Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

I'm leaving after work today & heading down to my parent's house for Thanksgiving. It's about a 3 1/2 - 4 hour drive, which sucks because it is long, but other than that it's really not that bad. But, what will make it interesting this time is the snow! Usually I'd be all, "yeah for the snow!" Except for this time where I am all, "damn the snow" since I have to drive a long way in it. And a long way it will be as the snow storm covers the entire state.

Anyways, it's worth it to see the fam & to eat a yummy Thanksgiving dinner. With pumpkin pie & apple pie & choclate cake. Oh and the turkey & all of that other stuff.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Oh the weather outside is frightful . . .

It's the first snow of the year. And it's a good one. We got about a foot last night and it's been snowing like crazy this morning.

Yeah! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Happy Lost Day!

Have I shared with y'all how much I love TV? Sad, but true. I HATE to miss my favorite shows.

My love for TV is not new. When I was younger, I couldn't wait for the new Saturday morning cartoon season to start. No seriously, I loved cartoons. It was like, an event.

[Warning: extreme dorkiness ahead]

I used to wait for the TV guide to come - the one that would have all of the new Saturday morning cartoons in it. And I would search through it seeing what new cartoons I wanted to watch, what time my old favorites were on that year, what conflicted with what (oh no!) and through this I would plan my entire morning out. I watched cartoons from 6:00 or 7:00 in the morning until noon when Soul Train would come on. (Oh, and if you're wondering - and I know you are on the edge of your seats - my all time favorite cartoons were the Smurfs & the Muppet Babies. Oh yea. Good times.)

[Which, what's up with Saturday morning cartoons these days? There are none. Well, there are a few, but the selection is slim. Not that I look or care. I mean, come on, I'm 27. Like I would want to watch Saturday morning cartoons. Please.]


I HATE to miss my favorite TV shows. And thanks to my new best friend DVR (which is like Tivo, but without the fun name or cute little TV mascot thingy) I never have to again. We've had DVR for awhile now, but my love for it is so grand I had to share it with y'all (I'm not sure what's with the y'all's today. It's possible that I was body snatched by Britney Spears in my sleep last night. Come to think of it I have been craving Cheetos all morning and I even had the urge to put my hair up in a messy ponytail on top of my head, but (thank God) it was to short.) So, back to the greatness that is DVR. Well, really, that's it. DVR is awesome & I love it & you would have to pry it from my cold dead hands if you tried to take it away from me.

Oh, and don't forget to watch Lost tonight (Jolie are you listening?!?) because it rocks & gets the coveted #1 spot on my list of favorite TV shows.(I'm not actually certain who covets that spot, per se, but it's coveted. Oh it's coveted.)

Monday, November 14, 2005

Eek! A mouse!

What could be better than being woken up at 4:47 in the morning by my big, orange tabby cat you may ask? Being woken up by my big, orange tabby cat chasing a mouse around my bedroom, that's what!

So, I am sleeping away all snuggly in bed and I awake to the pitter patter of little cat feet scampering around the bedroom. This is closely followed by a high pitched "chirp! chirp! squeaakk!". What was that? Am I dreaming? Nope, I'm awake. Is that what I think it is? Oh shit it is! My initial worry is that Wilson will jump in to bed with the mouse, drop it on my head, and be all: "hey-look-what-I-found-for-you-aren't-you-proud-huh-aren't-you?!?"
I decide a mouse on the head at 4:47 a.m. is not how I want to start off my Monday. So. I jump out of bed, flip on the light, jump back to the safety on top of the bed, and look around the room trying to assess the situation. (Where is Josh when I need him?!?) I decide the best thing to do is to run to the kitchen and grab a plastic container because I am going to catch the mouse. Me. At 4:47 in the morning. Me, whose reflexes are not that great when I am fully awake, let alone when I am half asleep.

