I am such a girl.

I say this because of a mouse. Well, technically, three mice. They scare me. Hence, I fulfill the stereotype of a scared female when it comes to mice.

It's a ridiculous fear, but there it is. Just the idea of encountering a mouse gives me the willies in a major way.

We had a mouse in the house a few months ago, which I never saw. One of our cats caught it, it was disposed of, and I was happy... for a while. Last night, another (dead) mouse was discovered. Again, I didn't see it, so it wasn't that bad. But today, one of the cats was sniffing around the bottom of the oven, and sure enough, a mouse came scurrying out from under it and ended up under the couch.

No, I did not go after it. I ran the other direction, actually. And, again I didn't even see it. I was told about it as it was happening. That was enough.

I went and bought two different types of mouse traps and we have four cats on guard duty. I sincerely hope they get the little critter before I encounter it. I also hope there aren't any more of them.

We've lived in this house for 23 years, and this is the first time mice have been an issue. I don't know why they've decided to invade the place, but I wouldn't mind if they'd just stop now. I don't want to kill them, I just want them gone.

Watching the Stewart Little movie just didn't prepare me for the real thing. Michael J. Fox's voice was nowhere around, and mice do not drive cars. At least, not these mice. There might be exceptions somewhere. Just because I've never seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, after all.

Anyway, so that's my life at the moment. Feel my pain. Or not. Whatever.

I'm also a valley girl

I'm proud to say my Willamette Valley Daily Photo blog has been around for a month now. If you haven't visited it yet, I'd be every so grateful if you'd spend a few minutes to taking a look around the site. A new photo is posted every day, and it just had its first guest photographer.

From the blog you can visit dozens of other daily photo blogs from all over the world. The one in Paris is really well done... they are all well done. Give 'em a look. The links are along the right-hand side (look for the city photo blog expandable link 'rolls').

I probably won't post again before the 4th, so I want to wish everyone who celebrates it a happy and safe U.S. Independence Day. I'm planning on going to the parade here in town to take pictures, because, gosh darn it, I have to have photos to post.

Take care all.


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Just so you know, my brain has dribbled out my ears. That may not surprise you, if you've ever read any of my previously ramblings.

Anyway, due to my present state of brainlessness, I've decided to start a daily photo blog of the beautiful Willamette Valley, here in Oregon. It's really not a good idea for me to start this, since I already have entirely too many web sites. I told you, no brains.

It all started last week when I discovered the wonders of the City Daily Photo Yahoo Widget. It is a desktop application which cycles through the various city photo blogs and displays their current photos. Since I don't live in town big enough to support 365 photos a year, I've decided to have mine encompass the entire Willamette Valley, which basically spans between Portland to Eugene, which are over 100 miles apart. It's horribly under represented in the grand photo blog stage. Plus, I'm stupid.

So, if you get a chance, give it a visit. It will have a new photo every day, hence the 'daily photo blog' aspect of things, along with captions describing where it was taken, and miscellaneous other gibberish. In fact, they're basically mini-rambles. If you do visit, I'll love you forever. But if you don't... well, I'll love you anyway.

If you have photos of the area, I very much welcome contributions. So g'wan, you know you want to.

I may start a mailing list for the photo blog. If I do, I'll let ya know.

Limping forward

My dog, Lucky, has a hurt leg. She won't walk on it, and most of the time, she simply can't walk. That means she must either be carried, which, after trying it, I simply cannot do (she's too heavy, and my shoulders, back, and neck are not happy body parts after I tried to do just that), or she needs some sort of transportation. Her own wheels, if you will.

Which, I am proud to say, she now has. I bought my dog her very own Radio Flyer little red wagon. Granted, I still have to pick her up to put her in and take her out, but otherwise, it's all good. She took to it instantly. I couldn't afford to buy the thing, but it needed to be done.

So that's fun. She's an old fart of a dog who's not inclined to do much, anyway, but she does need to go outside frequently. And I'm not supposed to be lifting even remotely heavy objects. My doctors would have a fit. So this seems a happy alternative. It's better than nothing, at any rate.

I'm trying to convince Tango the Wonder Kitty to get in the wagon and take a ride, but so far, no luck. I'll keep you posted.

You know, I always wanted a Radio Flyer when I was a kid, but never had one. But now I get to pull my dog around in one, so I guess it's all good.

Until next time, take care all. And if anyone wants to come over for a ride in my new wagon, just let me know.

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