The feeder mice chapter has ended. Much more humanely than you may have imagined. Although, if you WERE imagining a gruesome death for 2 poor, defenseless, charitable, well-educated rodents, I don't want to know.

I did post them on craigslist. My posting was flagged. Some bleeding heart apparently didn't like it that some people have snakes for pets and gasp! actually feed them. But before it was flagged, I got a bite. I also had someone interested in the mice...

Anyway, a chick with pink hair and piercings (yes, I was thrilled!) came and got them. We were both happy with our own end of the deal and the book has been closed on the mice saga.

Pink Hair did leave me her number though, so if I call her to buy baby mice, you'll be the first to know.

In other pet news, just in case you're still reading this post, my dog is psycho. Apparently the rabbit is too. What's with my pets being psychotic? Wait! Don't answer that...

So the dog chases shadows. I researched it and found that he's just being neurotic. He spends too much time alone or something. We took him to a doggie therapist and she diagnosed him with OCD. He's constantly washing his hands in the toilet and checking to make the sure his crate is locked.

Starting with we took him to... lies, all lies...

So, I can't think of a way to segue into anything else interesting, so bye now!

Pancake and Syrup are still alive. What?
I got another mouse to see if our snake Medusa preferred females over males. WHAT?
Why are you laughing? Some snakes can "smell" the difference.
So now we have 2 mice and a ball python. In the same tank.

I put them on craigslist. 2 free mice. I'd link to it, but you know, I don't want you to know where I live unless you already do. You understand. And don't think I'll send you my address with the promise that you'll come get them. Or that you'll send me a New Years card. Or that I might like some flowers. OK, I might send you my address for flowers.

Anyhoo, someone did respond and ask if I would deliver them 20 minutes away since they didn't know this side of the river that well. I sarcastically helpfully suggested they google directions and that I wasn't about to deliver 2 free mice. I haven't heard back from them yet. I don't know what THEIR problem is.

So the feeder mice saga continues. And that's what passes for up-to-the-minute news at our house during a Christmas time blizzard trapped with 4 sugared up kids and a husband with cabin fever. Oh, did I mention that we are also watching a friend's boxer for a week? I didn't? That's because I'm trying to stay sane and telling everyone that this is the 4th dog-sitting gig I've done since Dec. 19th would make me sound less than sane.

Like this blog post may possibly be doing.

Carry on...

Lemme give you a twopic.
Twalk amongst ya-selves.


*Why does the busiest airport in the world have chicken bones on the floor in Baggage Claim?

*Why does my 3.5 yr-old have no interest in potty-training unless it involves bribery? Perhaps I'm being played?

*Why would a old gross smoker ask me if any of us darlin's have a cigarette when it was me and 2 of my KIDS standing there?

*Why have my children been obsessed with the fattest-man-in-the-world?

*Why have I wanted to send them a postcard "from" the fattest-man-in-the-world (asking them to bring him more food and if they don't he'll eat them) as a joke?

*Who told my kindergartner that we live in the nostril of the state we live in? (If you know what state we live in, look, we live right at the nose)

*What in the world did the dog eat, because the hork on the carpet is unidentifiable? (just so you know, I cleaned it up BEFORE I blogged)

*Why did I just break my own I-don't-post-about-vomit rule?

*Why have I decided to up my school hours from 18 to virtually 30?

*When did the kids going to high school become closer in age to my daughter than to me?

*Why are there popcorn kernels all over the living room floor, when I don't buy popcorn?

*Why am I blogging about them instead of vacuuming them up?

*Why are you still reading this post?

Buh-bye!

Updates

Still waiting on news on the house. Apparently trying to buy a house in quasi-foreclosure takes longer than a...
than a...
longer than something that takes a really long time, that's what.

Sassafras's attitude has greatly improved this past week. Incidentally, the Wii wouldn't turn on all last week. Do I know anything about why the Wii wouldn't turn on? If I do, I'm not telling...

Pickles has told me everyday for the past week that after my sister's wedding next Friday, that he wants his hair cut into a mohawk. This will be his 3rd or 4th mohawk. He usually gets one at the beginning of the summer. After Memorial Day, you can wear white shoes again, people up north open their pools, and Pickles gets a mohawk. It's how we mark the seasons up hee-yah.

