Mousey Morning

So this morning I discovered two things:

A. We have a mouse problem

B. I am a little more frightened of mice, then I thought

I got into work this morning, printed something off my printer. I noticed there was something a little yellow on the paper. That's weird, I thought, so I pulled out the printer paper drawer only to discover, we have mice, and they had left evidence there. I pulled the drawer completely out, threw out the pooped and peed on paper, and continued on about my day.

An hour later I was trying to print something. The printer had an error on it saying paper jam. I opened the tray....screamed.....jumped out of my office and skin....

The paper had started to lift, so the mouse couldn't run out when I opened the drawer.....

Needless to say...my boss caught rid of it and I have several mouse traps in my office and in the break room.

Anyone want to open the office for me tomorrow?

A flash back

I was a horrible older sister.

I tricked my siblings a lot.

I was reading a blog my sister did regarding a prank her husband pulled on my mother when visiting and it refreshed my memory.......

We lived in Vancouver, BC. Being active in the LDS church, my parents liked to make the trek down to Seattle, WA to go to the temple. It was about a 3 hr drive, making the trip almost an all day activity.

I remember I was about 13 yrs old. My parents wanted me to watch my younger siblings. I was 13 and really didn't want to. I wasn't the happiest camper when I was awoken in the wee hours of the morning on Saturday, I was told they were leaving....

Morning came and I grudgingly handed out bowls of cereal and tried to tune our none cable TV to cartoons....

Nancy was about four years old and at that age very eccentric? with her emotions. She kept asking me where mom and dad was. "Gone!" was my one worded response. This answer did not satisfy her. She kept on bugging me. I glared down at her and told her mom and dad had died and I had to be the new mom.

Nancy went into a fit of hysterics.....needless to say I learned if I wanted an easier time babysitting....never, ever tell the child her parents had died.......

I'm back

When through some stuff.....maybe I'll write about it, but I still have raw wounds.......

How to Scare Your Mom.....

Step 1: Get in the shower.

Step 2: While running the water, cough as if you are choking

Step 3: Lie down in the tub face down, and don't move or speak

Step 4: Don't answer your mother when she calls you, after hearing you
choke, you can't even giggle.

Step 5: Stay perfectly still even when you mother rips open the shower
curtain and finds you lying face down in the tub with the shower
going.

Step 6: Sharply lift your end when your mother grabs you in a panic and
smile and say, "Gotcha!"

No this didn't happen to me, but it did to a close friend with her 12 yr son. She told me the story, still in a little of a panic and I cracked up laughing so hard. I am quite sure that my mother is glad that I never thought of this!!!!!

Child's Play...Should I have concerns?

I was quite irritated by the twins curiosity in all the rooms but their own, so I had them come and play next to me in the living room. Sabrina was the doctor and had the doctor kit out. Olivia was not sure what to do, so I suggested that she be the mom, taking her sick child in to the doctor. Olivia climbed up on couch and sat there looking at the baby doll.

I suggested that she tell Dr. Sabrina, what was wrong with her baby. She looks up at me and looks over at Dr. Sabrina ands calmly almost morbidly spurts out, "The baby's dead."

My friend and I look at each other and burst out laughing.....it was so unexpected from such a little girl. Now the morning after, I wonder if I should have any concerns...........

Olivia, sorry O-LEEEE and the cute/bizarre things she does!

Olivia is now called O-LEEEE. I used to spell her nickname Ollie, but I think that the O-LEEEE, really expresses her way of saying it. On the way home from work yesterday, the back seat conversation went something like this:

Sabrina: Olwiva

Olivia: Not Olwiva, I O-LEEEE.

Sabrina: Olia

Olivia: Not Olia, I O-LEEEE. Say it, O

Sabrina: O

Olivia: now LEEEE

Sabrina: Lee

Olivia: O-LEEE!

Sabrina: Olia.

Olivia: M-Om, him not saying O-LEEE.

I think Olivia has taken to Jonathan's method. Example of the conversation the night before:

Sabrina: Pa-sic-able

Jonathan: Huh?

Sabrina: Pa-sic-able (this time pointing to the freezer)

Me: I think she wants a POP-SIC-LE.

Jonathan: Sabrina say Popsicle.

Sabrina: Pa-sic-able

Jonathan: Say pop.

Sabrina: Pop

Jonathan: now say sic.

Sabrina: Sic

Jonathan: cull

Sabrina: cull

Jonathan: Popsicle

Sabrina: Pa-sic-able

Reminds me of the TABOR story.......anyway....she'll get it, specially with the great patience of Daddy and O-LEEEE!

Some Memories of Patrick

After reading m mother's blog and "meeting" Patrick's girlfriend online, I've been thinking about him (Patrick) a lot. I am the oldest one in my family, and there is quite a generation gap between him and I.



Patrick was my buddy when he was about the twins age. I was home schooled and tended him while my parents worked. When I think back to those years, and about Patrick, the show "Kids say the darnest things" come into mind. Patrick is someone who speaks his mind.



I took him with me when he was about 3 or 4 years old to a garage sale. The lady running the garage sell happened to be smoking. Patches (Patrick's nickname back then), pinched his nose, and cleared his throat. Getting no response he cleared his throat louder. The lady looked at him and he says, "Excuse me, but some of us have to breathe down here!". Needless to say, we didn't get anything and left quickly after that.



Another time, I took him to a neighbors house. He was young about 3, and everyone around him was pregnant. This lady we were visiting wasn't, but due to her size, Patches asked her, "Are you having a baby?" Of course she wasn't, and obviously not the shiniest pebble on the beach, because she answered, "No, why would you think that?". Even back than before having my own children I knew that was not the question to ask after someone thought you were pregnant. I mean seriously, I as an adult couldn't answer that one without digging some kind of hole.

Patches responded in an honest 3/4 year old logic, "Because you're getting kind of fat!" Needless to say that put a sword in our neighborly friendship.

This next one, is about Patches first girlfriend and her name was Chelsea. She was this adorable little girl who lived up the street. She would come and ring the doorbell to see if Patches could come and play. No at this time in his life little girls were not an interest. Now if she had been a boy or better yet a Power Ranger or Ninja Turtle, he'd be all on it! Instead he'd poke his head throw the railing at the top of the stairs and whisper yell, "Tell her I'm not here." I think this is funny because he was only about 3 maybe 4 at the time.

One more tail for now, this one more embarrasses me, but it's funny and about Patches. I had a bunch of mixed youth (boys and girls) from the church over for some kind of planning activity. I was about 14 years old at the time. Patches thought it would be great to give everyone a "present". He went into the bathroom and came out with "presents", preceding to hand everyone a unused feminine pad. I still remember the embarrassment I felt as I quickly collected everyone's "presents" and cried or wailed to my mother.................