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Well, I went shopping today. I idiotically called a hanger a ladder when speaking with a sales associate at Jacob. I blaimed it on the 3 coffees I had. Anyways, I picked up some cool stuff. Three tops, a fitted burgundy jacket, and a pair of brown sneakers with yellow detailing in a men's 39, along with cushy insoles and 30" laces. I really like them. I generally prefer male and unisex sneakers and shoes.

Mom recently borrowed this sonic thing called a PestChaser to ward off the field mice, since I am fucking terrified and she is pretty terrified. I'm not even kidding. Before we had these machines, we were still using the regular traps that hold chunks of cheese or peanut butter, which squish and then trap the mouse when it bites on the food. We decided that another option was needed, because without a man in the house any longer, we had an episode carting one out about 3 months ago. After we finished freaking out and screaming about the corpse in the trap, (which is just as terrifying somehow), we made a deal: one of us had to get the thing out from under her bed, the other had to bring it outside to the dog shit box. She even let me choose which one I wanted to do. I chose the latter, rationalizing that since she would skirt the thing out, I'd have a few seconds to look at it and calm myself down so I could carry it outside. Well, sorta look at it, since I put on polarized sunglasses before the whole ordeal. I suggested she use the pooper scooper, since grabing the trap was completely out of the question, with or without gloves, plastic bags, newspapers, or magazines. We tried all of the above. So she used the p.s. and got it out. I managed to clamp the very edge of the trap with the claw of the p.s. and looked down to see the mouse dangling belly up with its little feet and that ugly tale. Though they are small, they still weigh something, which probably felt heavier because I was spooked. I practically ran the thing outside. This took us about a half an hour and I'm not even joking. I know at least half of why I am so terrified. When we moved in here, the previous owners had an infestation, including tunnels in the laundry room insulation, and a dead nest behind the stove (which we also got rid of). And lastly, the little brownish black pellets that I can now distinguish even from tiny pieces of lint or fuzz. When I tell people of this phobia, they often say 'Why? They are so cute.' No they aren't. They are dirty, they shit everywhere, and they nest. They invade your home.

So late last week, Mom returned the first one to her friend and bought two of her own. We put one in the garage and one in the main living area. 2 nights ago, I was reading downstairs and what do I see skirting across the floor, against the wall and then behind the wall unit? Yes. Grey and small. I freaked, woke Mom up at 12:30 and we chatted for about two hours with tea. We talked about guys, relationship dynamics, house sounds, and mice.

I'm very open with my mom, and we have a good relationship which is getting better. Today when I came home she asked me why I don't ask her to come shopping with me, and I said that I would next time. I don't really shop with anyone, unless I am buying cd's or know exactly what I want. I don't like living by other people's schedules, or taking too long for them, or irritating them with or without them telling me. I like to just go at my own pace, ya know? Anyways, she said 'Don't worry hunny, we'll get more of those sonic things. I've gotta go to sleep because I have to be up in two hours.' It was a great ending to a suddenly bad night.

So now we have 5 of those PestChasers, and I haven't seen the little guy or any others.

"We should be pretty protected now. We've got one in every main room."
~Momma

I got my loan app in today. A lot of details involving a very boring situation. I won't bother with it, please just wish me luck and prompt delivery.

I made the best toasted sandwich today with smoked gouda. I hadn't tried it before. Brochen and gouda is really good with servelat, and I haven't had that in a few years. Although I will soon.

Fort McMurray Friday morning. I'm going to buy a disposable camera or borrow a good one, and post a bunch of pictures in probably a month or so. Latz peeps.

p.s. Mr O...I was knocking on your front door shortly after 9 p.m. last night; I also left a message when I got into the building. We had phone/internet problems yesterday, which have hopefully been fixed now. I'm going to call you right now.

CXRHS, wanna go to Tubby Dog in the next 2 days?
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I've got Wednesday off this week!! We should totally do that!
I'm so there dood. Shit, Wednesday off this week is cool beans man. What tim should I call you tomorrow? You can call me too, but I might not be here.
Later afternoon/early eve might work out best. I got a lot f lamesauce errands to fill that day off, of course! Call my cell, yo!
Why can't I come along for some...we haven't hung out in a while. I can see you at cjsdub on the comp right now. How ya feeling right now?
When Darbi gets tired, she writes both poorly and redundantly.
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lol, funny story, Damn mice.
heh!! yeah, it was pretty ridiculous, but hilarious. Me and ma are total girls about this mouse biz.
i was worried about you d-tron and i wasnt even sure if you were coming over. i realized you had phone and internet problems (because the service on your homeline wasnt even available) so that is why i called from steve's cellphone to your cellphone hoping that you would call it but i dont know if you carried yours with you.

anyways, i guess there were some crossed wires but we will get it worked out for next time. let me know if you are coming for the second, but we definately need to get together before that. maybe go out for a movie or something (that new scarlet and woody allen film has piqued my interest!)

I'm in Fort McMurray until the 1st...I may be able to make it, depending on when we get back in town...if not, other nights, as well as possible Toga parties with Darbi in a purple sheet are still a maybe. Hell, maybe I'll have one.

Probably not, no.
I absolutely hate mice too, so I understand your phobia. When I was at the cottage recently I spotted a mouse running behind a couch and I freaked out (even though it was some tiny little deer (sp?) mouse). Someone set a trap and we heard the mouse being caught so I felt a little more at ease. I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I knew it was running around. But, turns out, the next morning that the mouse was smart enough to get the food out of the trap without being trapped. Needless to say, I swung my feet from up off the floor and curled into a little ball on the couch. They creep me the fuck out, seriously. I think it is more so the idea of them scurrying around my feet when I am asleep. Ugh. I feel for you. I hope all those little buggers are caught.

I am the same way with shopping. More so shopping for clothes. I have to do that on my own. Other stuff is okay, but I think most of it has to do with not wanting people to see how much money I actually spend! Plus too many would talk me out of buying stuff (but when I am lacking funds, that might be a good thing!). But I do admit that I like shopping for clothes when it is someone else that is doing the shopping. I'll make them buy anything and everything because I am a bad influence. ;)

And now I really want a grilled cheese for some reason.