Bud has had a melt-down everyday this week. So Sass calms down with no Wii, and Bud needs it to calm down. That sounds like a really boring topic for a really boring research paper, no? The difference in boys and girls reaction to electronic stimuli. Or perhaps that one is better left unwritten...

Hamster has decided to expand his vocabulary. Unfortunately most of the new words are references to anatomy (he's the youngest of 4 and has 2 older brothers) and what that function of that anatomy is, but at least he's talking more.

I'm flying out Tuesday night with all 4 kids...alone...
James flies out Wednesday. He can miss less classes than I can, or that's what he tells me anyway. So say a little prayer Tuesday, that I won't go insane at the airport and be subjected to a strip search. I'll try very hard not to pretend my thumb and index finger are a gun. And I will valiantly resist making bomb jokes. But I can't promise I won't ask my children where their mother is if they misbehave.

That's all ya get tonight. I have to finish several assignments that are due while we're gone, that I have to turn in before we leave. And finals are coming up soon too. And I start a chemistry class before finals are outdone at one of the schools I'm attending.

aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...................................

What's up?

I haven't been around much. I've been rather busy.

I decided to go for the doctorate degree here at school, rather than just the technologist program. All y'all in GA don't need to worry though, because I will transfer to the school in ATL when James is done in about 2 yrs. I can start the program in November, after I finish 12 hrs of chemistry and 6 hrs of physics over the summer, along with 12 hrs of junior/senior level classes. Before you add them all up, I'll just tell you that will 30 credit hrs of classes in 5 months. That's actually less than James takes each trimester (4 mo.) here. I'm only taking 18 hrs right now, so that will add a bit more.

So, if this post is boring, it's just because my sense of humor is being slowly sucked from my brain as things like the entire lymph system is being shoved in. There's simply no room for funny in Anatomy and Physiology 2. Actually there is, but the professors prefer it if you don't make jokes about the cadavers in lab. Making references to forks and beef jerky are frowned upon when you're tracing the circulatory system in a dead body.

I also was out of town this past weekend. I went to Baltimore to a jewelry show with 3 of my moms (it's a southern thang), and 3 of my sisters. What? Michelle, I thought you only had 2 sisters? I do, one of those sisters is a soul sista. Here's something you may not realize about the South. Eventually everyone you know is related to you. By blood, or by 'adoption'. Your sisters-in-law become your sisters (unless you hate them, in that case, they remain your husband's sisters or your brother's wife), your nephews become your boys, or your close friends become your sisters/brothers, etc.

My kids have a Grandpa. He's actually my husband's sister's husband's father. Follow that? They also have Bubba (James' dad) and my dad (GrandDaddy), as well as various other dads who would claim me and James, and our kids as their grandkids.

I wonder if anyone has ever written a book trying to detail southern social customs... It would long I bet. And boring probably. Ok, never mind. How about you just keep reading this blog, and eventually I'll learn y'all a little sumpin sumpin.

See? I can't even keep a post running smoothly! I bet you were hoping to hear more about school, or the kids, or my trip to the East Coast to eat crabcakes, buy jewelry, see the ocean, and stay out till 2 in the morning wandering around, or something. Oh well!

I was sitting in my truck at Walmart last night on the phone.

I was sitting in my truck because I can't shop and talk at the same time.

So I was sitting in my truck and I feel a bump. Some one had backed into me while I was in my truck! I jumped out as they were about to race off. They saw me and got out too.

Now, I drive a Suburban. I would have to be smashed between 2 semis for my truck to get a dent, but still.

me: What are you doing?
Stupid Dude: Huh? Oh sorry.
me: Watch what you're doing!
Stupid Dude: I said sorry. It was an accident.
me: Well, you can't just go around hitting other people's cars!
Stupid Dude: I didn't mess up your car, I just tapped you.
me: Yes, but it's MY car! Be careful!
Stupid Dude: OK, sorry.
me: Whatever.

OK, so this sort of highlights how I talk to strangers. But only strangers who do stupid things. I leave most strangers alone.

This was at the "nice" Walmart too. Usually I shop at the Simpsons Walmart. That's what I call it because all the shoppers there look like Simpsons characters. Think Moe, or Cletus the Slack-jawed Yokel. Yeah, I shop there too, but I'm more like the pretty celebrity doing a cameo.

