So, last night right before he went to bed, my son came and excitedly informed me that there was a rat in the bathroom. After making sure that he hadn't seen one of the cats and thought it was a rodent (he swore that the thing had a "rat face and a rat tail") I went in to explore. I looked carefully and cautiously about the room, but saw nothing. However, the cats had followed me in with unusual eagerness, and could not be persuaded to leave. One set up camp in the bathtub, while the other sat in front of the closet. I decided to leave them to their duty, and left.

Later that night, after the cats had vacated, I went in to pee. Just when I was about to stand up and flush, I heard a familiar hissing noise. I looked to my left, and sure enough, sitting behind the sink, was a small creature with his teeth bared, staring right at me. Donovan's rat turned out to be a young possum.

I wish I could say that this was the first time this had happened. *sigh* (1999)

He got out of the bathroom and went to hide in the kitchen. We decided to wait it out, and when we heard him milling around by the back door, my husband was able to coax the little fellow outside with a broom.

We have GOT to get that cat door fixed.

Now you gotta take Isaac Hayes? How many more are we gonna lose this year?






*sigh*

Just watching Concert for Bangladesh again.  I see George.  I see Ringo.  I see Eric Clapton.  I even see Leon Russell.  Ooh, Billy Preston, hell yes!!  I don't see Bob Dylan yet, but I know he'll be here soon. 

I have to say something, and it's pretty much the only time I would ever ever say this.

In my best Cartman voice:

Fuck you John, and fuck you Paul!

Yeah yeah yeah I know they both had stuff going on blah blah blah and other assorted excuses.  And please do not take this as me not adoring John and/or Paul.  No, I still love them more than I love most people I know personally.  I love them both very, very much.  They are still more or less gods in my eyes and ears.

That being said, I still think they should have been there.  Just sayin'.

P.S. Leon Russell sounds like Pigpen. LMAO

RIP, George.

 

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? That all depends. Is the Hot Chocolate spiked? Whatever has the most alcohol?

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Depends on the size of the present. It usually has a bow at least, regardless.

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? I prefer pretty colors.

4. Do you hang mistletoe? If I manage to get out and harvest the real stuff. This year, I'm afraid not.

5. When do you put your decorations up? When I get around to it.

6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Well, um. . . Bad ass deviled eggs.

7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child? Driving up to Earlville, IL to visit my grandparents. They haven't lived there since I was about 8 or so. We've always tried to make do, but nothing really measures up to actual snow and icy conditions on Christmas.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? What do you mean? I think I may have seen my grandmother puffing on a cigarette and stuffing my stocking in the mid-eighties, but I could be mistaken.

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? We always opened our gifts on Christmas Eve. But, with my kids, it's kinda been 50/50. Half the presents early, half on Christmas.

10. What kind of cookies does Santa get set out for him? Tacky ass sugar cookies that taste pretty good but look horrendous.

11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? The very few times I've gotten snow on Christmas, I've absolutely adored.

12. Can you ice skate? I've never worn ice skates in my life, but I like to pretend I could if I had to.

13. Do you remember your favorite gift? No. Every year always has a different favorite gift.

14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? The lights, and the spirit that I can never seem to keep a good grasp on.

15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? My mama's cheesecake.

16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? Making good candy/cookies.

17. What tops your tree? A star, usually, but sometimes I get a nice and creepy Victorian angel with a cracked face to stick up there.

18. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving? Giving.

19. What is your favorite Christmas Carol? Good King Wenceslas. I have no idea why.

20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum? Yummy Yummy Yummy. That has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a White Stripes fan. Seriously.

I have reason to believe that a skunk let loose with some biological warfare in my front yard.  It may have been a neighbor's yard, but that doesn't matter.  What does matter, is the fact that my living room smells like SKUNK.  And not the good kind. 

The Black Crowes. Especially anything post 2001 or touts. If it says New Earth Mud, count it. Well anyway, that's my contribution.

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Now I'm out.

Not that too many people will notice, but I'm officially going on silent radio as far as LJ is concerned until I can read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  Fandom Wank is something I normally roll my eyes at and ignore, but for now...well, I remember what happened last time, and I still haven't forgiven or forgotten.  Those who understand, well, you understand.  Those who don't, well...imagine if you were almost finished reading LOTR, and someone pasted a big ol' JPEG that explained Frodo trying to claim the ring for himself and Gollum fighting him for it and the eagles and Sharky and everything else.

See ya next week.

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but that's alright.  I know what they mean.  heh.

I'm drinking off a panic attack!  How are you?


P.S. My father-in-law is coming to visit tomorrow, and I have no idea how long he's going to stay.  There are lots of underlying issues involved, but let's just say I'm fighting the urge to gnaw on my arms. 

I wish I were exaggerating a bit more than I actually am.

My seven year old just came and told me that he smelled something stinky.  I told him that I was brewing a pot of coffee, and that was probably what he smelled. 

He thought for a moment, then replied, "I guess you can drink coffee because you're hip."

The Raconteurs are on Austin City Limits right now.  I'm so very very happy.