Friday, October 31, 2008

Mouse Bombing Intensifies

Okay, not really. It's at the same level as before. As in, I see droppings, and no matter what I do with the traps, the mousey won't bite. What's most disturbing is that I have found droppings in my bedroom, which freaks me out. I literally have trouble getting to sleep thinking about it and have started sleeping with my feet to the head of the bed (why? I don't know...I think in absence of doing something useful, I decided to do something symbolic). Let's examine what we know about the mouse species:


They're fast


Speedy 


They're annoying


Mickey-003   


They're wily and hard to catch


NearMiss 


They're disturbingly buff 


Mighty-mouse 


I'm going to try some different bait this weekend. I'm pretty much setting up a mouse smorgasbord. I hope he decides to indulge one of these days...

Mouse Bombing Intensifies

Okay, not really. It's at the same level as before. As in, I see droppings, and no matter what I do with the traps, the mousey won't bite. What's most disturbing is that I have found droppings in my bedroom, which freaks me out. I literally have trouble getting to sleep thinking about it and have started sleeping with my feet to the head of the bed (why? I don't know...I think in absence of doing something useful, I decided to do something symbolic). Let's examine what we know about the mouse species:


They're fast


Speedy 


They're annoying


Mickey-003   


They're wily and hard to catch


NearMiss 


They're disturbingly buff 


Mighty-mouse 


I'm going to try some different bait this weekend. I'm pretty much setting up a mouse smorgasbord. I hope he decides to indulge one of these days...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Fall Frederick Fun

Angela and I went to Frederick last weekend for some fall leaf-viewing. (Though most of the time was spent browsing the cute shops and eating brunch!) Just sharing some pictures here...not much to say except it was nice to get away...even only 45 minutes away!


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Where we had brunch--Firestone's


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I thought this couple was cute.


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Cunningham Falls State Park


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The falls


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Fall Frederick Fun

Angela and I went to Frederick last weekend for some fall leaf-viewing. (Though most of the time was spent browsing the cute shops and eating brunch!) Just sharing some pictures here...not much to say except it was nice to get away...even only 45 minutes away!


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Where we had brunch--Firestone's


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I thought this couple was cute.


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Cunningham Falls State Park


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The falls


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Friday, October 17, 2008

M-M-M-Myyyyyyy Verona!

I saw the Shakespeare Theatre Company's production of Romeo and Juliet (R 'n'J) last week when my mom was in town. It was interesting to see yet again something that you know so well. I took Shakespeare in college, and have read a great many of the plays, and have seen many on stage as well, but none do I know so well as R 'n'J. Why? It's because of a simple thing called puberty.


I was nothing short of obsessed with R 'n'J in middle school. First of all, reading Shakespeare was difficult and gave you an intellectual heft unheard of for most middle schoolers. Second, everyone knows that R 'n' J is the most absolutely totally romantic and passionate plays of, like, ALL TIME! Or, is it?


When I was 13, I had "reading" (which is an interesting class to have at 13--at that point, doesn't English class suffice?) with Miss Bruno. Miss Bruno was sooooo worldly and wonderful. She was young and hip but yet mature.  To think of it, she was probably under 25...which is frightening for me now, so we won't think about that. Miss Bruno bucked the system (sort of), and thus was a hero in the mind of pre-teen. She was an art student and teacher who wore long palazzo pants from the Limited (the height of sophisticated fashion), lacy shirts, and granny boots. It was in her class that we read Shakespeare. To be specific, R 'n' J. We memorized--without prompting--the balcony scene. In fact, the picture below is a picture of Mollie and me practicing (can I hear a "boy you're brave"? I mean look at that 'fro!). Mollie's holding up her copy of "The Complete Shakespeare. "We were planning to do a mini production of the play. I don't think it ever came to fruition. Mostly because the girls all wanted to be Juliet and as you can imagine, NO boys wanted to be ANYTHING.


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Miss Bruno showed us Franco Zefferelli's film version. She couldn't have been too against the system, because she stopped the tape and fast forwarded past the love scene/naked breasts. This caused us much chagrin because of course, that was one of, like, the MOST romantic and sexy scenes of them all. I think she eventually relented and showed us part of them being in bed, but no naked breasts. This of course completely removed any point of the whole thing for the boys.


