So, I just watched a Hallmark (Made for TV) Movie - yes, a guilty pleasure ... most likely because I'm a giant sap and totally hopeless romantic ... but I digress.
I was watching said movie and found one of the actors to be rather handsome so I imbd.com'd the movie to see who he was. In doing so I found out that the movie - which is about traveling and settling the WEST of the North American Continent (for the story took place in Canada mostly) was shot in Bucharest, Romania.
Ummm...
Say what?
I just find it odd ... surely there are areas of the North American continent where one could film a movie about the settling of west of the NORTH AMERICAN CONTINENT.
ODD!
Sunday, October 20, 2013
There's A Mouse in my House
Yipes ... yipes ... yipes!
I'm in the midst of a project for a friend - I've sent him one letter (or note) for every day in the month of October - though this post is not about that project, in one of the letters to him I delineated 'Eight Things He May or May Not Know About Me' ... one of the things I "disclosed" was that if I'm by myself and a bug happens along my path, I am 100% capable of taking care of it. Most of the time I don't even squirm.
HOWEVER ... if there is a bloke about, well, then I turn into a "typical" girl ... I might even scream from buggy surprise or disgust ... definitely shiver with icky'ness and TOTALLY DEMAND that the boy take care of it.
Turn the clock forward about 2 weeks and I discover this ability to deal with a bug when alone most emphatically DOES NOT APPLY TO RODENTS. Ewwwwwwwwww!
There's a mouse in my house (apartment)!
I saw something - which at first I thought might be a birds shadow flying by my kitchen windows - and for whatever reason I decided to investigate ... to be sure it was just a birdie shadow. Standing on a chair I jostle the dishwasher, check in side it, and am almost satisfied that it was simply a shadow. One final jostle of the dishwasher - with me on the floor - prompted the furry little bugger to scamper from underneath it to under the cabinets in the middle of the kitchen - I screamed and jumped back UP ONTO THE CHAIR. For reals yo!
Apparently mice creep me out ... when I think about one being IN MY HOUSE .... eeeeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!
3 Lines of Defense ...
1. 4 Mouse Traps baited with peanut butter await "him" should he try to actually take up residence.
2. I wear my slippers into the kitchen - most of the time - in case he should decide to run across my path, and too close to my tiggy-toes.
3. I make all sorts of noise in the kitchen now ... won't go in until the light is on (this has me leaning around the wall to flick the switch - hilarious, I am sure). Then, with the light on, I clap my hands ... literally tell him to flee, and won't open any of the lower cabinets - or my pantry - without banging on the doors first.
Le sigh ... Go. A-WAY. Mouse.
I need a man.
To be clear, this is the type of mouse that I don't mind being in my house ...
I'm in the midst of a project for a friend - I've sent him one letter (or note) for every day in the month of October - though this post is not about that project, in one of the letters to him I delineated 'Eight Things He May or May Not Know About Me' ... one of the things I "disclosed" was that if I'm by myself and a bug happens along my path, I am 100% capable of taking care of it. Most of the time I don't even squirm.
HOWEVER ... if there is a bloke about, well, then I turn into a "typical" girl ... I might even scream from buggy surprise or disgust ... definitely shiver with icky'ness and TOTALLY DEMAND that the boy take care of it.
Turn the clock forward about 2 weeks and I discover this ability to deal with a bug when alone most emphatically DOES NOT APPLY TO RODENTS. Ewwwwwwwwww!
There's a mouse in my house (apartment)!
I saw something - which at first I thought might be a birds shadow flying by my kitchen windows - and for whatever reason I decided to investigate ... to be sure it was just a birdie shadow. Standing on a chair I jostle the dishwasher, check in side it, and am almost satisfied that it was simply a shadow. One final jostle of the dishwasher - with me on the floor - prompted the furry little bugger to scamper from underneath it to under the cabinets in the middle of the kitchen - I screamed and jumped back UP ONTO THE CHAIR. For reals yo!
Apparently mice creep me out ... when I think about one being IN MY HOUSE .... eeeeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!
3 Lines of Defense ...
1. 4 Mouse Traps baited with peanut butter await "him" should he try to actually take up residence.
2. I wear my slippers into the kitchen - most of the time - in case he should decide to run across my path, and too close to my tiggy-toes.
3. I make all sorts of noise in the kitchen now ... won't go in until the light is on (this has me leaning around the wall to flick the switch - hilarious, I am sure). Then, with the light on, I clap my hands ... literally tell him to flee, and won't open any of the lower cabinets - or my pantry - without banging on the doors first.
Le sigh ... Go. A-WAY. Mouse.
I need a man.
To be clear, this is the type of mouse that I don't mind being in my house ...
Steamboat Willie, thank you Mr. Disney!
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