As many of you know I am a very time conscious person. I like to know what time it is and I like to be on time, in fact it is difficult for me to be late. Knowing this you will better be able to understand the following.
Everyday I drive the same route to work, I try to leave at the same time (7:35) and arrive the same time. And so I gauge if I am on time by all the electronic clocks I drive by. (I would use my car clock, but I can't seem to figure out how to set it.) And so the first two clocks I drive by are within 100 yards of each other. The first one says 7:49 and the one right behind it says 7:42. Now being that they are so close and I can see them at the same time, I do not believe there to actually be a 7 minute lapse. So as I continue my way through town I come to a clock across town, and it says 7:49. My belief is that none of these clocks are right, and I have come to an acceptance of this, as long as they all say these times when I drive by I will be on time.
And so I arrive at work and go inside, where all the clocks are once again different. There is a regular clock on the wall right in front of me, one on the computer, one on the phone, and one on my cell phone. For example if the one in front of me says 4:55 then the computer says 4:54, and the the phone says 4:57 and that means the time on my cell says 4:58.
So thanks to my new job I have had to come to a state of being less aware of the time for my own sanity. Not such a bad thing.
Noni Fun Fact: See first sentence.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Ahhh...
That is the sound that just came out of my mouth, a thankful sigh of relief mixed with the letting go of the stress that has been the Ted situation. And so as I sit in my comfy chair, barefoot and enjoying a nice cold Dr. Pepper I shall recount the remaining tale of the mouse (turned into mice) situation. And as you read this I hope you are laughing or at least smiling at the ridiculousness of it all, I know I am.
Having said that, I want to throw a huge thanks to my parents for all their prayers, support, and as you'll find out upon continuing to read, dirty work. I have been truly blessed with amazing parents.
Several days ago we discovered that while Ted may have been gone, he had at least two friends with him. At this point the mouse count is 3 and I was sure there could not possibly be more. I mean 3 mice, really could there be more? And the answer is yes, there only could there be, there were.
So my roommate let me know she had heard them under the island, not in it, but actually under it and there was a a separation in the wood. So I did the only reasonable thing and called my dad. He advised me to put some steelwool in the hole. Now let me just say I ain't no 30's housewife with steelwool laying around. So I told him I didn't have any and then he said aluminum foil would probably work, now that I had. So the hole was stuffed with foil and I was kinda grossed out. I mean what if it had tried to attack or something?
The next morning (Thursday) my mom called and said they would come on Saturday so my dad could look at things. What a relief, knowing someone was coming to help out.
Friday I realized I had never given control of my house to God. And so I have given it over to Him. I say my life is His, but sometimes knowingly and unknowingly I keep things from Him.
So today (Saturday) my parents came Dad with his tools and Mom with her moral support. Dad pried off the baseboard and found 3 little dead mice. That definitely explains the noise coming from down there, and thankfully they hadn't begun to smell. And like the great guy my dad is, he took care of them so I didn't have to see them and cleaned up under the island, put it back together, and sealed it up.
Let me also add we have not seen droppings since Wednesday night and the dead mouse count is up to 6. And because the last 3 were small, I'm beginning to think Ted wasn't Ted at all, but Tedette.
And so with a house that I feel is clean and mice-free I let out my sigh of relief and thankfulness, and am finally able to relax.
Noni Fun Fact: I was never afraid of the mice, it mostly just grossed me out and felt dirty.
Having said that, I want to throw a huge thanks to my parents for all their prayers, support, and as you'll find out upon continuing to read, dirty work. I have been truly blessed with amazing parents.
Several days ago we discovered that while Ted may have been gone, he had at least two friends with him. At this point the mouse count is 3 and I was sure there could not possibly be more. I mean 3 mice, really could there be more? And the answer is yes, there only could there be, there were.
So my roommate let me know she had heard them under the island, not in it, but actually under it and there was a a separation in the wood. So I did the only reasonable thing and called my dad. He advised me to put some steelwool in the hole. Now let me just say I ain't no 30's housewife with steelwool laying around. So I told him I didn't have any and then he said aluminum foil would probably work, now that I had. So the hole was stuffed with foil and I was kinda grossed out. I mean what if it had tried to attack or something?
The next morning (Thursday) my mom called and said they would come on Saturday so my dad could look at things. What a relief, knowing someone was coming to help out.
