Mickey and Chuck E. ain't got nuthin' on ME!

Since the last time I posted, I have called an exterminator [loved the jolly old fellow but too expensive...plus, he told me all his tricks. Must have been my booby flashes that did him in ;) ], laid numerous traps with peanut butter and cheese [This must be Remy from "Ratatouille" because he can smell my sneaky little traps], and freaking scared myself about 48 times trying to set the darn sensitive traps just to get the mouse.
I seriously thought I might have actually ran him off by loudly talking about purchasing a cat but then just about 30 minutes ago something caught my eye and I went to the pantry and heard him chomping on something. His mom must have not taught him to chew with his mouth closed!! Geez! So I tip-toed to our "Mouse Destruction Cabinet" and pulled out some more mouse traps and these really sticky pads you can put anywhere.
Well, I saw the mouse run out and get stuck on the pad!!! It was so stinkin' awesome. So to make sure it couldn't get away, I happily squashed his paws further into the pad and proceeded to mash his belly fur as well. He had some choice words in mouse lingo but I cannot translate for you what was said as I will be at the Temple tomorrow morning and that would not look good. Needless to say, I scared the s@#% out of him; literally, it's stuck to the pad as well.
Do these things come in pairs? Or am I done?

Until next time!
The Kamp Family Circus

I get the tinglees in a silly place....

I was changing Makinzi's diaper before bed and I noticed a shadow dart around the corner but at the same time I saw half an empty plastic egg move. At first, I thought it was a water cockroach (it's that time of the season). I don't mind them because I can generally get them before they escape somewhere. **FYI - my husband is MORE afraid of bugs than I am** So now I am picking things up and moving them to try and find this little bugger. After awhile, I replay the image in my mind and decide it must have just been the plastic egg moving as Kendall kicked it when she walked. Okay, so move forward a few hours and I am actually fixin' to write a blog about jokes when I see something race across my kitchen floor into the pantry. Ah hah! Gotcha now you little....Beware! Momma is on a murderous rampage. I open the pantry door and start slowly moving things with my left hand while keeping my trusty wad of napkins in my thunderous hammer grip ready for action as soon as the perpetrator shows his creepy face. But I don't see anything. I open the door wider to get a better playing field when all of a sudden I see a little grey mouse run out and around the corner, under the door. "OHH THAT IS NOT A BUG!!" "OHH THAT IS NOT A BUG!!"
[Right now I'm reminded of that line in "Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat - I get the tinglees in a silly place - But I'm not getting tinglees from anything good. Don't you just love those chills that run up and down your whole body, "mini-convulsions", and you know it's a combination of being creeped out, scared, feeling dirty, and panic ALL AT ONCE!!]
Now Ernie is off the couch and wanting to know what's the ruckus. He still doesn't do anything manly and notices that his remote is in need of new batteries. So he's off to Wal-Mart while I have caught the mouse in my pantry by stuffing a blanket under the door. I can part with the food in my pantry if it requires me to shove a killer bomb under the door to rid my house of this quick and creepy nuisance. I'm calling the exterminator tomorrow!!

Till next time!
The Kamp Family Circus

Kendall's Bad Habits

For my first blog, I thought I would air my dirty laundry and let you all know that Kendall has become a smoker. No, not the "puffing" from a cigarette but chewing the filter to get her high on. Yes, I know what you're thinking "WHAT THE ......?" The story begins with us going to my neice's 1st year birthday party. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALI!! We played on the bouncer, ate pizza scarfed down cake, swang in the tree swing, and went sliding to our hearts content. When any of the above bored us, we, meaning Kendall, went and found a cigarette butt to chew on. Yummy! But Kendall also shared her pizza with the dog and has, in the past, tasted her own poo (another story about me not watching her I'm sure). Don't know which it the lesser of the evils??

Till next time!
The Kamp Family Circus