Haven’t felt like blogging lately. Felt like a chore so I didn’t do it.

Yesterday afternoon I saw Stan batting around a mouse on the deck. I banged on the glass door and yelled at him to leave the poor thing alone. I know it’s natural. I just didn’t want to see it. An hour later, Peter had just gotten home and I look in the den. You guessed it. Stan chasing a mouse around the den. It barely phases us anymore. I need to block off his kitty door to the outside but if I do that, he’ll ask to go in and out all the time. And when I say “Ask” I mean “meow annoyingly until one of us freaks out and throws him outside”.

Peter catches the mouth and lets it go. NOT 15 MINUTES LATER, Stan is back in the house with the same mouse. I didn’t believe it at first. While sitting in her chair eating dinner, Hadley said “Mom, Stan has a mouse under the table.” It was the same mouse…only he wasn’t doing so well. He was pretty beat up. Peter caught him and again let him outside. The rest of the evening was uneventful rodent-wise until I came downstairs at 9ish to get some Dove ice cream bars for me and the Mister as we frantically ordered last minute Christmas presents online. Oh delicious Dove bars… Anyway, I go to throw a load of laundry in the dryer and happen to look down. Good thing I did because there lay the corpse of the mouse.

Ok, Stan. I get the point.

I suppose it would be like someone giving you a scarf. You put the scarf in a box and take it the backyard. Puzzled the person goes and gets the scarf and brings it back to you. You again, take it to the backyard. By this point, the person is pissed because he just wants to give you the freaking scarf, so he shreds the thing and leaves it where he first gave it to you.

Just a thought.

Friday late afternoon started with me wanting to have a lovely, cozy fire and ended with me leaving the house with two screaming children and the dog while the fire alarm blared. Why are the damn things hard wired to the house? In the old days, I could just knock the damn thing down and take out the battery. Argh.

I also was having crazy shoulder pain all last week and was instructed by the doc to get an xray. I knew it would be uneventful but did as I was told. Arthritis. Shocker. They ran bloodwork and my Sed rate was high. Again, shocker. My Sed rate is always high but it’s lower than it used to be so that’s good. The pain has slowly diminished and the Vicodin haze was fun for a few days and helped ease the pain. I was laughing to Peter about my stocked pharmaceutical cabinet. “Welcome to old age,” he said.

I settled in last night with a big bowl of buttery popcorn to watch True Life on MTV. It was about people with OCD, which would have been terribly juicy. Turns out it wasn’t on and I was crushed. We watched an episode of House that we hadn’t seen. I’ve been thinking a lot about Hugh Laurie lately. Specifically the show House. I love it. I have a total crush on him, as I suspect most women do. He’s handsome, brilliant, broken and witty. Plus the fact that he’s British fascinates me. I watch the show on the edge of my seat waiting for his accent to slip – even once, and it NEVER does. Amazing. Being the professional patient that I am now too, I love the storylines. Ever notice how Lupus is mentioned almost every episode? Sometimes they’ll call it SLE (Systemic Lupus Erythematosus – the fancy clinical term) but it’s there. I just find all of the medical jargon fascinating and recognize a good portion which for some terribly sad reason is exciting. (I’m also excited that the city of Seattle is going to start refusing to take your trash if you don’t recycle, which says something about my level of square nerdiness)  I want to be on the show and have House diagnose me. I mean, I’m already diagnosed but if you watch the show he’s always digging around people’s houses finding something that will give him a clue as to what’s really going on. 

I can’t believe Christmas is around the corner. Funny how when you’re 10, Christmas seems SOOOOO far away and you’re sure that the waiting will kill you. The older you get, the quicker it comes around.  Hadley is coming out of her skin, she is so excited. It’s fun to watch. I’m looking forward to a quiet, mellow Christmas. Taylor will be here tomorrow and Peter has the day off so we’re going to hang out. Looking forward to it. I’m taking him for one of his Christmas presents. We’ll see how it turns out…snicker snicker…