tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post7653613409314986441..comments2023-08-15T05:02:58.115-04:00Comments on Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters: A Small Post of Random ThingsLollipop Goldsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01020874415819057995noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-8133739322585732392008-02-12T06:09:00.000-05:002008-02-12T06:09:00.000-05:00Speed hump, that's what we do? Oh dear oh dear. ...Speed hump, that's what we do? Oh dear oh dear. The worst part is I thought it was funny. And I totally would have taken photos, too.<BR/><BR/>BeaBeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11877513815828460269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-19983440687365416982008-02-11T22:53:00.000-05:002008-02-11T22:53:00.000-05:00Well, that's funny, because my spam recently said ...Well, that's funny, because my spam recently said "Baby-maker doesn't grow overnight." Hm....Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-57191544587772182912008-02-07T20:25:00.000-05:002008-02-07T20:25:00.000-05:00Oh, you are bringing such painful memories to the ...Oh, you are bringing such painful memories to the surface! :) Our mouse incidents over the summer were so hard for me to handle. Lily spent quite some time in her crib while I was trying to shoo one out the door with a broom. I think I saw that in a cartoon once. :)<BR/><BR/>And speed hump is freaking hilarious. The middle schooler in me pretty much loves that sign. Speed hump...that's what we do...that's classic. :)katdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04687817796634095367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-54088408792197230332008-02-07T19:29:00.000-05:002008-02-07T19:29:00.000-05:00I need me a sign like that! By the way, I tagged y...I need me a sign like that! By the way, I tagged you - not like you don't have enough writing to do already...Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02519495904693373900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-43340276885708294262008-02-07T13:38:00.000-05:002008-02-07T13:38:00.000-05:00You crack me up.I too am deathly affraid of rodent...You crack me up.<BR/><BR/>I too am deathly affraid of rodents. A hamster will not come into my home. I can't see any redeeming qualities. I think that is why I like cats, and small dogs. :) Just call me evil.<BR/><BR/>Love the sign.Esperanzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14841585672805438897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-304657810533856872008-02-07T11:47:00.000-05:002008-02-07T11:47:00.000-05:00That sign is hilarious! I might have to steal that...That sign is hilarious! I might have to steal that image and send it to my hubby. teehee. I know what you mean about the spam. My yahoo account has been inundated with it the last week or so. It's crazy! We had mice one time. Thankfully we didn't have use any traps like that. Our cat finally earned his keep. Not a moment too soon because I was tired of trying to calm my scaredy cat husband about a eeny, tiny mouse.sltbee69https://www.blogger.com/profile/00776550579422501846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-24420656003351318112008-02-07T11:14:00.000-05:002008-02-07T11:14:00.000-05:00cats are definitely a good mouse solution... i don...cats are definitely a good mouse solution... i don't know how that fits into ahimsa though (or into an allergic household if you have one). <BR/><BR/>alternatively, i've been told by exterminators that old-fashioned snap traps (with peanut butter as the lure) are actually more humane than glue traps because the mouse dies quickly. sorry you had to see the squirming!<BR/><BR/>and if you could forward that email -- i'd love to try a brand new baby-maker.mooskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06145743050516570958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-52511150968913154142008-02-07T10:12:00.000-05:002008-02-07T10:12:00.000-05:00Your stories cracked me up and made my day. :)For ...Your stories cracked me up and made my day. :)<BR/><BR/>For what it's worth, we caught 3 mice in our kitchen this winter (gross, gross, gross) but I was also simultaneously thinking "ohhh, poor little fella, he didn't know what hit him" and "get that nasty, squirmy, beady-eyed varmit out of my house". Yuck. I think they told their mice friends that they weren't welcome in our home, we haven't seen one since.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-29081692132104802022008-02-07T09:59:00.000-05:002008-02-07T09:59:00.000-05:00That sign is hilarious! I don't think I could do ...That sign is hilarious! <BR/><BR/>I don't think I could do any kind of mousetrap. I'm not sure what I'd have to do if there were a mouse in my house . . . .