I cannot believe it is already Thanksgiving week. My mind is stuck in summer and my body has jumped ahead to its annual post-holiday winter weight. The last part is mainly due to a terrific "extended" summer of BBQs, beer, and finding something to celebrate every week. Current goal? Eat a light, yet satisfying meal on Thursday. Wish me luck.
This Thanksgiving will be spent at my parents with 12 other family members. My mom usually prepares the entire meal, but this year I kindly asked if we could have a side dish or two that was slightly healthier than her usual menu. If it's not soaking in butter or sugar, my mom doesn't find it worth eating. Mind you she's 122 pounds and clearly does not understand the restrictions of a slow metabolism or the concept of Weight Watchers (something that I have to follow to a T). While she won't give up her menu, she is letting me make three dishes. Cranberry sauce, mashed sweet potatoes, and a surprise dish. I tested Bourbon Pecan Sweet Potato Mash tonight and it was bland at best, so now I am on a desperate search for a good sweet potato recipe. My surprise recipe? Brussels Sprouts with Crisp Prosciutto. Don't hate. I tested these tonight as well and they are DELICIOUS. If anyone knows of a great sweet potato recipe, please share! My mom is already making the traditional yams, brown sugar, butter, and marshmallow casserole, so that's out.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I would like to leave you with a few things I am thankful for:
1. Family
2. Having a job
3. Our Troops
Things I am not thankful for include co-workers clipping their fingernails at their desk (or on airplanes) and whoever it is that insists on heating up fish in the open kitchen area that is by my desk. Come on people, let's practice some common courtesy.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The End of an eHarmony Era
So, the countdown has begun . . . I officially have only four more days left on my eHarmony subscription before it expires. A large part of me says good riddance to this money sucking, hope-draining total letdown of a service. Let me provide you with some statistics: I have been an eHarmony subscriber since April or so. In that time, eHarmony has matched me with over 200 guys. Out of those 200 guys, I have met three of them, gone on four dates, and had one almost date with a weird guy who my intuition told me to call and cancel with.
Is the problem me? In many ways yes. I tend to agonize over small details like, why doesn't this guy understand the difference between 'to' and 'too'? and why is this guy afraid to upload a decent picture of himself?, which in turn leads me to either close the match or ignore his profile.
Of course, there are other things too that are not in anybody's control such as where a person lives. The truth is, you can both live in the Dallas area, but it still might take an hour to meet that person, depending on where they live. One hour is practically long-distance, and nobody is looking for that sort of relationship.
No, in the spirit of the "it's not my fault" mentality, I blame my failure on eHarmony itself. I used to think online dating was the most wonderful concept. If you think about it, with online dating, it is presumed that all others on the service are single, unlike at a bar (or a dog park, in my case) where you see a really hot guy, even talk to him, but he may have a GF and you are out of luck. A person is also free to assume that for a paying service such as eHarmony, and also for a service that markets itself on matching people based on their personality characteristics, that one is getting access to quality people who all have the same goal: to find someone they are compatible with, that they have chemistry with, and that they can see themselves with in the long term.
I was wrong. The concept itself is counter to the way humans are programmed to make connections. The fact is that having access to all of these single guys while being forced to form an initial impression based only on their profiles is nothing short of an impossibility masked as opportunity. You can't win that game. Since a person is unable to use normal senses of sight, sound, and feeling, they must therefore make a judgment about the other person based solely on the words and pictures that the person has provided. With all the time in the world to peruse profiles, evaluate the meaning and undertones of a description, and then finally conduct and respond to questions and emails with as much time as one wishes, of course, a person becomes picky and lazy at the same time.
The truth is that NOTHING can replace human contact as a first impression. I am quite certain that many of the guys whose profiles I chose to ignore or not email, I might have had a connection with in real life, but for whatever reason, due to their picture or the way they described themselves, I had to make an assumption about that person, whether wrong or right, that we were probably not compatible. When two people meet in real life, they converse and react based on visual and audio queues which help guide the conversation and prevent word vomit or TMI. However, sentences in a profile can easily be misinterpreted because there is no other way to understand the words on a computer other than to take them at face value.
It kills me that I paid for a service for which I had no return on investment. The only good thing to come out of it was the realization that I am not the only one in the "still single and 26" boat, and I am not the only one who fell for that deceptively optimistic eHarmony commercial featuring "real subscribers" who are now happily coupled.
