I've had a lot of advice lately, from well-meaning friends, most of whom have NO clue whatsoever. I've often said that unless someone has walked in my shoes, they have no right to tell me what I "should do".
Last week, however, the wife of one of my pastors called, just to tell me she and Pastor G. were praying for my family. I shared with her my frustration with people, again well-meaning, who were giving me advice about what my husband and I should do about a certain, very-private, family situation. Her words to me...follow the lead of our heavenly father. If He lays it on my heart to follow a certain path and take specific actions, then that's the road we should take; different people have different paths in life, goals are accomplished in different ways, and no one way may be the "right" way.
I appreciated that advice more than she may ever know.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Not again
Snow? Again? The forecast is calling for 3-7" of snow tonight and tomorrow morning. We've gotten more snow this winter than I ever remember getting since I moved here from sunny southern California in 1977. It's been good, on the one hand, because it means we haven't had as much rain, and I like the snow much, much better than rain. But enough already, it's almost April...I'm ready for some sunshine, blue skies, and warm weather. Please?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Mary, Mary, quite contrary....
For my friends with gardens, that the deer around here LOVE to munch on!
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Monday, March 24, 2008
a mouse in the house!
I caught a mouse.
In my house.
With my own two hands. Well, with my own two hands and a jar and a magazine.
Last Friday evening I was in my kitchen when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash across the kitchen floor. I did a double take and realized it was a mouse. Naturally, I screamed, jumped up onto the kitchen counter and hollered at my son to come and take care of it.
He chased it around the kitchen and ended up throwing an afghan on top of it.
Like that's going to do a lot of good.
The mouse ran under the refrigerator and didn't dare come back out.
I texted my husband and told him to bring home a mouse trap.
Now just so we're clear on this...we own storage units and mice are NOT good things to have around storage units. Customers get a little annoyed when they open up their units and mice have made nests out of their favorite recliners. For that reason, we keep lots and lots of mouse/rat traps. BUT, they're not the ones that snap and kill the mice. They're square, black, plastic boxes with one-way entrances and no exits. THAT'S what I wanted him to bring home. But he didn't.
He did, however, see the mouse later that night, running across the kitchen floor and into a small opening under one of the kitchen cabinets.
Which brings me to today. As I was in my kitchen, making bread pudding, being the domestic diva that I am, I again saw the mouse skittering across the floor. Only this time he wasn't moving so fast. In fact, he was downright slow. Kinda loping along.
Is it even possible for a mouse to lope?
Anyways...I chased him into the living room and he ran...err...loped behind my desk. I ran to the other side of my desk, and he turned around and went back the other way and back into the kitchen. I grabbed an empty jar out of my recycling bucket, and a magazine, and tried to trap him in it, but he was headed for the same spot under the kitchen cabinets that he had disappeared into the other day.
Fortunately, I was able to block his path with the magazine and scoop him into the jar.
I gotta say...he's the cutest little mouse I've ever seen.
I really don't like mice, but this one is different. He's just so cute. He has big black ears and is really tiny. I don't think he's a regular mouse.
Well, I took him outside and dumped him in the bushes by the lake, between our house and the neighbors. I hope he doesn't find his way back into the house.
Oh, and sorry Mrs. Keiburtz...I hope he doesn't find his way into your house, either!
I just really wish I'd taken a picture so I have proof, cause my hubby's never going to believe this!
Someday I'm going to have to write the story of when we had rats. Ay yi yi.
In my house.
With my own two hands. Well, with my own two hands and a jar and a magazine.
Last Friday evening I was in my kitchen when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash across the kitchen floor. I did a double take and realized it was a mouse. Naturally, I screamed, jumped up onto the kitchen counter and hollered at my son to come and take care of it.
He chased it around the kitchen and ended up throwing an afghan on top of it.
Like that's going to do a lot of good.
The mouse ran under the refrigerator and didn't dare come back out.
I texted my husband and told him to bring home a mouse trap.
Now just so we're clear on this...we own storage units and mice are NOT good things to have around storage units. Customers get a little annoyed when they open up their units and mice have made nests out of their favorite recliners. For that reason, we keep lots and lots of mouse/rat traps. BUT, they're not the ones that snap and kill the mice. They're square, black, plastic boxes with one-way entrances and no exits. THAT'S what I wanted him to bring home. But he didn't.
He did, however, see the mouse later that night, running across the kitchen floor and into a small opening under one of the kitchen cabinets.
Which brings me to today. As I was in my kitchen, making bread pudding, being the domestic diva that I am, I again saw the mouse skittering across the floor. Only this time he wasn't moving so fast. In fact, he was downright slow. Kinda loping along.
Is it even possible for a mouse to lope?
Anyways...I chased him into the living room and he ran...err...loped behind my desk. I ran to the other side of my desk, and he turned around and went back the other way and back into the kitchen. I grabbed an empty jar out of my recycling bucket, and a magazine, and tried to trap him in it, but he was headed for the same spot under the kitchen cabinets that he had disappeared into the other day.
Fortunately, I was able to block his path with the magazine and scoop him into the jar.
I gotta say...he's the cutest little mouse I've ever seen.
I really don't like mice, but this one is different. He's just so cute. He has big black ears and is really tiny. I don't think he's a regular mouse.
Well, I took him outside and dumped him in the bushes by the lake, between our house and the neighbors. I hope he doesn't find his way back into the house.
Oh, and sorry Mrs. Keiburtz...I hope he doesn't find his way into your house, either!
I just really wish I'd taken a picture so I have proof, cause my hubby's never going to believe this!
Someday I'm going to have to write the story of when we had rats. Ay yi yi.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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