I can still to this day recite the balcony scene "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy name..." or at the very least say it along with the actors. Unlike the people who insist upon humming along with the opera [I'm talking to YOU old man beside me at La Traviata!!!} I resisted doing this.


03h_romeo_juliet The Shakespeare Theatre Company's version used all male actors, as they did in Shakespeare's time, as acting was too vile for a woman. I heard many people from the audience at intermission say it was "overacted," but in some ways, that is the point. 


Part of R 'n' J is comedy. It is a comedy of the absolute drama that accompanies adolescence. Indeed, the sillness that is romantic love in general. People in adult relationships realize that love ain't this dramatic. If yours is, congratulations, I think.


The serious note is that when this drama is taken to its end, it is because of the greater silliness which is violence, machismo, and the hatred adults hold against other adults for ridiculous reasons that even the involved parties can't remember.  In that, it has applicable lessons for our own time.


Top: Photo by Mrs. Rock, author's own collection. Bottom: Photo by Scott Suchman, Shakespeare Theatre Company Web site.
 

M-M-M-Myyyyyyy Verona!

I saw the Shakespeare Theatre Company's production of Romeo and Juliet (R 'n'J) last week when my mom was in town. It was interesting to see yet again something that you know so well. I took Shakespeare in college, and have read a great many of the plays, and have seen many on stage as well, but none do I know so well as R 'n'J. Why? It's because of a simple thing called puberty.


I was nothing short of obsessed with R 'n'J in middle school. First of all, reading Shakespeare was difficult and gave you an intellectual heft unheard of for most middle schoolers. Second, everyone knows that R 'n' J is the most absolutely totally romantic and passionate plays of, like, ALL TIME! Or, is it?


When I was 13, I had "reading" (which is an interesting class to have at 13--at that point, doesn't English class suffice?) with Miss Bruno. Miss Bruno was sooooo worldly and wonderful. She was young and hip but yet mature.  To think of it, she was probably under 25...which is frightening for me now, so we won't think about that. Miss Bruno bucked the system (sort of), and thus was a hero in the mind of pre-teen. She was an art student and teacher who wore long palazzo pants from the Limited (the height of sophisticated fashion), lacy shirts, and granny boots. It was in her class that we read Shakespeare. To be specific, R 'n' J. We memorized--without prompting--the balcony scene. In fact, the picture below is a picture of Mollie and me practicing (can I hear a "boy you're brave"? I mean look at that 'fro!). Mollie's holding up her copy of "The Complete Shakespeare. "We were planning to do a mini production of the play. I don't think it ever came to fruition. Mostly because the girls all wanted to be Juliet and as you can imagine, NO boys wanted to be ANYTHING.


ShakespearePractice


Miss Bruno showed us Franco Zefferelli's film version. She couldn't have been too against the system, because she stopped the tape and fast forwarded past the love scene/naked breasts. This caused us much chagrin because of course, that was one of, like, the MOST romantic and sexy scenes of them all. I think she eventually relented and showed us part of them being in bed, but no naked breasts. This of course completely removed any point of the whole thing for the boys.


I can still to this day recite the balcony scene "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo. Deny thy father and refuse thy name..." or at the very least say it along with the actors. Unlike the people who insist upon humming along with the opera [I'm talking to YOU old man beside me at La Traviata!!!} I resisted doing this.


03h_romeo_juliet The Shakespeare Theatre Company's version used all male actors, as they did in Shakespeare's time, as acting was too vile for a woman. I heard many people from the audience at intermission say it was "overacted," but in some ways, that is the point. 


Part of R 'n' J is comedy. It is a comedy of the absolute drama that accompanies adolescence. Indeed, the sillness that is romantic love in general. People in adult relationships realize that love ain't this dramatic. If yours is, congratulations, I think.


The serious note is that when this drama is taken to its end, it is because of the greater silliness which is violence, machismo, and the hatred adults hold against other adults for ridiculous reasons that even the involved parties can't remember.  In that, it has applicable lessons for our own time.


Top: Photo by Mrs. Rock, author's own collection. Bottom: Photo by Scott Suchman, Shakespeare Theatre Company Web site.
 

Mouse Insurgency: Day 10

Even after my elaborate mouse-catching get-up, no mouse has been caught. I added some Kraft 2% American Pasteurized Process Cheese Slice bits to the glue traps in hopes that would make them more attractive. Guess the mouse is a bit more of the brie type.