<BR/><BR/>I imagine we'll be getting the Robo-calls in Virginia, too. This primary season has been wild!Southern Comfortablehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09907890448173313693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-297234138290859932008-02-07T09:03:00.000-05:002008-02-07T09:03:00.000-05:00OMG, this brought back bad memories of my senior y...OMG, this brought back bad memories of my senior year in college when my roommates and I caught a mouse that way. We thought the glue would be way more humane. Wow were we wrong-give me a quick regular trap any day. it was agony seeing that little guy stuck on the glue!<BR/><BR/>I spit coffee out of my mouth when I read about speed hump!Somewhat Ordinaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09701338805685025735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-12752936096637182272008-02-07T08:52:00.000-05:002008-02-07T08:52:00.000-05:00Speed humps are a big thing around here -- I never...Speed humps are a big thing around here -- I never realized that they were a surprise to everyone else :)sharahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01730625931461269859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-53042355809930650482008-02-07T07:41:00.000-05:002008-02-07T07:41:00.000-05:00Damn, someone beat me to it! Cats are our solutio...Damn, someone beat me to it! Cats are our solution as well. Well, we didn't get them because of mice, but they sure do keep an eye on things! <BR/><BR/>I get those same spam e-mails. Here I thought I was special. <BR/><BR/>My penis IS small, so small in fact that I am a girl. I think if I enlarged it, C. would be upset. He prefers being with a girl.<BR/><BR/>Love the sign!beaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627886826215379414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-295380244558932152008-02-07T01:36:00.000-05:002008-02-07T01:36:00.000-05:00I love the Speed Hump! And our solution to mice? C...I love the Speed Hump! <BR/><BR/>And our solution to mice? Cats. It makes everything more dramatic and "Wild Kingdom" and has led to Chebbles, at the tender age of 29 months, saying things like, "I wish Otto would bring another mouse in the house. You would say 'AAAAAH!'" Yes, Chebs. Yes I would say "AAAAAH!"Erica Kainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02917897064970938887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-42456547783492899072008-02-07T00:14:00.000-05:002008-02-07T00:14:00.000-05:00Too funny. I grew up in Houston and my bugaboo (n...Too funny. I grew up in Houston and my bugaboo (no pun intended) was the flying cockroaches. I saw enough for real that I just started imagining them. When I moved to the East Coast and people talked about roaches and I realized they meant those tiny brown things, I laughed.<BR/><BR/>I hear you on the phone calls. I have decided not to support some really good organizations any more(and I mean you, ACLU and HRC) because my measly $25 donation generated such a deluge of mail from them asking for more $. Enough.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498639599248269458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-46810174449372413342008-02-06T22:42:00.000-05:002008-02-06T22:42:00.000-05:00HeheheYou'd never make it around here. The crops ...Hehehe<BR/><BR/>You'd never make it around here. The crops come off in the fall and there are spiders and mice EVERYWHERE. Doesn't matter that our house is BRAND NEW (well, now 3 years) and TIGHT, they still get in.<BR/><BR/>:)Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05181924375187173030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-64915005084995742002008-02-06T22:37:00.000-05:002008-02-06T22:37:00.000-05:00A hug for your baby-maker.Ummm...that doesn't soun...A hug for your baby-maker.<BR/><BR/>Ummm...that doesn't sound quite right.Lori Lavender Luzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-39007078591956832542008-02-06T22:33:00.000-05:002008-02-06T22:33:00.000-05:00Do men really refer to their penises (should it be...Do men really refer to their penises (should it be peni?) as "baby-makers?" Sounds like something only a woman would say.<BR/><BR/>Long story, but DH once had mice in the back seats of his car. They were folded up and stored in the garage for awhile. They are the type of seats from an SUV back row that you can't unfold unless they are latched into the floor of the car. We listened to the squeaking noises coming from those seats for months before DH finally got the courage to put the seats back in the car.<BR/><BR/>I drove into the neighborhood one day to find the garage door open, DH running around his car and one of the seats sitting in the driveway. He told me that when he put one seat in and opened it up, he saw a mouse (or two) run out. As freaked out as I was, I helped him look for the mouse because we could hear a tiny, weak little squeak coming from somewhere. On the garage floor, right next to the open back door of the car, we found a miniature, baby mouse obviously injured from falling out of our car. The mouse baby didn't appear to even have open eyes yet. We never did find the mama mouse and DH had to get in that car and drive it to work and home every day. I refused to get into that car again until the back seats were removed and the entire care detail cleaned. <BR/><BR/>The vision of the poor mouse baby and the little squeak will haunt me forever. I have no doubt.