They're renovating the nice Walmart, although honestly I don't know how they could improve it. It's already everything I could ask for in a shopping experience.

I went shopping late last night. I do this to avoid shopping with children. I wait until they're in bed, then I take "me" time to go buy Pull-ups and cereal. Actually, I did have kind of a nice time by myself, minus the Stupid Dude tapping my bumper. I got to talk to my sista-friend Eve, and then I went to Nobody's to talk politics with J hang out for an hour or so. So I actually did get to have some grown-up conversation. You'd think I'd be able to have grown-up conversations at school. You'd think that, but you'd be wrong.

I'm taking a philosophy class. It's a philosophy class based on the degree that I'm getting. It's sort of anti-Western medicine philosophy. So I sat through an hour of brainwashing philosophy yesterday. The professor blah-blahed on about how terrible MD's are and how backwards allopathic medicine is. Finally I'd had enough. I raised my hand and said that I thought what he was saying was all well and good, but if I cut my arm off, I'm going to the hospital. I also told him that 99% of people who go into Medicine are in it to help people. They truly want to help people be healthy. He listened politely and changed the subject.

I don't think my philosophy prof will invite me out for drinks anytime soon.

Just Playing

I just found a list of little cheat sheet things to change the words on my blog. I think you'll find the changes overused fascinating! Join me on a short journey into the world of boring life changing tricks.
I now know how to

strikethrough

underline

bold

etc.

Can you think of a bigger waste use of my time?

You know what's really geeky? I actually was excited to learn how to do these things...

Remember when I posted about that gross lady at the dermatologists office who described in way too much detail her issues? Well, the good thing was that I never have to see her again. Unfortunately, I do have to see the gross women I go to school with.

*I know that ended with a preposition, and I don't care*

You may have the same kind of gross women at your job/school/gym too. You know, the ones who quite colorfully their stitches, their kid's diaper contents, their husband's size (bank account or whatever).

There are two women in particular who go to school with me. They sit and discuss their in and outs. *Any pun you can think of, definitely intended*

Michelle! Why don't you sit somewhere so that you can't hear them?

Well, dear reader, because there is a particular little lounge that is only open to undergraduate students and the doctoral students have to keep out. So we have our own little piece of heaven down in the basement so we have space to study, eat, discuss personal details and whatnot. And that's pretty much my only option for studying, unless I want to lug all my books, lunch, and purse through the labyrinth that is my school.

So, from 1-1:45 everyday, there are two women who discuss all the details that best friends should share, but they do it front of anyone who happens to be in the room at the time. It's very hard to tune it out. I've taken to going down to the computer lab to avoid hearing about how their little darling said blah blah blah and how hilarious it was. Or how their husband said blah blah blah and how irritating it was. Or how one of the professors said blah blah blah and how asinine it was.

Why don't people consider other people? I know that you, special one, never do things that would irritate someone else, so maybe I shouldn't bother asking you.

They might as well just chew their toenails or pick their nose or rub their behinds on the carpet...

I think that would just as appropriate as having verbal diarrhea all over the undergrad lounge.

Ewwww, nasty!

OK, I'm done.

3.5 grits

The Massachusetts DMV will allow people to choose their own gender to put on their driver's licenses now. That means a man can use the women's restroom if he wants to. Would you feel comfortable with that?

On the other hand, if someone truly feels like a woman trapped in a man's body, or vice verse, and they've been living and dressing as a woman/man, is it appropriate for a police officer or security guard to make them prove their gender to use the restroom?

When I read or hear stories about gender confusion, I feel very sad for that person. And I also think that there has to be genetic components to their decision. Why in the world would someone decide to live their life with pain and confusion about something so fundamental to who they are?

Wasting time

I'm sitting here in computer class. I'm supposed to be listening, but there isn't really anything to listen to yet. I'm almost always late to this class. It's a 7:30 class. The kids can't really be at school before then. So, I usually have to drop them off slightly early and they sit around in the lobby waiting to be able to go to the cafeteria. Anyway, today I got to school on time. And we are just sitting here. Waiting for the teacher to start. The one day I'm here on time and I didn't really need to be.

It wasn't too cold this morning. Maybe 20 degrees. Oh no! Am I getting used to this ridiculous weather? Someone told me that people live longer here in the cold weather. I wonder why they would want to...