I Love Mices To Pieces

Does anyone else here in Chambana have problems with critters in their egress windows? I thought I had the problem solved last year when I covered the grate with wire mesh, but every now and then a small rodent gets in and can't get back out. If they don't get back out they gnaw on the window screen, then I can't open the window because of all the holes.

The King and I look like two crazy people getting them out. I take the pool skimmer net and the King takes a broom and shoos them onto the net and then before they can jump back off we kind of fling them out onto the grass. Airborne rodent. It's kind of funny actually.

Yesterday I noticed another one had gotten in. I was tempted to just go down and grab it by the tail and fling it out, but I know if I keep tempting fate I'm going to get bit and end up with rabies or hanta virus. I figured I'd just wait for when the King got home from work. The only problem with that was when the Prince came home from school he was throwing up and I made the King take him to Inconvenient Care. The general chaos of cleaning throw up off the carpet plus going to the doctor plus making sure the pharmacy put flavoring in the medicine plus getting something for dinner plus general baby care made me forget about that rodent completely. When I remembered this morning it was on it's last legs. Poor thing. It's all my fault.

You might be thinking gross, it's a freaking mouse for crying out loud. I know, I know, but I love all animals and I feel bad to see them suffering. I'm a stupid sap and I can't help it. This one died because of me and I feel terrible. Sigh.

IPO

God damn I miss my dad so much it isn't even funny. I keep catching myself about to call him to tell him something and then I realize he's gone. I'm also stuck in one of those stages of grief that you hear about, except I'd call mine Incredibly Pissed Off rather than Anger. I wonder how long until I move into another stage? I've been in this one since he died. Fucking cancer.

I also find myself wondering what kind of cancer I'm going to get. Everyone, I mean everyone in my father's family had some kind of cancer so unless my mother's genes are evening things out for me (her family lives forever, good Greek genes that she has) I'm going to get something. Will those cigarettes I smoked in my teens come back and bite me in the ass? Have I come in contact with a carcinogen that flipped on my cancer switch?

I used to work for a group of surgeons before I got married. I used to get annoyed at the cancer-phobes that used to call for an appointment convinced that they were going to die because they were showing some symptoms of colon cancer. Now I can't say that I blame them.

This post isn't turning out the way I'd planned. Fucking cancer, fucking with my brain. Sorry for all the swearing. Like I said, Incredibly Pissed Off.

Sad

I usually keep my political opinions to myself. You know, the old saying about never discussing religion or politics at a dinner party. I guess this one covers both actually.

I just read on Perez Hilton that Elton John and his partner were trying to adopt a baby boy from Ukraine and were denied because they weren't married. In the Ukraine you have to be a married couple to adopt children. Elton John and his partner have one of those legal civil union things in the UK, but I guess it wasn't good enough for Ukraine.

This is what gets my panties in a bunch. Elton John stated that they "fell in love" with this little baby boy and wanted very much to adopt him. So it's better to let the poor kid grow up in an orphanage with people who could probably give two shits about him rather than let him be adopted by two people who aren't married but who love him?

What is wrong with this picture?!

So what if they aren't married? So what if they are two gay men? So what, so what, so what?!!! (Picture me stamping my foot here for emphasis.) I wonder if Elton John will lawyer up like Madonna did in Malawi and appeal? I hope so.

Mortification

To say that the Prince is having a rough transition into kindergarten is putting it mildly. This past week I have been spoken to by his teacher every day after school. I am mortified at some of the things she has told me.

I won't go into them here, so as not to embarrass the hell out of him when he is older. Let's just say that if he did those things when he was at home I would put him up for adoption. Kidding, kidding. I am just so frustrated because he knows. He knows he is supposed to follow the rules and be polite. He knows how to act while at school. If you ask him the classroom rules, he can recite them back to you and tell you what they mean. The boy knows.

The scary thing is that he could care less when we punish him. There is no punishment that we have dealt out so far that has really gotten to him. We don't spank, so that's out. We just don't believe in it. But we have taken away TV time, computer time, Wii games, toys, sweets, and...nothing. Nothing is working. I'm at a loss.

I'm also open to suggestions.

Prayer

Dear God,

Please help me heal whatever the heck I did to my knees and back while doing the 30-Day Shred. I have small children and a husband and a cat that require my attention. Every. Single. Minute.

Also, please forgive me for everything I did from age 14-25.

Amen