Friday I realized I had never given control of my house to God. And so I have given it over to Him. I say my life is His, but sometimes knowingly and unknowingly I keep things from Him.
So today (Saturday) my parents came Dad with his tools and Mom with her moral support. Dad pried off the baseboard and found 3 little dead mice. That definitely explains the noise coming from down there, and thankfully they hadn't begun to smell. And like the great guy my dad is, he took care of them so I didn't have to see them and cleaned up under the island, put it back together, and sealed it up.
Let me also add we have not seen droppings since Wednesday night and the dead mouse count is up to 6. And because the last 3 were small, I'm beginning to think Ted wasn't Ted at all, but Tedette.
And so with a house that I feel is clean and mice-free I let out my sigh of relief and thankfulness, and am finally able to relax.
Noni Fun Fact: I was never afraid of the mice, it mostly just grossed me out and felt dirty.
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Friday, July 15, 2011
Ted's Treasures
So there are several different titles I contemplated for this blog, and while I do like Ted's Treasures, I don't want the others to be wasted, so I will share them also: The Rest of the Story (ya know like Paul Harvey), Lesssons From a Mouse, or The Little Things.
Ted has not been seen or heard from for 5 nights now. This is a true blessing and answer to prayer. Thanks for all those who took the time to pray for this little situation. Our conclusion is that Ted ran out the back door when it was slightly ajar as it has not been seen since then. Now there were a couple nights I thought I heard him, but I was also half asleep and haven't 'heard' him for 3 nights. While this conclusion isn't the most likely scenario, it is possible, so that's what we're going with.
Now here's a story about the clean up. I have renamed the mouse droppings to Ted's Treasures, it sounds nicer. Anyways, there were lots of treasures left by Ted and so on Tuesday night I embarked on the mission to clean them all up. Now let's just say there was a lot of Cloroxing that happened that night. And my eyes were honing in on these little black treasures. So I got them all cleaned up and sat down, I also happened to look down and saw a little black spot on one of my toes. For an instant I was grossed out and couldn't believe I had gotten it on me. Then I remembered that was the toe I rammed into the box springs and had a small blood blister on. And so no treasures on me thankfully.
And now for the lessons I learned from this ordeal. First, I learned that I can't let something so small run my life. While we thought this mouse was out and about we let it run the house, and that was so chaotic and exhausting. Second, God answers prayer! As mentioned before I know I was very consumed by this mouse and knew God had to give me peace and patience to deal with it. And He did. Third, it's amazing how you can live with something until you know it's there. Ted had to have been in the house for about a week until we knew for sure he was here. That means we lived with Ted with no worries cuz weren't fully aware of the situation. Crazy. How often in life do we just think things are ok and then we become aware of the real situation? But whatever the case, the Truth remains and God is in control.
Noni Fun Fact: Whales are my favorite animal.
Ted has not been seen or heard from for 5 nights now. This is a true blessing and answer to prayer. Thanks for all those who took the time to pray for this little situation. Our conclusion is that Ted ran out the back door when it was slightly ajar as it has not been seen since then. Now there were a couple nights I thought I heard him, but I was also half asleep and haven't 'heard' him for 3 nights. While this conclusion isn't the most likely scenario, it is possible, so that's what we're going with.
Now here's a story about the clean up. I have renamed the mouse droppings to Ted's Treasures, it sounds nicer. Anyways, there were lots of treasures left by Ted and so on Tuesday night I embarked on the mission to clean them all up. Now let's just say there was a lot of Cloroxing that happened that night. And my eyes were honing in on these little black treasures. So I got them all cleaned up and sat down, I also happened to look down and saw a little black spot on one of my toes. For an instant I was grossed out and couldn't believe I had gotten it on me. Then I remembered that was the toe I rammed into the box springs and had a small blood blister on. And so no treasures on me thankfully.
And now for the lessons I learned from this ordeal. First, I learned that I can't let something so small run my life. While we thought this mouse was out and about we let it run the house, and that was so chaotic and exhausting. Second, God answers prayer! As mentioned before I know I was very consumed by this mouse and knew God had to give me peace and patience to deal with it. And He did. Third, it's amazing how you can live with something until you know it's there. Ted had to have been in the house for about a week until we knew for sure he was here. That means we lived with Ted with no worries cuz weren't fully aware of the situation. Crazy. How often in life do we just think things are ok and then we become aware of the real situation? But whatever the case, the Truth remains and God is in control.
