OMGWTFSD was that?!!!!!!

If your squeamish, I would skip this entry, just sayin’. So for lack of a better term let me paint you a scene that was well worthy of an entrance to a Saw movie. There I was, passed out and enjoying slumber when out of my dream of reliving through my first dog leg amputation surgery comes this screaching and screaming noise out my window. To be even more precise, I was mid use of a gigli wire saw my vet had just passed me in my dream,  using care to not move said saw away from the location we were cutting,  while slowly moving the handles in a back and forth motion (the vet tech in me feels its totally necessary for me to point out that the dog having said surgery was indeed one of my own, and that again, this is not for the squeamish). While I am cutting said humorous bone, this blood curdling, toe curling scream brings me to the most upright position, while nearly jumping off the bed, tapping PTSD husband’s shoulder going and asking “OMGWTF is that and why is it dying under our window?” Here’s the part that I admit, I am from the desert.  My folks live in a city that has populated enough to chase away most everything away but squirrels, prairie dogs,  and the equally nutty snowbirds. Here is a list of what went through my mind as the possible offenders while my husband was attempting to wake up enough to identify what set off the paranoid pregnant woman he’s married to. A) a small child is being attacked at 3:30 AM in my yard, despite me not hearing the tell tale creaky floors of my son getting out of his bed upstairs. B) The adorable neighbor who goes duck hunting all the time got a new duck call in and couldn’t wait to try it out, only for it to be horribly defective at 3:30AM and he somehow can’t hear how it sounds like something is dying.
C) Bobcats, Racoons, lions and tigers and bears, oh my, also of note at 3:30AM. (Noting a them yet?!) D) Someone literally is getting maimed under my window, AT 3:30 AM! Finally, while all this screaming is going on outside my window, and somewhat in my own head, Hubby says “oh it’s probably a pair of racoons fighting or something.” While he rises to check the windows, my protective superdog, Latigo is cowering underneath me trying to squeeze between my leg and the bed, as if to say, “oh Mommy, please don’t make me go with him to see what that is?! Please.” Husband lays back down, as I am now fully awake more so then after a fresh steaming cup of Espresso. Finally the screaming stops, I go upstairs to find that apparently my kid gets his father’s sleeping patterns and has successfully slept through the entire ordeal! For your listening enjoyment, I have found this this morning to include as to a quieter version of what I woke to, and subsequently was awake because of for an extra hour when I should have been sleeping.

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It’s raining, it’s pouring, I think the ants in the bathroom are snoring.

So it would seem that the rain plans to fall well for the rest of the week. But the good news is between the rain and the ant baits, all aforementioned ants are gone, yay!! The rest of the bad news, the basement has a tendency to leak during lots of rain. AKA, the north wall, and the west wall, and the southeast corner used to leak. Hubby fixed the southeast corner, the sump pump along the north wall is working fabulously, now there’s just the west wall to deal with. Well we decided last night after squeegeeing the basement next to the washer and dryer, that the now soaked box holding our fake Christmas tree is actually us doing a slow wash on the bottom half of the tree. Thinking once it dries out a bit we’ll drag it out to the porch, wash the rest of the tree down, and then buy it a new plast water safe box. The leaking basement is on the project list for this old farmhouse, we’ll eventually get to it.

Lunch out on the playset, then a trip to the park…. followed by ANT INVASION.?!?!

Week 2 of being a stay at home mom, the weather has finally cooperated enough for me to take DJ out and about without too much weather hassle. We got dishes done and laundry folded, just in time to do a shmorgeshborg lunch of PB and Js, yogurt,  grapes, and carrots on the playset out in the back yard. DJ insisted on being tired and wanted a nap (hey I am not about to argue wih his logic!).
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Although,  Latigo, our 4 legged child was less then thrilled being told not to climb the rock wall into the playset as he usually does when we go out to play.
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Once he was up we had a fun filled adventure dropping off mail, going to the local oil, tires, etc place to pay the bill and fill up the car, and rounded it off with a park stop.  Fun times had by all, for sure!
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And then we got home to discover ants had taken over my bathroom, yuck!!!!!!
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So out of the bathroom we went, and onto pinterest for a cheap can make at home way to kill the little suckers. Found a recipe located here:

http://church-ladies.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-rid-of-ants-overnight.html
Placed out my ant bait stations, and was seriously disturbed as they swarmed into the one closest to the sink.
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Will hopefully be reporting success in the morning, either that or tomorrow’s post wil be something to the effect of how to effectively move out for a day or two til the bug bomb dust settles. DJ thinks its funny that mommy wants to kill all the ants. I’m not sure whether to be bothered, or if this some of dad’s nonchalantness is poking through there.

Hutch complete

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Progress! It’s done enough for this gal! Also enclosed is my rake wine glass holder.

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Think we’ll leave the redneck wine glasses on the hook, as the normal stemware is a bit too large based for me to feel like it won’t come crashing to the ground in a horrible death.

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See what I mean? A good bump to the hutch and they’ll be history. And ya know, in a house with a little boy, much less the second on the way, that hutch is going to get bumped, it’s just a matter of time.

We’re having a pampered chef party…. here?!

So in case my daily insanity wasn’t enough, we’re hosting a pampered chef party tommorow. That’s actually been the motivation to get the hutch done and a new shiny hood range installed. We’re about finished with the  hutch, and hubby says he’ll put the new hood in this evening! Lots of fun and exciting stuff, so long as we can get it done today.  Pictures coming of the completed hutch and a good before picture of the rangehood. Also somewhere in there, we should put the play room back to usable state. Don’t judge, this is where I am about to be completely honest in saying that as long as the 4 yo puts all the toys in here at the end of the night, I really have zero cares as to how it looks when we don’t have company over.

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Case in point, above. We all have that room or closet we typically don’t let anyone but close family know even exists. Guess what, this is a blog where I get to be that crazy lady showing off her pigstye room. Note that DJ have been trained to get everything in there just past the door way so the doors will close without hitting any of his toys. Yep, that’s classy right there!