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Showing posts from September, 2012

Damn Squirrels!

We've been hearing some scurrying upstairs.  We have space that was referred to as "a room upstairs" that has been turned into a bedroom by Lily.  (There are no windows but there is an emergency exit/fire ladder leading to the garage.  It's weird.) Lily decided a year ago that she needed more privacy and moved out from the bedroom she shared with her sister all of her 11 years, and created a pink haven in the space upstairs.  There is still work to be done but it's hers and she's happy.

Now, about this scurrying.  Some of the space upstairs is, well, I guess you would call it an unfinished attic.  (If Rob and I were some amazing DIY-ers I'm sure the upstairs could look amazing but, I'm more of a "Let's watch the DIY Channel" then actually doing the job.)  We've heard scurrying last Fall and it's happening again.  It's squirrels.  Rob checked it out last season and recognized that it was squirrels.  He thought the situation wa…

Scary Hotel Follow Up

So about that freaky hotel situation. (Post: Scary Night At The Hotel) I can usually figure things out.  I'm not a super sleuth but I've read enough Nancy Drew in my day so I've learned to look for clues.  But when it comes to the dead bolt on our hotel room door being locked from the inside, then becoming unlocked after we walked away from the door, this has me baffled.

On Monday morning I called from our home in Portland and asked to speak to the Manager.  I just had to share my experience.  I wasn't trying to get anything from my call other than to have our story logged in their security file.  Perhaps we aren't the only ones this has happened to.  The Manager listened to my retelling of the events and apologized for our scary experience.  She said that the bell man should have stayed in the room with us and called Security.  I agreed.  She offered to give us vouchers for another stay but I am still freaked by this whole thing, I'm not sure I'm up to it!

Crazy Old Cats!

If these old cats of ours don't stop this crazy, loud meowing at what ever time of the night/early morning they want I'm going to lose it!

I remember, when they were kittens, using a squirt bottle to spritz them when they were doing something they shouldn't.  I do believe it's time to bring back the spritz!

I think they're going coo-coo in their old age.  Rob calls it 'Catz-heimers'.  What ever we want to call it, it just has to stop.  Any ideas?

Kind Of Curious

So I'm driving down a main street in our neighborhood and a reader board of a Church catches my eye.  'What did that say?' I thought.  Back around the block I go.  When I saw the reader board I was a bit surprised.  You see, the words that were on it were very similar to something I had posted on Twitter about a month ago.

I posted: