I have no guilt regarding mouses of any description. No love for rodentia here.
**Grrlbrarian ** if I figure out any easy hacks I will let you know. As of now all my top shelves sit empty.
I don’t stand on sinks, or even sit on sinks.
I have enough trouble standing on step ladders. I was on an old once, so old it was pink in color, and it collapsed on me. I was skinny at the time so the ladder had to be worn out.
Fortunately I fell into the bathroom, had I gone the other way I would have tumbled down the stairs. Standing on a step ladder at the top of the stairs was kind of stupid but I was trying to open the panel to the crawl space.
I was living in a row house and I suspected that one of the neighbors was going through the crawl space and into other houses since a few times when I came home from work there was dust on the floor under the access panel. I wanted to see if it was possible.
Instead I went to the emergency room to get stitches because I cut myself on the jagged metal of the stool.
Ever since then standing on anything that is not solid makes me nervous.
It doesn’t help that once I fell through a rotted flight of stairs either. I didn’t get hurt but it sure scared the hell out of me.
This is why I like my feet planted solidly on the ground.
What’s really scary though, I know a guy who fell through one of those metal drain grates you see on the road and in parking lots. He almost lost his leg because of all the rusty jagged metal that cut him up. I won’t walk on them, I won’t park on them.
Feet belong on solid ground.
One day I’ll tell y’all about my experiences with non solid ground.
Good Lord, where do you live, Guam?
The row house was in Baltimore City
I’ve heard of set ups where the maybe crawl space isn’t the right word, it’s like an attic but very tiny. Anyway I have heard of places where there are no walls up there to separate the houses and you can crawl through from one end to the other.
You never know with row house,
I never did try to go up there again.
Guam may have been nicer than that neighborhood.
It was actually a nice street as far as crime goes but most of my neighbors were suck ass.
The rotten stairs were the outside stairs to my basement in my old farm house in Baltimore City. The previous owner had put carpet on them and even though they were covered I guess they got wet enough when it rained to rot.
An example of a suck ass neighbor.
I was in my 20s and living by myself, minding my own business as I always do, Seriously I always keep to myself and mostly only know my neighbors by sight. I wave and keep going.
So the little old man across the street who obviously didn’t mind his own business comes over and knocks on my door one evening to chat, then he tells me that he notices my comings and goings and I never seem to have a man around and don’t I get lonely living there all by myself. It’s not natural you know, for a pretty young women like me to lead a quiet life all alone the way I do.
Then he comes by another evening to chat (I never let him inn, we stood on the porch_ and he’s telling me about his wife has ill and they can’t have sex and how frustrating that is for him. I was much too polite at that time to tell him that he was such an ugly little man that I was sure she was faking her illness so she wouldn’t have to have sex with him.
Then he goes on about how he is a religious man, a Baptist, and how much his religion means to him and he wants to know what religion I am.
So I told him I was raised Catholic.
Then he tells me he would like to have an affair with me and since I’m not a fellow Baptist it’s not like I am really human or anything so it’s not like he would be cheating on his wife.
All I said was oh, and then I went in the house and closed the door.
There is no sweeter talk to get me to drop my pants than to tell me I’m subhuman.:rolleyes:
I think he had no idea how lucky he was that my parents raised me to respect my elders, even the assholes.
The only person in that neighborhood that I liked was Crazy Sally, who would kick your ass if you looked at her wrong. Nobody but nobody messed with Sally and we got along great. Probably because I minded my own business and kept to myself.
Mooooom, I wasn’t hurt, thanks. In fact I didn’t even break the vase, but handed it off to my 14-year-old daughter (who isn’t much taller than I am) as I leapt off the sink onto the ground. 
And yep, Red, I have a stepladder just like the one Moooom linked to. NOW I do. I think DH doesn’t want to have to fix the plumbing (again) and figured this was a cheaper solution.
I wouldn’t stand on sinks either, Sari, if I’d had your experiences. :eek:
Can’t wait to leave irk so I can make some M&M cookie bars. 
Howdy Y’all! It’s the weeeeeeeeeeeeekeeeeeeeeeeeend!!! YAY!!!
We had an early dindin at the local good seafood place. If one signs up, one gets a coupon for a free meal on one’s bday. Actually, it’s buy one get one of equal or less value, but that’s sorta kinda like a free meal. Anywho, since we did sign up we get ‘em. OYKW texted me earlier today he wanted to go to Blackbeard’s and use his coupon. It was burnin’ a hole in his wallet, so we did.
Her official mumper nick is zombie. It came about in a very convoluted way. Just like most things come about around heah. 
wetone here’s Soft KItty, as promised.
Supper ended up being leftover pot roast and veggies. And punkin pie! We’re now in the chill mode. Tomorrow, we’re going to have breakfast in a diner the opened recently in Waldorf, then on to the Branch Avenue Metro station, and from there to the DC Convention center for the motorcycle show. rah.
I love that they let you buy your tickets on line for a handling charge of $1 each. Pardon us for making it easier on you guys! Sheesh.
Anyway, time to recline and crochet. We’ve been watching WKRP on one of the vintage channels - I’m loving it! Last night, they ran the Thanksgiving episode. 
Still hilarious!
So, for now, MWAH!
The classics just never get old.
How sad is it that it’s not quite seven and all I want to do is go snuggle in the bed and watch teevee. Then again, OYKW wants to do the same thing. Maybe it ain’t a sad thing then. 
It could have been Wilkes-Barre PA ------ a lot of the factory duplan manors were set up with common roofs and attics/crawlways. Some of my kinfolk grew up in one and it was a great way of sneaking in and out.
We were lucky by my family’s standards; always in a single house. Of course the one had walls so thin and drafty that a Frisbee went through one but --------
That, Hello Larry and Best of the West may have been the three greatest comedies in TV – ever. (The best show of any kind being “Combat” of course.)
Worked, came home. I’m off this wekend.
Helicopter launched cluster sharks? [Montgomery Burns]Excellent.[/Mongomery Burns]
sari, :eek: after that, I’m surprised you bought a place with more than one floor.
Today is motorcycle show day. rah. Taz has already been a pain in the butt, Higgs has been tended to, and the pellet stove doesn’t seem to be heating things up as it should. I need to poke around Teh Intrarwebz for some hints on getting it back up to snuff.
**FCD **is still abed. When he gets up and we get showered and dressed, we’ll be heading to breakfast, then to DC. I really hope he gets bored with the show pretty quick. I feel like the price of my admission is a total waste. Oh well, the things you do…
Happy Saturday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 33 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 53 for the day.
No big plans for the day. Laundry needs to be done and shirts need to be ironed. Rah. Also I shall make some beef veggie soup for dindin with some to freeze for later. I yanked a hunk o’ beast outta da freezer last night which shall become a pot roast. I shall do that in the slow cooker today for tomorrow’s N.O.L. A very domesticated day in store.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy is hongry. Then I suppose I should get started on laundry and food makin’.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Blurf
Gordie noticed the Boxer twins outside, and decided to sing them The Song Of His People. Therefore I am awake(and deaf), and he is on The List.
Mooooommmmm!, at least he didn’t pick taxidermy as a retirement hobby.
Blurf!
(I’m with rosie on this one.)
I awakened at 4:00 Ante Meridian, but had the wisdom to go back to sleep for another four hours.
Happy Saturday!
It’s a chilly 9 degrees outside but at least the sun is shining.
Have a fun trip FCM, I’m happy I don’t need to go outside today.
Everyday I look at the sun coming through the windows in the door and I think I need to clean those windows.
It’s on the list for today.
Other than that SSDD
If he bumps into people from other HOG Chapters and if they start comparing notes/bitches about their dealerships just find a seat somewhere and pull out a book — its going to be a long day.
Great. Now I’m going to have a Johnny Dangerously brain-worm all day.
Post meridian. Ante meridian. Uncle meridian. All of the little meridians.
I did missred for breakfast. (<–see what I did there?)
No garlic bagel french toast, but I did use all of those ingredients to make an nomelet sammich. Garlic & tobacco to start the day.
Mooommm, make sure you sit on one while saying, “Vrooom, vroom”.
That happened to me once. Once!
[Cosmo Kramer] Heeey, no-bagel-no-bagel-no-bagel-no-bagel-no-bagel, heey![/Cosmo Kramer]
You fargin bastage!:mad: