Apr 20, 2017

A little mousy

Before hopping (dragging) into the shower, I checked a few blogs.  Vera (The Threaded Lane) had a mouse encounter and it reminded me of an incident 50 years ago.
 
Do you remember the net hair covers we wore to mass?  Back then, you dressed nicely for church and never would be without a head cover of some sort.  Mantillas, doilies, whimsies.  Mom was dressed and ready first, opened the front door and bent over to pick up the Sunday paper.  Hanging on to the brick directly above the door was a mouse, which happened to lose its grip when the door brushed him.  He landed in the netting of mom's whimsie.  Her extremely thick hair cushioned his impact and she felt nothing.  She sat down across from dad at the table, drank her coffee, and dad just assumed that little furry thing was part of the feather adornment.  It wasn't until she leaned over to buckle her shoe that the little guy fell off.  Not realizing what it was, they just looked at him until he ran under the fridge.   I left the room because I couldn't handle what may have followed.
 
One summer, I hit the button to light our gas grill and something fell out, blackened, and smoking.  It staggered away and I wanted Mark to find it and make sure it wasn't suffering.  He never saw it.  I lifted the lid and saw that she had built a nest in the briquettes.  We checked, no babies, and removed the nest.  Next day there she was, a little sooty but a busy builder.  I couldn't displace her again and two days later, babies.  Over the next weeks, I opened the lid daily and as they grew, they came up to the grates to say hello.  When they were big enough, we put gloves on and moved them to bales of straw in the back.  Two days later when I opened the lid to remove the contents, they were back!  This happened several times and finally, I gave up.  We just moved the grill to the wood line.  We mouse proof our grills ever since, and leave a cloth bag with moth balls under the hood of the lawn tractor, another favorite spot of theirs.  I leave the hood up to remind us to remove the bag before mowing, and no mice since.  I don't want them in my house, but I don't want any critter to suffer either.  Sometimes a quick end is necessary but only if it's quick and painless.  I guess I'm weird.
 
I saw Nina, who tattooed my eyebrows and liner, her hair is fabulous.  It is spiky on the ends and her bangs, yet soft to the touch.  I was impressed and she thought the product would help with my fuzzhead.  The product?  BedHead Manipulator.  So I ordered it.  The wrong one.  I got the yellow jar (a wax) instead of the blue jar (a paste).  It's a texturizer that separates your hair to give it that edgy look.  Well, the wax is ....... beeswax.  So now I can just pull my floss through my hair to wax it.  I ordered the blue jar and it will be here in a few days.
 
Well this was kind of long and boring wasn't it?  Still hopped up on Advil and hungry as hell.  Sorry.
 
Dear Brigitte, "crabass" is a person that is part jackass, part crab (a person that is in a bad mood).   They don't keep their crabbiness to themselves, they let everyone around them feel it too.  Therefore, a crabby jackass = crabass. 

I left a comment for Niky a while back that said "be still my heart" and she replied asking me what that meant.  No I don't want to die!  It just means that my heart is racing with excitement and pleasure, and I ask for it to slow down. 

Bitch-slap is a term that has variations, none good.  Some definitions are to actually slap someone unworthy of a full punch.  I never did and never will understand that.  Others use it as a phrase, not intending a physical action, to indicate their displeasure toward a nasty person deserving a slap. 
 
Someone likes to watch it rain.



 
That's all folks.  Into the shower I go.  I wonder if hot steam will melt the beeswax.
 
Have a great weekend.
 
Thanks for visiting.
 
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17 comments:

diamondc said...

Marly: I do remember the head covers for Mass, we still have some ladies wearing them, many of them are young I mean in their 20s this is amazing to me, I find this to be a beautiful show for what they believe in.
You crack me up, the mouse was maybe too afraid to move so hung on for dear life, oh so funny.
I am amazed at the people that do not know some of the slang we use here in the USA.
My cat loves to watch the rain drops fall on the patio door, she seems to think they are there just for her entertainment.

Hugs
Catherine

C. M. Designs said...

Good morning Marly. I enjoyed your words this morning. Love your Missy !
Have a great day. I hope mine is better than yesterday. Had to have a new hot water tank put in...........Won't deal with Home Depot anymore for that service !
Charlotte in Va.