Mouse Insurgency: Day 10

Even after my elaborate mouse-catching get-up, no mouse has been caught. I added some Kraft 2% American Pasteurized Process Cheese Slice bits to the glue traps in hopes that would make them more attractive. Guess the mouse is a bit more of the brie type.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Mouse Fatwa Update

I have been informed today by officemates that DC mice are too "street" to go into covered traps.


Coworker: Oh, those never work.


Me: But they worked in Philly.


Coworker: Well, DC mice won't go into them.


So, it was no surprise when I came home and saw droppings but no dead mouse. Sigh. After several jittery nights at home, I've HAD it. I believe the horrid thing is living in my stove. I'm calling the landlord again tomorrow whether or not I catch it because the last thing I need is a chewed gas line. Ka-boom.


Therefore, I have gone against my "Cadillac only" policy, realizing sometimes a Honda will do, and have pulled out all available forces. I'm hoping this does it.   Here's one of my get ups.


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It consists of 2 shoe boxes, 2 of the Cadillac traps, and 2 glue traps. Additionally, one side of the stove is flanked with a traditional "Chevy Nova" snap trap. I have also set up 2 on one side of my sink where I found mouse poo.


I hope this does it. Die Mouse Die!

Mouse Fatwa Update

I have been informed today by officemates that DC mice are too "street" to go into covered traps.


Coworker: Oh, those never work.


Me: But they worked in Philly.


Coworker: Well, DC mice won't go into them.


So, it was no surprise when I came home and saw droppings but no dead mouse. Sigh. After several jittery nights at home, I've HAD it. I believe the horrid thing is living in my stove. I'm calling the landlord again tomorrow whether or not I catch it because the last thing I need is a chewed gas line. Ka-boom.


Therefore, I have gone against my "Cadillac only" policy, realizing sometimes a Honda will do, and have pulled out all available forces. I'm hoping this does it.   Here's one of my get ups.


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It consists of 2 shoe boxes, 2 of the Cadillac traps, and 2 glue traps. Additionally, one side of the stove is flanked with a traditional "Chevy Nova" snap trap. I have also set up 2 on one side of my sink where I found mouse poo.


I hope this does it. Die Mouse Die!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Death to the Mice

It's not often I can agree with a Muslim cleric. I can't believe I missed the news that a month ago, Sheikh Muhammad Munajid called for death to all mice, real and fictional. He "claimed the mouse is 'one of Satan's soldiers' and makes everything it touches impure." (See the full article at the Telegraph). I could not agree more. Also from the article "...he warned that depictions of the creature in cartoons such as Tom and Jerry, and Disney's Mickey Mouse, had taught children that it was in fact loveable."


RB00095Don't worry Mr. Munajid, I'm not fooled. Mickey drives me nuts, not in small part due to my extended family's fascination with all things Disney. And, frankly, I could do away with Tom and Jerry too if need be, though those guys crack me up. My real beef with mousedom, though, is the one in my apartment.


I saw one dash across my kitchen floor one evening. Hadn't seen it in a week and thus thought it met its demise. No. Evidence was provided yesterday--on my countertop--that proved that the mouse (I'm hoping singular) is alive and well and apparently partying it up while I'm at work and asleep.


I have no sympathy for the mouse. I hate it when people get all "Oh, catch them and set them free." What? And then drive it 400 miles to a field?  I'll reserve my sense of compassion for other creatures and occasions, thanks. I know it's one of God's creatures (or Satan's depending on who you ask), but so is mold. I don't want either in my living space.


My landlord, God love him, provided sticky traps and cheap wooden ones. I haven't the stomach to deal with either. I have acquired what I consider to be the Cadillac of mouse traps--the D Con Ultra Set mouse trap. So far, my faith in this trap has been tested. I have not yet caught it. At least not while the trap was on the floor. I have--gulp--moved the trap to the counter, hoping that will do the trick and hoping its friends aren't crashing on its sofa. 


I used these traps when I lived in a mouse-infested dorm room one summer in grad school. I caught EIGHT in less than a month. That was my first encounter with mice in my living space. The second was at my last office--where we also used these traps.


I am torn between desperately NOT wanting to see the mouse when I go home and wanting to have caught it. I guess I'll choose the latter. This is one of those occasions I wish I had a man around. Or at least a very butch woman. I'm pretty independent but mice give me the heebie jeebies.