Is the problem me? In many ways yes. I tend to agonize over small details like, why doesn't this guy understand the difference between 'to' and 'too'? and why is this guy afraid to upload a decent picture of himself?, which in turn leads me to either close the match or ignore his profile.
Of course, there are other things too that are not in anybody's control such as where a person lives. The truth is, you can both live in the Dallas area, but it still might take an hour to meet that person, depending on where they live. One hour is practically long-distance, and nobody is looking for that sort of relationship.
No, in the spirit of the "it's not my fault" mentality, I blame my failure on eHarmony itself. I used to think online dating was the most wonderful concept. If you think about it, with online dating, it is presumed that all others on the service are single, unlike at a bar (or a dog park, in my case) where you see a really hot guy, even talk to him, but he may have a GF and you are out of luck. A person is also free to assume that for a paying service such as eHarmony, and also for a service that markets itself on matching people based on their personality characteristics, that one is getting access to quality people who all have the same goal: to find someone they are compatible with, that they have chemistry with, and that they can see themselves with in the long term.
I was wrong. The concept itself is counter to the way humans are programmed to make connections. The fact is that having access to all of these single guys while being forced to form an initial impression based only on their profiles is nothing short of an impossibility masked as opportunity. You can't win that game. Since a person is unable to use normal senses of sight, sound, and feeling, they must therefore make a judgment about the other person based solely on the words and pictures that the person has provided. With all the time in the world to peruse profiles, evaluate the meaning and undertones of a description, and then finally conduct and respond to questions and emails with as much time as one wishes, of course, a person becomes picky and lazy at the same time.
The truth is that NOTHING can replace human contact as a first impression. I am quite certain that many of the guys whose profiles I chose to ignore or not email, I might have had a connection with in real life, but for whatever reason, due to their picture or the way they described themselves, I had to make an assumption about that person, whether wrong or right, that we were probably not compatible. When two people meet in real life, they converse and react based on visual and audio queues which help guide the conversation and prevent word vomit or TMI. However, sentences in a profile can easily be misinterpreted because there is no other way to understand the words on a computer other than to take them at face value.
It kills me that I paid for a service for which I had no return on investment. The only good thing to come out of it was the realization that I am not the only one in the "still single and 26" boat, and I am not the only one who fell for that deceptively optimistic eHarmony commercial featuring "real subscribers" who are now happily coupled.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Blog Catch Up: A Five-Parter
My life has actually been quite busy since I last posted, so I have broken up this post based on all the topics worth discussing.
1. Where the Wild Things Are (Not) Part 2:
Last week I wrote about an uninvited guest that was currently inhabiting my chimney. Of course, not two hours after Animal Control came to my house to assess the situation and determined the animal to be gone, I hear the damn thing rattling around my chimney once more. That was last Tuesday, and I am happy to say that it appears the animal has moved on to a more hospitable home. Lucky for me, it appears no death occurred which also means no awful smell invaded my walls, and also no GUILT on my part! I do feel sorry for the one reader that posted about her rat experience. I am glad my animal and I parted ways on amicable terms.
2. Eharmony Date with Jake:
Last Thursday I went on date #1 with Jake, a guy from Eharmony. I was super excited about meeting Jake because he exhibited all the good signals a girl can hope for: good profile pics, smart and funny email responses, taller than me when I'm wearing heels, etc. We met for drinks at Gordon Brewery (I know, what is it with that place that every guy wants to go there for date #1???) and talked for several hours. Again the question of chemistry comes up. Although I definitely would like to go on date #2 with Jake, I have to say that I thought I would feel that instant "click" with him. I felt like we had similar senses of humor when we were emailing, but in person, I may have fallen a little flat. I don't know whether it is because he was nervous or what. I mean, I sometimes forget that just because I don't get nervous before a first date, doesn't mean that others do not. Soooo, I haven't heard from him since Thursday, but if we go out again, I will definitely update to let you know whether there were more sparks.
3. I Met My Dream Boy
Last Friday (the day after my date with Jake), I needed to take Jackson to the dog park before my friend arrived from Houston for the weekend. Jackson was very hyper and needed the exercise, so I grabbed him and without a thought or a care about how greasy and scrubby I looked, we headed for the park. Of course, while we were there, I met my dream guy. Seriously. I. Met. Him. I will call him Dog Park Guy. DPG was way hot, super-nice (we talked for about 30 mins), had a great personality, a great sense of humor, a great dog, and our dogs got along really well! However, I didn't get his number because I am a big chicken and have naturally made the assumption that he has a GF, but if I see him again, I am going to go out on a limb and see if he would like to meet up sometime. Wish me luck.
But, going back to post #2 above, the date with Jake that seemed ok on Thursday, seemed blah compared to the chemistry I felt with the DPG on Friday. With Jake, although I would like to see him again, it's not going to break my heart if we don't. With DPG, I TOTALLY want to see him again, like now. Why can't for just once, the stars be aligned and help a girl out so that she goes out with a guy she is head over heels for after only knowing him for 30 minutes? That so does not happen to me very often!
4. Six Flags Baby!
On Saturday, I went to Six Flags Over Texas in Arlington with a few friends. Let me just say that my inner-kid comes out with the mention of roller coasters. I love those things. A lot. Like, so "a lot" that I rode the Titan three times in a row, and then one final time before leaving the park as a way to say goodbye until next year. That place is awesome, and it wasn't very crowded which allowed my friends and I to ride EVERY roller coaster multiple times if desired, with virtually no wait. I definitely had my hands up and my scream on. PS. They now sell beer at Six Flags, but it is too expensive to drink enough to get a decent buzz on.
5. Umm, is that my underwear?
So yeah, funny story. Before heading to Six Flags on Saturday, my friends and I dropped off our pooches at Paw Beach Resort in Plano, Tx for Doggie Day Care, so we wouldn't have to worry about them while we were living it up on the Titan. We walked in, and Jackson being a regular at day care was ready for play time, but my friend's dog Gabbie needed to check in for her first visit. While my friend was busy with the front desk guy, I was talking to the guy who watches the dogs in the back and playing with Jackson. All of a sudden something caught my eye. About two feet away from me, on the pristine floor of the lobby lay an object that looked familiar. Umm, is that my underwear? Yep. It sure was.
People, I CANNOT even begin to make this shit up. I was mortified, but also very confused because I normally do not feel the need to bring backup underwear with me when I go places. The only reasonable explanation for this occurrence was that due to the evil that is known as static cling, the undies were stuck to the inside of my jeans after drying them and gradually worked themselves down the pant leg and onto the floor. Now, I do not know why they chose that opportune moment to appear in public, and not while I was at home, but that is neither here nor there. The main thing is that Doggie Day Care boy now knows that I wear VS Boy Shorts with the Dog Pattern (fitting, I know), and now so do you. The only sense of pride I have in the whole ordeal, and my friend pointed this out, is that at least they were cute undies and not granny panties.
1. Where the Wild Things Are (Not) Part 2:
Last week I wrote about an uninvited guest that was currently inhabiting my chimney. Of course, not two hours after Animal Control came to my house to assess the situation and determined the animal to be gone, I hear the damn thing rattling around my chimney once more. That was last Tuesday, and I am happy to say that it appears the animal has moved on to a more hospitable home. Lucky for me, it appears no death occurred which also means no awful smell invaded my walls, and also no GUILT on my part! I do feel sorry for the one reader that posted about her rat experience. I am glad my animal and I parted ways on amicable terms.
2. Eharmony Date with Jake:
Last Thursday I went on date #1 with Jake, a guy from Eharmony. I was super excited about meeting Jake because he exhibited all the good signals a girl can hope for: good profile pics, smart and funny email responses, taller than me when I'm wearing heels, etc. We met for drinks at Gordon Brewery (I know, what is it with that place that every guy wants to go there for date #1???) and talked for several hours. Again the question of chemistry comes up. Although I definitely would like to go on date #2 with Jake, I have to say that I thought I would feel that instant "click" with him. I felt like we had similar senses of humor when we were emailing, but in person, I may have fallen a little flat. I don't know whether it is because he was nervous or what. I mean, I sometimes forget that just because I don't get nervous before a first date, doesn't mean that others do not. Soooo, I haven't heard from him since Thursday, but if we go out again, I will definitely update to let you know whether there were more sparks.
3. I Met My Dream Boy
Last Friday (the day after my date with Jake), I needed to take Jackson to the dog park before my friend arrived from Houston for the weekend. Jackson was very hyper and needed the exercise, so I grabbed him and without a thought or a care about how greasy and scrubby I looked, we headed for the park. Of course, while we were there, I met my dream guy. Seriously. I. Met. Him. I will call him Dog Park Guy. DPG was way hot, super-nice (we talked for about 30 mins), had a great personality, a great sense of humor, a great dog, and our dogs got along really well! However, I didn't get his number because I am a big chicken and have naturally made the assumption that he has a GF, but if I see him again, I am going to go out on a limb and see if he would like to meet up sometime. Wish me luck.
But, going back to post #2 above, the date with Jake that seemed ok on Thursday, seemed blah compared to the chemistry I felt with the DPG on Friday. With Jake, although I would like to see him again, it's not going to break my heart if we don't. With DPG, I TOTALLY want to see him again, like now. Why can't for just once, the stars be aligned and help a girl out so that she goes out with a guy she is head over heels for after only knowing him for 30 minutes? That so does not happen to me very often!
4. Six Flags Baby!
On Saturday, I went to Six Flags Over Texas in Arlington with a few friends. Let me just say that my inner-kid comes out with the mention of roller coasters. I love those things. A lot. Like, so "a lot" that I rode the Titan three times in a row, and then one final time before leaving the park as a way to say goodbye until next year. That place is awesome, and it wasn't very crowded which allowed my friends and I to ride EVERY roller coaster multiple times if desired, with virtually no wait. I definitely had my hands up and my scream on. PS. They now sell beer at Six Flags, but it is too expensive to drink enough to get a decent buzz on.
5. Umm, is that my underwear?
So yeah, funny story. Before heading to Six Flags on Saturday, my friends and I dropped off our pooches at Paw Beach Resort in Plano, Tx for Doggie Day Care, so we wouldn't have to worry about them while we were living it up on the Titan. We walked in, and Jackson being a regular at day care was ready for play time, but my friend's dog Gabbie needed to check in for her first visit. While my friend was busy with the front desk guy, I was talking to the guy who watches the dogs in the back and playing with Jackson. All of a sudden something caught my eye. About two feet away from me, on the pristine floor of the lobby lay an object that looked familiar. Umm, is that my underwear? Yep. It sure was.
People, I CANNOT even begin to make this shit up. I was mortified, but also very confused because I normally do not feel the need to bring backup underwear with me when I go places. The only reasonable explanation for this occurrence was that due to the evil that is known as static cling, the undies were stuck to the inside of my jeans after drying them and gradually worked themselves down the pant leg and onto the floor. Now, I do not know why they chose that opportune moment to appear in public, and not while I was at home, but that is neither here nor there. The main thing is that Doggie Day Care boy now knows that I wear VS Boy Shorts with the Dog Pattern (fitting, I know), and now so do you. The only sense of pride I have in the whole ordeal, and my friend pointed this out, is that at least they were cute undies and not granny panties.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
In Laws
This past weekend my in-laws came in town. My husband and I have not seen them since July and we had a fabulous time. The one thing I realize every time we seem them is how much my husband is like my FIL. It’s scary, but a good scary.
Friday night we went to a nice dinner at La Cima, which is the Las Colinas City Club restaurant and Saturday we showed my FIL the wonder that is Central Market. I don’t think he blinked the entire time we were there. For those of you that don’t know what Central Market is, it is somewhat of a specialty grocery store. They have all the pre-prepared food you can think of, an olive bar about 30 feet long, a salsa bar to match, homemade pastas and bread, any kind of cheese imaginable, and an amazing produce section. The one thing they didn’t have….Halloween candy. They kept pointing me toward the bulk candy. Yeah, because all parents love letting their kids eat unwrapped candy from strangers. Anyway as a side note, we bought candy at another store and we only had FOUR trick-or-treaters. LAME. But I digress.
Saturday night my parents came over and my husband and I made dinner for everyone and then we watched a slideshow of pictures from our Italy trip. I swear I will never make someone watch a video of a vacation, but you will be subjected to digital pictures on the TV screen. The weekend ended with us going to breakfast on Sunday before they headed back down to San Antonio.
