It is 2:10am and I am up so might as well post.

Why am I up? Because my hip is trying to eat its way out of my body along with my lower back, and instead of me allowing this to happen, I got up to eat a little something to enable myself to take yet another pain pill without my stomach exploding.

Anyway.

We are having a pet photo contest at work. The rules are generally, "take a cute picture of your pet(s) involving the company logo, i.e. a box with the logo, a bag, a t-shirt, etc., and turn it in by next week." The winner gets something special like their pet on the site.

I couldn't refuse this super offer of having one or all of my pets proudly displayed on the site. So I bought myself some shoes, also because I wanted some shoes and not just for the contest, and I brought home a perfectly good sized box. It isn't large, so the kitties could want to sit in it and possibly I could balance it on one or both of the dogs heads.

So far, the cats REFUSE to sit in the darn thing. So I put some newspaper in it thinking they would want to crumple on the paper and, in turn, sit in the box. No go. Jezie looked at the newspaper and wanted to play with it. Jeremy said, "why don't you take some of it out? Maybe it is too full." Good point. And I did. Then Vern sat in the newspaper I removed right next to the box but not IN the box. rassa frassa.

Then Steve-o pulled a "Full Steve-o" which involves him rolling on his back with legs spread open and putting one paw over his ear as if to say, "Woe is me." This always makes us laugh. So I put the box right next to him and took his picture. But with his junk proudly displayed in the picture, I thought it might seem to racy. Fiddlesticks.

Then I tried to make him sit so I could balance the box on his head. No go. He kept oozing back to the ground and box would fall over. Nothing.

I got some okay pictures of Jezie sitting next to the box, but what fun is a cat next to a box? Not fun at all I say. They need to be in it appearing much to large for the box, therefore oozing out of it, and then it is of course the winning photo, and they get to be online.

I am sure they have been doing all kinds of adorable things in and around the box while I slept or attempted to sleep while my limbs were turning against me. I have yet to turn on any lights in hopes of sometime returning to sleep tonight, but at the same time mostly likely missing all kinds of adorable and photo-worthy moments.

Buh.

Happy 250th Post

I don't really have anything super exciting to write about, but I still very much love my car. And I received a "custom" door mat for my house from the dealership, which was nice. I use quotation marks around "custom" because it doesn't have my last name on it or anything, but it does have a "G" in the bottom left corner. I thought that was kind of neat.

I did have a hula hoop contest today at work which I totally won. Okay, not totally, but I beat my friend, Rebecca, by about three or four rotations. In my book, that is a successful woop-ass.

But you have to realize that my book involves virtually no physical exertion at all...so...yeah...it was a good fight on my part.

Oh! It is also a million degrees in Las Vegas. Now this post is officially a trifecta (sp?) of topics. Ta da!

Mine - I bought a Scion XD

Phantom Mold

Do you ever wonder how mold can grow invisibly in something, never to be seen by the naked eye, yet totally makes itself present when a person is attempting to enjoy their dinner?

Well I do. I made spinach pesto pasta which is a Kadel Family favorite. I like to eat this at least 3 - 4 times a month. It is easy, tasty, and fairly good for you.

But tonight, I sat on the couch, like all good American's do, to eat dinner, and I happily ate away at my Spinach pasta and then BAM! moldy taste in my mouth.

"WFT?" I thought. I saw no mold anywhere. The pasta: new. The spinach: frozen. The basil: dried. Perhaps it was the parmesan cheese. But I just bought that too. This is not to rule this out because my Albertson's has sold me many an expired item, which I find out about only when my cake is just about ready to go in the oven. I am always quite displeased, but luckily I live close enough to it to return my moldy items with a disgruntled face, not the item but me, and I get my money back. Rassa Frassa.

But I checked the dried cheese. No mold there either. Where the heck did the mold appear from? My plate? My fork? My subconsious? I don't know. But I am perplexed and a little hungry since I couldn't finish eating my moldy dinner.

Humph.

The wonders of Electrical Tape

I heard from someone at work that rats and rodents tend to nibble on your veggies because they are searching for water. She suggested that I leave little bowls of water near the by the veggies that were being nibbled. I thought, "Why not? It can't hurt." So I went on the quest for rat sized bowls.

I didn't exactly have that in my possession. I did find three plastic cups from a party I had hosted at work. I took a bread knife and started to saw at it. It worked pretty well. I then covered all the edges with electrical tape.

I took the newly created bowls outside and filled them with water. Jeremy looked over and said, "What is the black all over the bowls?"

"Electrical tape," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"So the rats don't cut their little snouts."

And for some reason he rolled his eyes. Hmph. I guess I am the only one looking out for the tomato nibbling rats in the neighborhood.