Noni Fun Fact: Whales are my favorite animal.
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Friday, July 8, 2011
a blog at 4 in the am, this could be interesting
Some of you may be wondering why in the world would Noni be up at 4 am. You know I don't stay up this late, nor do I get up this early. Well if you saw my earlier facebook post you would have a good guess. There is currently a mouse terrorizing my house.
Now I have been through this sort of an ordeal before, and let's just say I am much more calm this time around. Last night upon confirmation of a mouse we emptied the pantry, set everything on the table and the island, and threw some stuff away. I have two mouse traps set, the no touch no view kind of course. And so went to bed not worried at all.
Well about an hour ago I heard some scratching, now this is odd because I am a sound sleeper. But I wasn't worried because I knew the traps were set. Well the noise got closer and so I turned on the light to access the situation. Upon finding a bag of oatmeal in the corner I threw it away and moved the trap to that point and attempted to go back to sleep. As you can tell this was unsuccessful, because I couldn't go back to sleep knowing it was in my room. So I went to the living room, which is farther from the food than my room, kinda. And I just thought I'd sleep a few more hours out here. And then I heard the mouse again. (I must interject here that I think I'll name it so I don't have to keep typing the word mouse. We'll it Ted.) So anyways I heard Ted again, and found it on the table. How did Ted get on the table? So Ted jumped onto one of the stools and was circling it. My genius plans was to grab the stool and fling Ted outside, but not without putting on some gloves first. Well as I'm about to grab the stool Ted jumps to the floor and scurries to my room. You can bet at this point I ain't going back to sleep, especially in there. So once again I strategically reposition the traps, and here I sit blogging, hoping this all comes to an end quickly, but not counting on it.
Also this was not proof read, so forgive my typos and poor gramar, after all I should be sleeping right now.
Noni Fun Fact: I'm a lot of fun at 4 in the morning.
Now I have been through this sort of an ordeal before, and let's just say I am much more calm this time around. Last night upon confirmation of a mouse we emptied the pantry, set everything on the table and the island, and threw some stuff away. I have two mouse traps set, the no touch no view kind of course. And so went to bed not worried at all.
Well about an hour ago I heard some scratching, now this is odd because I am a sound sleeper. But I wasn't worried because I knew the traps were set. Well the noise got closer and so I turned on the light to access the situation. Upon finding a bag of oatmeal in the corner I threw it away and moved the trap to that point and attempted to go back to sleep. As you can tell this was unsuccessful, because I couldn't go back to sleep knowing it was in my room. So I went to the living room, which is farther from the food than my room, kinda. And I just thought I'd sleep a few more hours out here. And then I heard the mouse again. (I must interject here that I think I'll name it so I don't have to keep typing the word mouse. We'll it Ted.) So anyways I heard Ted again, and found it on the table. How did Ted get on the table? So Ted jumped onto one of the stools and was circling it. My genius plans was to grab the stool and fling Ted outside, but not without putting on some gloves first. Well as I'm about to grab the stool Ted jumps to the floor and scurries to my room. You can bet at this point I ain't going back to sleep, especially in there. So once again I strategically reposition the traps, and here I sit blogging, hoping this all comes to an end quickly, but not counting on it.
Also this was not proof read, so forgive my typos and poor gramar, after all I should be sleeping right now.
Noni Fun Fact: I'm a lot of fun at 4 in the morning.
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Sunday, July 3, 2011
the problem with sunscreen
So yesterday I accompanied my friend and her kids to the pool. Now I put on sunscreen before I went, the spray kind, to make sure I didn't miss any spots. But apparently that did not work out for me as I have these nice streaks on my shoulders and back. After an hour or so at the pool I did not appear red. But several hours later I am, and slightly sore. But at least I'll have a little tan, even if it will be goofy looking. And so my faith in sunscreen is diminishing. Even so I got some good advice from my mom: white vinegar takes the sting away. And boy does it, it feels much better. Consequently, I now smell like vinegar.
Also this is a great time to wish you all a Happy 3rd of July! And I do hope there are no old ladies screaming at you to "Get off my wall!"
Noni Fun Fact: I want to go whale watching, whales are my favorite animal.
Also this is a great time to wish you all a Happy 3rd of July! And I do hope there are no old ladies screaming at you to "Get off my wall!"
Noni Fun Fact: I want to go whale watching, whales are my favorite animal.
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