I know this type of relationship with in-laws is not always the case. Does anyone have any crazy in-law stories? Anonymous posts are welcomed :)
Friday night we went to a nice dinner at La Cima, which is the Las Colinas City Club restaurant and Saturday we showed my FIL the wonder that is Central Market. I don’t think he blinked the entire time we were there. For those of you that don’t know what Central Market is, it is somewhat of a specialty grocery store. They have all the pre-prepared food you can think of, an olive bar about 30 feet long, a salsa bar to match, homemade pastas and bread, any kind of cheese imaginable, and an amazing produce section. The one thing they didn’t have….Halloween candy. They kept pointing me toward the bulk candy. Yeah, because all parents love letting their kids eat unwrapped candy from strangers. Anyway as a side note, we bought candy at another store and we only had FOUR trick-or-treaters. LAME. But I digress.
Saturday night my parents came over and my husband and I made dinner for everyone and then we watched a slideshow of pictures from our Italy trip. I swear I will never make someone watch a video of a vacation, but you will be subjected to digital pictures on the TV screen. The weekend ended with us going to breakfast on Sunday before they headed back down to San Antonio.
I know this type of relationship with in-laws is not always the case. Does anyone have any crazy in-law stories? Anonymous posts are welcomed :)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
FW: RE: Your Action
Every office has one of those people who take the job of delegating out work uberseriously. Unfortunately, these people are not your boss, and they are usually not in a position of power; no, no, these are people who don't actually like to do any work themselves, so they try very hard to pass the work onto others. My office has one of these said people. His name is Slacker (not really, but I try to be fair and not use real names), and Slacker really pissed me off today.
Earlier this afternoon, I received an email from Slacker that contained the following statement, "This request should have been directed to you. Your action." Umm, excuse me? Do you mean to tell me that this five page email train where your name is mentioned all over the friggin' place was mistakenly sent to you instead of me? And that the five people copied on this email are so stupid that they put you as the actionee instead of me? And that you think it is ok to "reply to all" and then some to let everyone know that I have the action to complete, when this is the first time I've heard about this issue EVER? And that you think it is acceptable to direct me to do something just because you don't want to have to do it? Who in the hell do you think you are?
Face the facts Slacker! This IS your job, you AREN'T my boss, and QUIT copying every MF*ing person in this office on messages where you deny responsibility and accountability for the tasks you were hired to do!
Deep breath. Please say someone understands where I am coming from? I like my job, and I don't mind doing work that should be mine to do, but what I don't like is for people, like this guy, who think that just by putting the words "Your action" in an email that they have successfully abstained themselves from any responsibility regarding the work.
As the rush of pure hatred filled Princess Tartini's veins (NOT an overreaction by the way because this is not the first time this has happened to me, and I have also witnessed this infuriating behavior happen to others), my first instinct was to shoot back an email also replying to all letting this guy have it big time. However, my cooler senses prevailed, and a sensible email was sent back to Slacker and slacker's boss (who is kind of a pseudo-boss to me) questioning whether or not this was really an appropriate task for my function.
I don't know the outcome yet, but I feel at the very least my point was made: I don't mind doing the work if a supervisor asks me to, but I sure as hell don't take direction from Slacker, and I refuse to allow him to CC me into submission just because he uses email as a broadcast for "not my job".
Earlier this afternoon, I received an email from Slacker that contained the following statement, "This request should have been directed to you. Your action." Umm, excuse me? Do you mean to tell me that this five page email train where your name is mentioned all over the friggin' place was mistakenly sent to you instead of me? And that the five people copied on this email are so stupid that they put you as the actionee instead of me? And that you think it is ok to "reply to all" and then some to let everyone know that I have the action to complete, when this is the first time I've heard about this issue EVER? And that you think it is acceptable to direct me to do something just because you don't want to have to do it? Who in the hell do you think you are?
Face the facts Slacker! This IS your job, you AREN'T my boss, and QUIT copying every MF*ing person in this office on messages where you deny responsibility and accountability for the tasks you were hired to do!
Deep breath. Please say someone understands where I am coming from? I like my job, and I don't mind doing work that should be mine to do, but what I don't like is for people, like this guy, who think that just by putting the words "Your action" in an email that they have successfully abstained themselves from any responsibility regarding the work.
As the rush of pure hatred filled Princess Tartini's veins (NOT an overreaction by the way because this is not the first time this has happened to me, and I have also witnessed this infuriating behavior happen to others), my first instinct was to shoot back an email also replying to all letting this guy have it big time. However, my cooler senses prevailed, and a sensible email was sent back to Slacker and slacker's boss (who is kind of a pseudo-boss to me) questioning whether or not this was really an appropriate task for my function.