Rugs and Pugs said...

Yup! I remember the head covers for mass. That story about your mom and the mouse cracked me up. OK, so how do you mouse proof a grill??? Inquiring minds want to know.
How ironic. I've said bitch slap for years and just the other day we looked it up to see how it was done. I've never done it and never would, but threaten all the time.
Hope you are feeling better each day.
Lauren

Vera said...

Oh Marly! Your mouse story tops all mouse stories I've ever heard. I can't imagine a mouse on your Mom's head!! We used to stay at a cottage/camp on a lake in VT. One year my Mom discovered a mouse nest in the oven. Thank goodness it was discovered BEFORE she turned the oven on. I, too, don't want any creature to suffer...but I don't want the creatures in my house either!!

Vickie said...

Wow. Very interesting post Marly. ;) Never know what I will learn here.

Winnie Nielsen said...

Hahahahaha!!! Marly, I do love those mouse stories because you sound like me. While I can't have mice in the house, I can't stand to see them hurt outside where they live. Your kitties are adorable and I enjoy it when you share some of their personable moments here with all of us.

Mary said...

Mom's mouse story the best. Non catholic here, so not familiar with the head covering thing. We only wore Easter hats as little girls to church. Do get a kick out of Southern women who still wear those fabulous hats to church. They all look so good too.

Kathy R. said...

Marly you are too much.
Be careful of the wax, it is hard to get out of your hair. I went to a co-worker's wedding last September and a friend put my hair in a bun using wax. I thought I would never get that stuff out of my hair. I think it took 3 days of double shampoos to get it all out. I could not stand the feel of it in my hair.

Earlier this week I found two of my girl cats in the yard staring at something between them. Yep it was a little mouse. I picked it up in a plastic cup and relocated it. I understand they are hunters by nature and I don't care if they kill animals, but I don't like to see them "play" with them.

Enjoy your weekend and I hope your back continues to improve.

cucki said...

aww very interesting post my dear.
love you x

Shelly said...

Too funny about running your thread through your hair! I would have gone hysterical if I had a mouse on my head. I'd prefer mice and what-not stayed outside and won't kill anything if I don't have to. Like your definition of crabass; I am that today and will keep my mouth shut at work!

Barbara Shores ~ Village Folk Art said...

Thanks for the laugh Marly. Yup, so happy we do not have to wear hats as they do not flatter me. Me too, even snakes...my worst fear. We had one in our front yard the other day. I stayed in and we kept the garage door down at all times. Only opened to enter or exit. So far have not seen anymore. Chuck said he thought it was a young side winder by the way it moved...very poisonous. Ya never know living in the Mojave Desert. Rattlers coming out of hibernation too. Just got to keep a good watch. That's probably why we do not have too many mice.
Oh well, on to nicer thoughts.
Have a Pleasant weekend and EnJoY...
Barb

Anonymous said...

I don't think you're weird for not wanting to unnecessarily killing mice; I think you're heartwarmingly compassionate.

Samplings from Spring Creek said...

Over the years I have tried different hair products trying to find the right one--I have had some interesting results. Wax in your hair--am still processing this one. Don't stand to close to a fire--you might have a meltdown

sandi s said...

Oh my gosh, you have me rolling with laughter tonite! Yes I remember the different head covers. We have a family in church that still wears them. I hope the beeswax comes out. 😂 Hugs,

JodiBlonde Fletcher said...

You and your husband sound just like us. We would have moved the grill to the wood line as well and just waited them out. Beatrix Potter would be so proud of you!

Carol said...

Loved waking up to this fun post, Marly--you are such a good story teller :)

Yes, our idioms can really confuse our international readers. I wrote to one about my niece being "homesick" which she was an exchange student and my friend thought there was something terribly wrong with her, not that she was simply missing being home!

You are a sweet and softhearted person, Marly--glad another mice family lived because of you (hopefully, they aren't the one that invaded my house this past winter!).

deb said...

Great story about your mom and the mouse! Hmmm... never wondered what crabass meant as it's seemed a very reasonable word each time I see you use it - probably that's because I tend that way myself, lol.

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