HA HA HA!!! Good post title, don't you think? I can't claim it as my own cleverness. It came from my cousin Pam and the comment that she made on my last post:
"For Sale" sign in my lawn!! I don't handle mice AT ALL!!! Growing up on a farm you would think I could handle them better then I do. ONe time I was sitting on the toilet and one came running under the door and down the the heat vent! Needless there was a pantless dancer screaming on the bathroom vanity!!"
Too funny Pam! That story immediately made me think of family reunions at Catherine's Creek. Good memories! Do you (cousins) remember all the mice, rats and bats at that place? I can remember sitting with Rosie and some other people and watching a large mouse run across the tables. And do you remember Grandpa S. telling about his early morning visitor? He got up early to use the bathroom and was on the toilet when a large rat came crawling out of a hole in the wall and that it would have been a dead rat if he had been able to get to it. Oh the funny things that happened there!!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Squirmy Mess
Be forewarned...this is kind of a gross story.
Sooooo.....as many of you know we are doing a bit of remodeling on the house I will be living while Micah is deployed. A few weeks ago I noticed a mouse run behind some cupboards while I was cleaning. Nothing a box of Decon couldn't take care of, right? I kind of wondered if I would kill that mouse. And Oh I did!
Yesterday I went over to the house and down in the basement was the most wretched smell. We had a pipe in the bathroom leak so there was some residual water left on the floor (the basement is gutted so it is just concrete). I thought maybe the water smelled bad. I couldn't figure it out. I even texted Matthew (my brother) and said, "It smells like there is something dead down here." I was hoping he would offer to come and check it out for me. He didn't. Too busy schmoozing his girlfriend. But that is okay. We want him to marry her!
So anyway, today I go back down to the basement to start some laundry. Same wretched smell again! Only this time it was a bit stronger. I opened up the windows checked to see if the water was still leaking. It wasn't but there was still some damp places. I figure things are fine, maybe some dirty laundry got wet and is smelling. There were a few things left behind in the house that I have been trying to get washed and bagged up so they could have been the culprit.
Later in the day I head downstairs to switch laundry again. This time I notice the water leaking. I leaned over to give the pipes a once over and voila! I found my leak. It was in an unexpected spot. Then I notice something writhing and wriggling out of the corner of my eye. I reached down and slowly lifted a piece of wet fabric. Underneath was a dead, decomposing, maggot covered mouse. Talk about foul. I about puked....and I hate to puke. It was seriously foul. A mouth breathing, hold your breath moment. I'm even holding my breath as I type. Agghh. It was gross.
I called Matthew and my Dad. I figured if I was really smart I would get one of them to clean it up. Eventually Matthew worked up some courage, put his gloves on, and quickly scooped up the dead mouse and threw it and the rotten fabric in the trash. Then we poured bleach on the area. I am hoping that things will smell better tomorrow and that Matthew remembered to take the trash can up and outside. Crap...I sure hope he was smart enough to think of that! I didn't even think of it till now. Had to put the whole experience out of my head for awhile. I thought I would spare everyone a picture of that little treat!!
Sooooo.....as many of you know we are doing a bit of remodeling on the house I will be living while Micah is deployed. A few weeks ago I noticed a mouse run behind some cupboards while I was cleaning. Nothing a box of Decon couldn't take care of, right? I kind of wondered if I would kill that mouse. And Oh I did!
Yesterday I went over to the house and down in the basement was the most wretched smell. We had a pipe in the bathroom leak so there was some residual water left on the floor (the basement is gutted so it is just concrete). I thought maybe the water smelled bad. I couldn't figure it out. I even texted Matthew (my brother) and said, "It smells like there is something dead down here." I was hoping he would offer to come and check it out for me. He didn't. Too busy schmoozing his girlfriend. But that is okay. We want him to marry her!
So anyway, today I go back down to the basement to start some laundry. Same wretched smell again! Only this time it was a bit stronger. I opened up the windows checked to see if the water was still leaking. It wasn't but there was still some damp places. I figure things are fine, maybe some dirty laundry got wet and is smelling. There were a few things left behind in the house that I have been trying to get washed and bagged up so they could have been the culprit.
Later in the day I head downstairs to switch laundry again. This time I notice the water leaking. I leaned over to give the pipes a once over and voila! I found my leak. It was in an unexpected spot. Then I notice something writhing and wriggling out of the corner of my eye. I reached down and slowly lifted a piece of wet fabric. Underneath was a dead, decomposing, maggot covered mouse. Talk about foul. I about puked....and I hate to puke. It was seriously foul. A mouth breathing, hold your breath moment. I'm even holding my breath as I type. Agghh. It was gross.
I called Matthew and my Dad. I figured if I was really smart I would get one of them to clean it up. Eventually Matthew worked up some courage, put his gloves on, and quickly scooped up the dead mouse and threw it and the rotten fabric in the trash. Then we poured bleach on the area. I am hoping that things will smell better tomorrow and that Matthew remembered to take the trash can up and outside. Crap...I sure hope he was smart enough to think of that! I didn't even think of it till now. Had to put the whole experience out of my head for awhile. I thought I would spare everyone a picture of that little treat!!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Afghan Lions
This picture reminded me of one I saw with a pride of lions camped outunder a parked airplane.
Today we went into a Forward Operating Base (FOB) where shade was at apremium. The aircraft's outside air temp gauge read 43'C - close to110'F. We had to wait (as usual) and it sent everyone scurrying forcover. Although the Afghan's sense of hygiene isn't up to what most ofus would expect, they don't bite and it wasn't too difficult to get themout when we were ready to go.
New Header Picture
I am trying to decide which I like better. Any thoughts? They are the same, except the first one is "warmed up." Seriously, I really need to learn how to use photoshop....ahhh...one day!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
A co-pirate
This came from Micah today:
This story is for Porter. He thinks I am out fighting pirates. The Air Force has standardized the way pilots transfer the controls when flying an aircraft. There should be a three way conversation that goes something like this:
Pilot wants the co-pilot to fly and says, "Copilot has the controls" Copilot takes the controls and says, "Copilot has the controls." The pilot then visually confirms that the copilot has the controls and says, "Copilot has the controls."
This is the same process that we are teaching to our Afghan pilots. Only we have thrown a translator into the mix. The translators that we have aren't too bad. However, sometimes the translators have a funny way of pronouncing things. I admit that sometimes I do my part to contribute to the language barrier.
I have started saying pirate instead of pilot. It sounds close enought that no one notices except the other american in the back.
So that is a co-pirate over in the right seat. I particularly like this pirate's bandolier cartridge holder. I guess he plans on loading his semi-auto pistol like a single shot. The Afghans have a way of simplifying technology like that.
This story is for Porter. He thinks I am out fighting pirates. The Air Force has standardized the way pilots transfer the controls when flying an aircraft. There should be a three way conversation that goes something like this:
Pilot wants the co-pilot to fly and says, "Copilot has the controls" Copilot takes the controls and says, "Copilot has the controls." The pilot then visually confirms that the copilot has the controls and says, "Copilot has the controls."
This is the same process that we are teaching to our Afghan pilots. Only we have thrown a translator into the mix. The translators that we have aren't too bad. However, sometimes the translators have a funny way of pronouncing things. I admit that sometimes I do my part to contribute to the language barrier.
I have started saying pirate instead of pilot. It sounds close enought that no one notices except the other american in the back.
So that is a co-pirate over in the right seat. I particularly like this pirate's bandolier cartridge holder. I guess he plans on loading his semi-auto pistol like a single shot. The Afghans have a way of simplifying technology like that.
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