I don't know the outcome yet, but I feel at the very least my point was made: I don't mind doing the work if a supervisor asks me to, but I sure as hell don't take direction from Slacker, and I refuse to allow him to CC me into submission just because he uses email as a broadcast for "not my job".
Monday, November 2, 2009
Where the Wild Things Are
On Sunday, I arrived home from Tucson on time (thank you American Airlines for that wonderful performance) and immediately settled in, unpacked my stuff, and did a little happy dive onto my couch to catch up on my DVRd shows. Not long into Grey's, I heard the weirdest scratching noise that sounded like it was coming from my roof. I ignored it thinking that it was probably a bird on the roof, but the sound persisted. I then decided that further investigation was necessary, and I climbed up in the attic to see if some random animal had made its home in my insulation. Umm, no. I then proceeded outside and tried to look like I knew what I was doing as I surveyed all aspects of my roof from the ground. Still nothing. I went back inside, pressed play, and continued in my happy bliss.
An hour later, the same noise occurred again. This time, after listening very closely, I determined that the noise resembled an animal trapped in some small space that was trying to get a foothold on a slick metal vertical object . . . hmmm, what could that be? Hint: When you start a fire in your fireplace, smoke goes up your _______. Very good kids!
My chimney was the unintended home of a wild thing-I am guessing a squirrel. Crap. After listening to the rattling for a little while, it all but stopped and I headed to bed, completely forgetting about the sound. Apparently, this little guy and I are on the same circadian rhythm because we both slept soundly throughout the night. And also like me, the little guy gets cranky in the mornings, which is when I remembered that I did indeed still have my overnight visitor.
To speed up my little tale, let me just say that there is really no good and easy way to get an animal out of one's chimney. Recommendations made by colleagues and my dear dad included: smoke it out, open the damper and let it fall into a box, call animal control, let it die and then fall into said box . . .
I pay taxes, and being new to the city, I decided to check out my local animal control who recommended a trap. They even came by to look up the chimney and help me set up the trap. Apparently, my wild thing is either a little shy or has the ability to disappear into thin air because the office could not see anything caught in the chimney. She told me that the animal might have freed itself, but to call back if I heard any more noises.
People, I am here to tell you, that this intruder is back. In fact, I am listening to him rumble around and get ready for bed as I write this post. Looks like I am going to have to get the trap and see what I can do about enticing the wild thing out of my chimney.
Stay tuned for Part II of this story, but to keep you intrigued, I will tell you that it will either end in a sad death (not mine), a story of survival and hope (yes, mine), or me possibly contracting the disease called rabies. Luckily, from the show The Office, I happen to know that rabies is curable-so I'm really not that worried, but I'll let you know what happens.
An hour later, the same noise occurred again. This time, after listening very closely, I determined that the noise resembled an animal trapped in some small space that was trying to get a foothold on a slick metal vertical object . . . hmmm, what could that be? Hint: When you start a fire in your fireplace, smoke goes up your _______. Very good kids!
My chimney was the unintended home of a wild thing-I am guessing a squirrel. Crap. After listening to the rattling for a little while, it all but stopped and I headed to bed, completely forgetting about the sound. Apparently, this little guy and I are on the same circadian rhythm because we both slept soundly throughout the night. And also like me, the little guy gets cranky in the mornings, which is when I remembered that I did indeed still have my overnight visitor.
To speed up my little tale, let me just say that there is really no good and easy way to get an animal out of one's chimney. Recommendations made by colleagues and my dear dad included: smoke it out, open the damper and let it fall into a box, call animal control, let it die and then fall into said box . . .
I pay taxes, and being new to the city, I decided to check out my local animal control who recommended a trap. They even came by to look up the chimney and help me set up the trap. Apparently, my wild thing is either a little shy or has the ability to disappear into thin air because the office could not see anything caught in the chimney. She told me that the animal might have freed itself, but to call back if I heard any more noises.
People, I am here to tell you, that this intruder is back. In fact, I am listening to him rumble around and get ready for bed as I write this post. Looks like I am going to have to get the trap and see what I can do about enticing the wild thing out of my chimney.
Stay tuned for Part II of this story, but to keep you intrigued, I will tell you that it will either end in a sad death (not mine), a story of survival and hope (yes, mine), or me possibly contracting the disease called rabies. Luckily, from the show The Office, I happen to know that rabies is curable-so I'm really not that worried, but I'll let you know what happens.
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