Sidenote: I find mice cute & furry and am usually not that afraid of them. I have caught many mice over the years (but, not at 4:47 a.m. and most always with help). I am a firm believer in catch & release of cute, little mice. In fact, I even kept one of the many mice that I have caught as a pet because he was a baby & cute & while that goes against the "release" part, he could not be left to his own devices in the big scary world because he might, you know, get eaten by a bird or something. Did I mention how cute he was?

Anyways, I proceed to chase the cat & the mouse around the house in an elaborate game of, well, cat and mouse (oh, come on, you knew it had to be said sometime, somewhere during the post!). I can't catch him. Wilson chases the mouse back into the bedroom & the mouse runs under the closet door. Great. I lock the cats out of the bedroom. Again, I'm usually not that afraid of mice. But, this mouse? This mouse is going to jump & attack - most likely at my eyes. I am sure of this because this is the kind of logic that I have at 4:47 a.m. I slowly open the closet doors. Of course. No sign of the mouse. There are several boxes & what not on the floor of the closet so I proceed to pull everything out of the closet. Still no sign of the mouse. Great. What do I do now? I decide he'll come out when he's ready. Mice are fast & tricky & he must have scurried past me & headed back to the basement where he belongs (ok, really? He belongs outside, but the basement is way better than my bedroom and at this point it is early in the morning & I am not up to any more of this game, so I may have deluded myself. Just a little bit.)

Fastforward an hour.

I hear the sound of Wilson trying to paw open the closet door. And then, the sound of cat feet scampering around the room and "chirp! chirp! squeaakk!" again. Oh shit (again)! I'm out of bed in a flash with my trusty plastic container at the ready. But, I neither see nor hear signs of Wilson & the mouse. I creep through the house & finally track him down in one of the other bedrooms. It's like an old western show down. The mouse in the middle of the room, Wilson staring down the mouse, me staring down Wilson & the mouse with the plastic container in one hand & the lid in the other. I make my move, but of course the mouse & Wilson are faster than me. They run around the room. I shriek. And then there is Wilson standing in front of me with the mouse in his mouth. I shout & plunge & try to get him to drop the mouse into my plastic container. Oh if only he could understand me, "Wilson drop the mouse in here! Drop him! In HERE!!" He does not drop the mouse into the container, but he does drop the mouse onto the floor. And the mouse sits there frozen. And due to much luck on my part, I react quick enough & finally catch the mouse. Finally.

Now. Here is the thing. I cannot kill the mouse. Nope, it's not going to happen. (Someone at work actually suggested that I flush the mouse down the toilet. Seriously? No. Just. No.) My soft spot for mice will not allow it (I refer you to the sidenote above). So, I took the mouse in the container (don't worry, there were air holes) and put him in the garage while I got ready for work. When I left I released one very shook up, but seemingly healthy mouse into the field next to our house. Phew!

Friday, November 11, 2005

Home Alone

Josh is going to be gone for a WHOLE week. Crap. Who will I share all of the exciting happenings that come out of a day in the life of being Carley with? What if I have a bad day? Who will make me laugh & forget about it? What if I can't get a jar open? Who will open it for me? Who will keep my toes warm in bed? Who will watch all of my favorite TV shows with me? I will turn to laugh or comment & there will be nobody. (Except the cats and for some reason they could care less about my favorite TV shows.) What if two idiotic burglers come & try to rob our house & I have to protect it with paint cans & toy trucks & ice on the stairs? Let's just say I'm going to MISS him!! The only good thing is the house will stay cleaner than usual. (Sorry babe, but it's true!) That, and I can eat cereal for dinner every night. Mmmm cereal.

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

And now the #1 reason why Carley should not be allowed to dress herself in the morning for work when she is tired & has not had any caffeine:

Tan socks with black shoes.
Let me say that again: tan socks with black shoes.

Thursday, November 3, 2005

5:03 a.m.

Woke this morning, it was 5:03.
Thoughts of work in my head.
Stess Stress Stress Stess Stress
Thank you Friday, you can't come soon enough.