Death to the Mice

It's not often I can agree with a Muslim cleric. I can't believe I missed the news that a month ago, Sheikh Muhammad Munajid called for death to all mice, real and fictional. He "claimed the mouse is 'one of Satan's soldiers' and makes everything it touches impure." (See the full article at the Telegraph). I could not agree more. Also from the article "...he warned that depictions of the creature in cartoons such as Tom and Jerry, and Disney's Mickey Mouse, had taught children that it was in fact loveable."


RB00095Don't worry Mr. Munajid, I'm not fooled. Mickey drives me nuts, not in small part due to my extended family's fascination with all things Disney. And, frankly, I could do away with Tom and Jerry too if need be, though those guys crack me up. My real beef with mousedom, though, is the one in my apartment.


I saw one dash across my kitchen floor one evening. Hadn't seen it in a week and thus thought it met its demise. No. Evidence was provided yesterday--on my countertop--that proved that the mouse (I'm hoping singular) is alive and well and apparently partying it up while I'm at work and asleep.


I have no sympathy for the mouse. I hate it when people get all "Oh, catch them and set them free." What? And then drive it 400 miles to a field?  I'll reserve my sense of compassion for other creatures and occasions, thanks. I know it's one of God's creatures (or Satan's depending on who you ask), but so is mold. I don't want either in my living space.


My landlord, God love him, provided sticky traps and cheap wooden ones. I haven't the stomach to deal with either. I have acquired what I consider to be the Cadillac of mouse traps--the D Con Ultra Set mouse trap. So far, my faith in this trap has been tested. I have not yet caught it. At least not while the trap was on the floor. I have--gulp--moved the trap to the counter, hoping that will do the trick and hoping its friends aren't crashing on its sofa. 


I used these traps when I lived in a mouse-infested dorm room one summer in grad school. I caught EIGHT in less than a month. That was my first encounter with mice in my living space. The second was at my last office--where we also used these traps.


I am torn between desperately NOT wanting to see the mouse when I go home and wanting to have caught it. I guess I'll choose the latter. This is one of those occasions I wish I had a man around. Or at least a very butch woman. I'm pretty independent but mice give me the heebie jeebies.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Manic Monday

Mousetrap I'm going to take a moment to just plain ol' complain to whoever will listen. First, Mondays are always pointless, as far as I can tell. I get nothing done, and before I know it, it's the end of the day. I came home early and alas, discovered the tire I got "fixed" this weekend was flat. Great. I haven't been feeling well, either--too much to go into here, but it isn't helping matters. When I get to my doorstep, there are some packs of mousetraps on my welcome mat. Hardly a welcome. Everyone had them. This seems like a weird strategy--wouldn't you want to give tenants mousetraps AFTER they've seen a mouse. Someone may have one, but it's not really useful to have a bunch of mousetraps set all over the place. I have to call my landlord tomorrow. Anyway, thanks for listening!

Manic Monday

Mousetrap I'm going to take a moment to just plain ol' complain to whoever will listen. First, Mondays are always pointless, as far as I can tell. I get nothing done, and before I know it, it's the end of the day. I came home early and alas, discovered the tire I got "fixed" this weekend was flat. Great. I haven't been feeling well, either--too much to go into here, but it isn't helping matters. When I get to my doorstep, there are some packs of mousetraps on my welcome mat. Hardly a welcome. Everyone had them. This seems like a weird strategy--wouldn't you want to give tenants mousetraps AFTER they've seen a mouse. Someone may have one, but it's not really useful to have a bunch of mousetraps set all over the place. I have to call my landlord tomorrow. Anyway, thanks for listening!

Fantastic Handmade Handbags

I don't think I ever blogged about my friend Valerie's fabulous handbags. Valerie is the owner of a company Holland Cox, which she named after her grandmother. She creates bags from original designs and has an impeccable eye for great fabric combinations. I think this Fall's new colorways are some of the best! I own a few already, and just ordered another (and have another one that I'm still deciding on). The craftsmanship on them are as perfect as the colors, believe me. For example, if I were to sew a bag, it would look "homemade" in a cute, kindergarten kind of way. That is SO not the case here!