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11238040997371351013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-75213871575629026172008-02-06T22:32:00.000-05:002008-02-06T22:32:00.000-05:00I love the speed hump sign! How funny is that! I w...I love the speed hump sign! How funny is that! I would have totally gone back to take a picture of it too!!!Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08474442137324370334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-7399936751645236272008-02-06T21:56:00.000-05:002008-02-06T21:56:00.000-05:00I got the same spam message yesterday! You beat me...I got the same spam message yesterday! You beat me to blogging about it though.<BR/><BR/>We use no-see glue traps. It's a little box with a glue trap floor. Unfortunately you still see and hear the mouse. We have to dispose of it another way.Ellen K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13287056477705010350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-15037543397430705422008-02-06T21:32:00.000-05:002008-02-06T21:32:00.000-05:00Ah, the South... A certain female Senator hasn't b...Ah, the South... A certain female Senator hasn't bothered to send me even one piece of mail. Neither has any other Democrat candidate. Hmmm... I wonder if they really think we are ALL Republicans and so they shouldn't waste the postage. Who knows...<BR/><BR/>Of course, a certain Republican AND his wife called my home 2 times a day for 3 days before our primary. If I had been planning to vote for him, he would have lost my vote for spamming me!Nearlydawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17132169507140828802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-37826516228749136632008-02-06T20:55:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:55:00.000-05:00I live in Iowa...the weekend before our Caucus we ...I live in Iowa...the weekend before our Caucus we got an average of 25 calls a DAY! Crazy!<BR/><BR/>Sorry about the mouse.littleangelkisseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04140422279498772797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-81388921792298973362008-02-06T20:41:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:41:00.000-05:00Ha, you crack me up! This is the kind of post I n...Ha, you crack me up! This is the kind of post I needed today to lift my spirits!!SMiLeDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14340513065620539939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-26528449576285970772008-02-06T20:19:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:19:00.000-05:00Glad you finally caught the mouse. I can't imagine...Glad you finally caught the mouse. I can't imagine living for nearly a month in the same house where it was scampering around!! (shudder) They are kinda cute, but...!! After we got rid of our uninvited guest (fortunately, the same day we saw him) I cleaned house furiously that weekend (especially the spots where we'd seen him). We left the traps up for about two months, just in case he'd brought company -- it took me that long to feel reassured. <BR/><BR/>As for the telemarketers, I have two words for you: CALL DISPLAY. Greatest invention ever. If we don't recognize the number, we don't answer. If someone really wants to talk to us, we figure they'll leave a message. Of course, we still have to listen to the phone ring (sometimes six or eight times in one evening...!!), but it's an improvement.loribethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09272814565916935113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-8009891608098109462008-02-06T20:15:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:15:00.000-05:00We have a traffic sign here, attached to a traffic...We have a traffic sign here, attached to a traffic signal that says, "Red means stop". Seriously. I was horrified when we first moved here and I saw the sign. Now our houseguests take pictures of it.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06347894813987993138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30259745.post-11095642470440747912008-02-06T20:06:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:06:00.000-05:00Yeah, I've had flowers die because there had once ...Yeah, I've had flowers die because there had once been a spider on the water spigot outside and I was NEVER able to touch it again. I must say though I'm impressed that you caught the mouse with a glue trap. I was never successful with those. Had to use the big bad meanie one. Now I have cats who would play with it till it died. Oh would they think that was fun. Sorry about the spam mail that hit a little to close to home. I used to get tons of that stuff but don't seem to get as much any more. I always got a kick though out of the one about a dog named Harvey and a special ability to please the ladies.battynursehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02240029154165501340noreply@blogger.com