Damn Voles

Okay, so Mr. Katt is about to be fired as our official vole killer. He did well earlier this year, but has slacked and now the voles have made off with two pepper plants. One with many Cayenne peppers on it and all! Stupid voles.

I have sprinkled pepper flakes all over our boxes (this is supposed to work, but please note the damn voles ate a CAYENNE PLANT WITH CAYENNE PEPPERS ON IT).

I may be resorting to mouse traps or coyote urine (I KNOW!) soon to get rid of these evil garden raiders.

And I don't care what you say...they are not cute!!!

Things I Got From My Mom

Again, not a complete list:

• My ability to be a very loyal friend
• My love of Labrador Retreivers (much against my will, might I add)
• Being able to tell my kids I love them openly and often
• My klutziness
• A good work ethic
• A fundamental feeling that my life has value - from day one
• Unwavering support - no matter what the personal opinion of my thoughts or shenanigans

Thanks Mom!

Things I Got From My Dad

(Yes, Things I Got From My Mom Will Be Next.)

This is not meant to be a complete list.

1) My middle name - check it out, he denies it but the date on this video is quite telling.



2) My love of dirt bikes, fishing (if catching something) and horses. Not that I get to indulge much these days.

3) My love of The Supremes, Surfaris and Paul Revere and the Raiders.

4) My Quixotic approach to life (yes, I realize this can be futile, but it's nice to be idealistic).

5) My Blue Eyes.

6) The Green Bay Packers.

7) After some struggles along the way, because he's a cowboy and always will be, a sense of how much he loves me.

Thanks Dad.

Things I Wish Would Go Differently or Better

I want Brett to report to training camp Friday (he faxed his letter to the NFL Commissioner today) and the Packers are all there to welcome him with open arms (it ain't gonna happen, but it's my blog so there).

I want Little Bit to stay out of the principal's office all the way until his track break starts in October. Yes, he's already been there once in two days, he's got to test this new teacher out. Good news, she seems to have a high level of energy and commitment. She's going to need it. So am I, apparently. I wish track break was more than three weeks.

I wish that The Husband could manage to multi task for once in his life or be on time for once in his life because sometimes I have to work too and I can't manage his life for him. At the same time as keeping up with my job, kids, changing oil on the cars, paying the bills etc.

I wish Big Bit had more of a backbone and could tell his dad (who is NOT TH in case you're keeping track and didn't know) that he thinks the EHFH is psycho and wants to stay here instead of going back because he really doesn't want to live with a psycho. (I knew he was, all along, but Big Bit's finally figured it out on his own).

Argh. Anyway, just had to vent a little, I love all four of the above (three more than the other one of course) but there are days I DO NOT UNDERSTAND MEN. This was one of them.

Just Because The World Needs a New Good Song

I know I have a few obsessions. However, though I've always liked Rick Springfield, it wasn't until I saw him last winter that he moved to that category.

Seriously, I've been in recovery on that subject. :) This week, however, I did stumble across this on YouTube. This is worthy of 80's fangirl screaming. Good song. Check it out.

P.S. He's 59 next week. Holy Cow!

It's About That Time

Who do you hope to see for VP candidate picks? It's going to make things more interesting...I really hope McCain picks Romney...yes I do. (Evil Grin).

On the other side? Hm. I think I've turned against my own gender because although there are some great women options (no, not Hillary), I am really leaning towards John Edwards. But, as with my work situation, I have to let "the guy in charge" make decisions that impact my future and hope that he has my best interests as well as those of the greater good at heart.

So as the "big guy" at work makes his decision on Sybil's replacement, and John and Barack make their decisions, may they all be guided with wisdom and strength.

RIP, Mr. P

Idaho lost a great guy today. Dan Peterson died at the age of 55. He'd been a player in the Shakespeare Festival I think since it's inception 30 some years ago. I don't remember a year I didn't see him playing some part, even if small, with his usual panache; and one of my fondest memories is of his green show featuring the "worst guest" at the Festival: riding his bike straight from the Greenbelt into the amphitheatre, setting up a small, yet smoky barbecue grill ready for bratwurst etc., high backed lawn chairs guaranteed to get the burn going for those lucky guests sitting on the ground behind you, a cigar, arguing with the usher who was trying desperately to get him to behave etc. etc.

Godspeed Dan, and my thoughts are with your wife. I didn't "know" you, but I sure felt like I did. And, from what I hear from some who did, you were a hell of a guy and a hell of an Idahoan. I will miss you like crazy when I go to MacBeth on August 9. I would have gotten to see my old friend again.