She creates limited quantities of her bags, so that each is unique and unlikely to be seen carried by someone else on the Metro. You can find different styles and colors at a cool bricks and mortar showroom Dekka on U Street in DC, a collaborative effort with several local indie designers, as well as on her web site. She is also the writer at one of my regularly-checked out blogs, Insatiable Need.


Here are a few of my fall favorites:


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 Dis_wristlet_sugarandspice   


D_midtown     


Dis_envelope_gograin


Check them out! (And buy!)

Fantastic Handmade Handbags

I don't think I ever blogged about my friend Valerie's fabulous handbags. Valerie is the owner of a company Holland Cox, which she named after her grandmother. She creates bags from original designs and has an impeccable eye for great fabric combinations. I think this Fall's new colorways are some of the best! I own a few already, and just ordered another (and have another one that I'm still deciding on). The craftsmanship on them are as perfect as the colors, believe me. For example, if I were to sew a bag, it would look "homemade" in a cute, kindergarten kind of way. That is SO not the case here!


She creates limited quantities of her bags, so that each is unique and unlikely to be seen carried by someone else on the Metro. You can find different styles and colors at a cool bricks and mortar showroom Dekka on U Street in DC, a collaborative effort with several local indie designers, as well as on her web site. She is also the writer at one of my regularly-checked out blogs, Insatiable Need.


Here are a few of my fall favorites:


Dis_envelope_askingmeout     


 Dis_wristlet_sugarandspice   


D_midtown     


Dis_envelope_gograin


Check them out! (And buy!)

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Attempts at Healing the Past

I read a touching account of a Rwandan woman at My Marrakesh. Her experience was horrifying--in a way words probably can't accurately capture. It's a continual reminder of the evil in the world--indeed, in human nature. (I am not trying to sound like Sarah Palin here...). I made a donation to the organization she mentions. It's a drop in the bucket to throw money at an issue and hope for the best...but it's a start.

Attempts at Healing the Past

I read a touching account of a Rwandan woman at My Marrakesh. Her experience was horrifying--in a way words probably can't accurately capture. It's a continual reminder of the evil in the world--indeed, in human nature. (I am not trying to sound like Sarah Palin here...). I made a donation to the organization she mentions. It's a drop in the bucket to throw money at an issue and hope for the best...but it's a start.

Tip of the Day: Microfiber on a Budget

My car is back--fixed after having 2 nails removed from the 2 front tires. (My dad suspects foul play, but I suspect bad road conditions).




Microfiber As I was folding laundry, I thought I'd share a find with you. You know those microfiber cleaning cloths everyone sells and that place like Real Simple magazine talks about? Well, I have a good source for them: the dollar store. I bought one a long time ago that I continue to use. I don't go to the dollar store often, but have kept my eye out for them again. This time, I did not find the cleaning cloths but DID find face cloths. When you're cleaning the toilet: who cares! The price is right.


I use one cloth for my weekly normal cleaning (keep in mind I have a 1-br apartment!). I start with the glass, which they do really well. I then clean bathroom tile and fixtures (the chrome really shines), ending with the toilet.


When I compare that to the NUMEROUS paper towels I'd have to use, I feel like using these is less wasteful, AND the cloths do a better job!


I still use old t-shirts/undies (yes, I use old undies) as cleaning rags, but these do really great. Especially for shining things up. Keep an eye out!

Tip of the Day: Microfiber on a Budget

My car is back--fixed after having 2 nails removed from the 2 front tires. (My dad suspects foul play, but I suspect bad road conditions).




Microfiber As I was folding laundry, I thought I'd share a find with you. You know those microfiber cleaning cloths everyone sells and that place like Real Simple magazine talks about? Well, I have a good source for them: the dollar store. I bought one a long time ago that I continue to use. I don't go to the dollar store often, but have kept my eye out for them again. This time, I did not find the cleaning cloths but DID find face cloths. When you're cleaning the toilet: who cares! The price is right.


I use one cloth for my weekly normal cleaning (keep in mind I have a 1-br apartment!). I start with the glass, which they do really well. I then clean bathroom tile and fixtures (the chrome really shines), ending with the toilet.


When I compare that to the NUMEROUS paper towels I'd have to use, I feel like using these is less wasteful, AND the cloths do a better job!


I still use old t-shirts/undies (yes, I use old undies) as cleaning rags, but these do really great. Especially for shining things up. Keep an eye out!