Monday, June 6, 2011

Friday, June 3, 2011

I get to see my duckie!!

I'm going down tomorrow (by shuttle...this will be an dad says it's like a limousine...ya...) to see my nephew!!! I can't wait!!

Baby :)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Enoch! My nephew!

Isn't he a doll!!

Monkey bread

I made monkey bread for breakfast on Saturday. All I can say is I am pleasantly surprised that I was raised with this allowed for breakfast occasionally. All it is is sugar, cinnamon, and butter mixed together and poured on dough!!!! So fabulous

Monday, May 23, 2011

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Blast from the past

I'm thinking every once in a while I'll be doing a "blast from the past" post. Today's is about Gimpy the Mouse.  Let me tell you about Gimpy the Mouse.  Gimpy the Mouse was in my house (wow I should write a dr Seuss book!) while chris was out working when we lived in Albuquerque. I saw something dart quick across my living room floor. I, of course, immediately jumped up on the couch calling for help. Realizing there was none, I gained my composure, and ran over to find SOMETHING to help me. All I really wanted to do was scare it back outside (my door was open on the first floor, I know, my fault). Unfortunately, as I jumped up to get something, the mouse got scared (my original intention) in the wrong direction and darted over to under the couch.

So, grabbing a mixing bowl (the only think I could think of to capture it), I moved the couch, jumping, screaming, and running....mouse doing the same.  One time, I finally got the mixing bowl on top of him....but only sort of. I realized I had caught him by his leg! Poor thing. So THEN I had this mouse gimping around across my carpet!! With a clearly broken leg, I couldn't let him back outside!! He would die!! So, I was able to capture him much easier under the mixing bowl. obviously. So I did, and then slipped some cardboard under him, allowing me to pick him and the bowl up and keep him on my counter.

I fed him nuts and graham crackers, and gave him water in the cap of a water bottle. I also gave him a wash cloth to call home, and named him "gimpy". I kept him for long enough for his leg to recover and then took him to a big open nature place and let him go.

Loved my gimpy mouse. Scared the crap out of me though!