Mouse Whisperer

I think you could pretty much call me the “mouse whisperer.”

Fred, the little mouse that was in my kitchen earlier this week, seems to have heeded my warnings…We have not seen a trace of him since that Monday afternoon, and Danny said he hasn’t heard any scampering in the walls near the closet… which apparently had been taking place earlier to my discovery of Fred, but Danny didn’t want to tell me (he thought I might freak out.) Yeah, seeing the little freakazoid (Fred, my four legged friend, not my husband) scampering* across our kitchen counter was a much easier way to break the news to me…

Also, I managed to live through a bout of the Hantavirus; thanks for the heads up Spence, good thing I was taking Echinacea at the time. (I’m joking obviously.)

But when Fred and I had our little discussion last week, I think we really connected. I invoked the same “power of persuasion” tactics my old man used when warning me about the dangers of the male species as a teenager (basically, don’t get close to the fire or you’ll get burned by the flame.) Only for any of you who know Suiter, you recognize the “talking to” lasted a lot longer and the stare was much more intense ("fear of God" is more of an appropriate description.)

So I feel good that I didn’t have to use the mouse poison… it would be really hard to practice Zen principles if I was killing a mouse. Then again, we don’t have children, and the consensus seems to be I’d feel different if little Stevie, Holden or Geneva/Chamonix** were in our place.

On a completely separate note... I started writing my "chick lit" novel this week... This is my official 2nd go at writing a novel. The first one (back in 2004 I think), I was about 65 pages in and was SO FED UP with my heroine that I just quit writing because I figured if I can't even have a character I've created fall in love with the right kind of man, what does that say about me? (Thankfully, I've ameliorated the problem since.) I just felt at the time that I was having enough problems with the male species in real life, that I didn't need to create an alter ego to live through the pain as well... once was enough for all of my personalities. ;)

Namaste,
Suite


*But I think it would be really funny to see Danny scamper.
**Also, we haven’t decided which European city we’re naming our second daughter after

And on the 7th day, God rested too... (this one isn't very funny, you might not want to waste our time)

Thus, I figured if Sunday was a day of rest for the creator of heaven and earth, I figured I ought to honor the Sabbath and take a rest from my blogging too. But I’m back on a Monday.

What I’m currently thinking about:

*Poor Buckeyes; they tried so hard… but 2 losses to the Gators this past academic year! I cheered hard, and Oden played his heart out, but the 3’s couldn’t fall for Ohio, and that my friends, can cost you a championship. The thing is, they really needed this win because what else is there to live for in Ohio if it’s not college sports? . . . exactly.

*Today on a flight from Salt Lake to Saint George a random passenger in 9B was explaining to Sen. Bennett (R-UT), about the Boise passenger on SkyWest. . . seriously, this torment I can’t escape. I slumped into my chair and put my ID badge in my purse.

*I’m on my way to Milwaukee tomorrow. . . kind of stoked to try out those “Midwest Airlines” chocolate chip cookies and swanky leather chairs everyone’s been talking about.

*I wore a red power suit to the office today and Danny asked me if I was going for the Hilary Clinton . . . sometimes it “takes a village” just to dress me.

*This blog is pathetic today . . . I can’t decide if it’s because I have writers block, or just that I really need to use the ladies, and I’m too tired to get off the couch.

Oh, like I said, I’m in MKE for a few days so for my two fans (you know who you are . . . um, yeah, you . . . the one reading this), I’ll be out of “comish” for a few days. Check in with you on Thursday to report on how the other half lives.

Cheers from the red couch in downtown SLC.

suite