Fine.  I’m not kidding you when I say I literally spent 3 hours researching this.  Apparently you have to get this one software that will let you simultaneously run a Mac OS and a Windows OS.  So, installed that, thinking well, this is a piece of cake.  Now all I have to do is download a Windows OS.  Which I didn’t realize you have to pay for.  Which would have been fine.  Except that all of the operating systems that the game supports are so old that they don’t even sell them anymore.

Enter annoyed Sims 2 fan.  Got on Windows live chat portal.  Asked if it was possible to download older software or even to PURCHASE it somewhere at a store.

“That’s old software.”

“I know that.  I’m wondering if it’s possible to get it somewhere.”

“No.  It’s old.”

“I FREAKING KNOW it’s old.  But unfortunately I still need it for a program I’m trying to run”.

“Well you can get the new Windows 7.”

“I don’t want the new Windows.  I want the OLD Windows.”

“Well.  You could check with the company to see if they would consider patching it to make it work.”

(What the heck does “patching” mean?)

“I think it would be easier for you to help me find the “old” software.”

“I can’t do that.  Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

“How ’bout bringing back some old software?”

And then I closed the portal.  How frustrating is that?  What was wrong with the old OS?  And why is it so impossible to find it?

LONG story short.  I gave up.  I think it is going to be impossible to get.  Considering when I looked on the SIMs website they didn’t even have the Sims2 listed anymore, as it was archived over a year ago.

I guess in reality I don’t have much time to play my beloved game anymore anyhow.  But it still pisses me off….

❤ Erin

We’ve started a new game.

If you have a kid, I’m sure you’ve heard of it (and played it many times).  This shall herein be called the “Drop It” Game.

Directions:

Grab a toy. Drop It. Scream. (Mom should come and pick up said toy now).

Repeat until mom puts you somewhere where you no longer can drop things.

Rated:

5 STARS from baby

-5STARS from moms everywhere

'A' is demonstrating how we play this game at our house.

‘A’ is demonstrating how we play this game at our house.

The BEEBS

I don’t know how it happened.  But somehow I started calling A ‘The BEEBS’.

Not THIS Biebs:

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He’s not NEAR as cute as my BEEBS

THIS is MY BEEBS:

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She was helping me clean out the closet. 🙂

We call her bbA a lot.  Which I know, sounds really weird.  And honestly, I don’t even know how THAT happened.  Either way, Beebs is short and sweet.  As long as you’re not referring to the above aforementioned teen pop star, then you’d have to add in a whole slew of inappropriate terms to go with it…  #justsayin

So, Beebs and I got stuff to do today.  Peace out.

❤ Erin