HE SAID WHAT????

An elderly man giving a talk at church last Sunday on love.  "If you bring your wife home roses you'll get more than just cookies."

I almost had to leave the room.

GOLLY GEE

Look what came in the mail today...  I am still chuckling.    

For those of you who may not know, this is called a golliwogg and when I was growing up in the UK they were everywhere.  Robertson Jams used him as a mascot until too many complained that it was racist but to me it is just pleasant memory of my childhood.  

It remains to be seen if I am game enough to use it as a key chain (I don't want to get beat up) or if it will be relegated to the toy box to join the larger version of the golliwogg we have there.  Regardless, it was great to receive a little parcel of love in the mail and to know that somewhere far away a friend thought of me when she saw this and cared enough to purchase it, wrap it up pretty, and send it.  Thanks again Haley, I love it!

SAME OLD STORY, DIFFERENT CITY

Sex and politics it would appear, is not unique to just Washington.

Does this mean there is an entrance for the special ones?

And while I am at it, what the heck is President Washington sporting on this statue?

He had one on the other side too.  Maybe there is a reason he was America's first president.

DEFINITIONS

Yesterday while sitting in Tim Horton's (every Canadian knows what this is, for everyone else it's a donut/coffee shop and trust me when I tell you, you don't know what you are missing but I digress) anyway while in Tim Horton's with my DIL and grandkids an annoying fly buzzed around Maia's head.  She was a little concerned about it so William told her to shoo it away.  He then turned to me and said:

"I know what shoo means!"

"You do?" I asked

"yep, it means bugger off" he whispered

I was not sure I had heard properly.

"Pardon me?"

"It means BUGGER OFF" he yelled.

For my non Canadian readers, the one thing you must  know is that Tim Horton's or Timmy's as we like to refer to it, is rarely empty and yesterday was no exception.  

BABY POOL

Jump in the pool and see if you can call it.  Brittany is due to have her baby on September 24th.  There will be an awesome prize for the person whose guess is the closest to the actual arrival time.

Here comes the small print even though it's not actual small print because I am too lazy to change the font size and I know a few of you too lazy to get your reading glasses out.  You know who you are.

Yes, I will even send the prize all the way to New Zealand, Germany, USA, Korea, France, UK & Mexico.  If you live anywhere else I probably don't know you and that's kind of creepy.

No there will be no skill testing question if you win... a) Because this is not a lottery regulated under Canadian law and b) that would preclude a few of you from winning.

Prize will be deemed awesome by me the prize giver, not necessarily the receiver.

The parents of the baby can enter the contest as long as it is well before labour begins.

Guesses must be received by September 1st.

Good luck!

YOU CAN'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER

While out shopping with a young friend (Cora), I came across this funky little kitchen gadget.  It's a potato masher and I just couldn't resist it's charm.  Into the cart it went with a few other items.   As I was checking out, Cora spotted it and gushed over how cute it was.

"My aunt would love this" she said "her BF (boyfriend for those of you who are not familiar with young speak) is from Jamaica" She continued "but that's okay, we really like him."

I broke into laughter.   It was good to know that Cora was cool with her caucasian aunt dating a black guy from Jamaica it was just funny hearing what could be construed as a  racist comment coming from a girl who is herself black.

Well when I say black, I use the term loosely.  Her skin is dark but inside she is about as white as they come.  It's almost as if there was some cosmic switch that occurred while trying on a pair of earrings at a new age store (if you've seen the movie the Hot Chick you'll know exactly what I am referring to).   I swear some white girl from the valley got her body and that somewhere in California there is a blonde whose name is Ashley but insists on being called Taniqua, going around saying "Holla girl, why you always got ta be baller blockin on me? Fo' shizzle.

Don't be hatin', Cora.  You know it's true.

MY NEW ADDICTION

A clue that I have been watching too much of the Food Network?

I made my grandkids these.

LAST EPISODE????

I thought I was done with mice  I thought I'd sent the message loud and clear that I would not tolerate their wanton trespassing into my home.  I guess that's what I get for thinking.

Last week, feeling a little peckish, I went to the pantry to grab a granola bar.  I reached into the box and pulled one out and without looking began to open the wrapper but then noticed this:

I was not a happy camper and immediately set in action a plan that was sure to catch the little culprit.

I put the granola bar in a box and then placed a glue trap right in front.  Genius.  

Ian and I went away for the weekend to a attend a wedding and as soon as I arrived home I immediately checked the pantry and this is what I found....

the trap gone and the box chewed through in one corner.

I turned the pantry upside down looking for that mouse and the trap.  I searched in vain.   

I called Kere and asked if maybe she or Matthew had found it and disposed of it.  She told me that she had gone into the pantry to get a new box of cereal and had heard something scurrying around so she hightailed it out of there.

Thanks Kere.

All week long it has bothered me.  I have taken a flashlight and checked every nook and cranny of that room.  Where on earth could it have gone?   If I hadn't taken pictures to document it, I would have thought that maybe I had imagined putting the trap there.  It was kind of freaking me out.  

Tonight while watching TV I caught a whiff of something rather unpleasant.  We pulled the sofa away from the wall and while the odour increased, we couldn't see anything.  We turned the sofa upside down and there, stuck to the bottom of the sofa was the glue trap, dead mouse and all.  Yuck!

Somehow the mouse had managed to make it across the pantry room floor and under the door to the family room...

and then under the sofa.

Hopefully this is the last episode of the "Mouse Wars".