Excuse me, there is a mouse humping our chicken

My friends, Bill and Kim, recently gifted me with a lovely present. It was in honor of a weekend spent at Bill’s cabin in Robbinsville with my mayoral campaign staff, i.e., Heather, Ben, Rocket, Alli, David, Murphy, Susan, McLure, and Pickles.

We had a high time feasting on great munchies and cold adult beverages. Granted, it was a little like the Griswolds going camping. However, it wasn’t as bad as when a friend brought a bottle of Woolite with her to the cabin. Who packs Woolite for a weekend at a cabin in the woods? I know I should with a nickname like Bullseye but why bother.

Our resident chef, David, had prepared some lovely little birds ala beer (one domestic and one import) butt chicken for our evening repast. We were sitting on the deck enjoying our fine meal and the setting sun when Heather lets out this high pitched shriek. A mouse had jumped out of the cabinet and landed on one of the chickens. I’m sure that poor little woodland creature was thinking, “Thank you Jesus, I have just hit the mother load.”

Being the kind person she is, Heather implored Ben to catch it and move it away from the cabin. I, on the other hand, was advocating a swift death for defiling the chicken. Ben caught the little scamper and carted it off to the island that is near the cabin.

Last fall I went back out to the cabin after telling Bill that I would not sleep or step foot in it again until it was completely and totally cleared of any and all varmits. He and Kim had worked most of the year repainting, new floor, new appliances, and cleaning out all the cabinets. No varmits or tell-tale signs of varmits were in or around the cabin. I don’t mind the “around the cabin” signs. I just don’t want to wake up next to a skunk, squirrel, hedgehog, or such while there. After I related the story of the mouse humping the chicken for Bill and Kim’s entertainment, this is what I got for a present.

There is an on/off switch on the bottom of the mug. The mouse will twirl its tail around while kicking its legs at the same time making theses slurping, drinking noises then caps it all off with a big old trucker burp. This leads me to believe that this was the same reaction by the cabin mouse. A big old trucker burp for all the chicken he managed to gobble down before Ben dropped him on the island.

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Smile for the camera

More New Year’s Eve pictures

Profile in Courage

Frick and Frack or Frack and Frick

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Party like it is 1999,

Once again, I spent New Year’s eve with fun friends. I am going to let the pictures speak for me.

our Miss Mills visiting and having fun

susan looking for the flack's hidden liquor

don't even ask what this is all about

Allifred kicking our asses in Wii bowling

dark side of the moon

yes Mom, I'm drinking buttermilk not wine...yeah right

deep fried balls of cornmeal and onion....yummmmm

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Funny quotes from the Huddle House

Here’s a collection of great Isaac quotes from Christmas.

While he and his dad were playing with his Indiana Jones Legos, Isaac kept telling Terry he was putting the Legos together wrong. I told Terry that his construction site had a very strict foreman, Isaac replied, “Well, I am the master Lego instructor.”

He told Mom he wanted to lay in bed and watch Toy Store 3 while she fixed our favorite breakfast. After the favorite breakfast, he proclaimed this little nugget, “I think I over exploded my stomach.”

The last one was when he got his pocket knives from the grandparents. He held them up and exclaimed, “I feel like a big boy. I feel 10 years old.” I guess 10 years old is the age to aspire to when you are only 8. Dad also gave him an old knife with a very dull and slightly rusted blade. It was a farm knife – only for the farm, no taking it to church or to school. Wise words to live by. At dinner later that day, he asked me if he could cut his ham with his pocket knife. I am such a killjoy. “No, under no circumstance are you to ever cut your food with your rusty, dirty farm knife.”

Isaac informed everyone he knows why a pocket knife is called a pocket knife. Hold on to your hats. I’m sure this may shock or astound you. You put your knife in your pocket and that is why it is called a pocket knife. Amazing. I am sure he is Mensa material . (not really, just very entertaining)

Now for one of the best commercial heard on the local radio station near Murphy.

“Huddle house, new owners, new menu”

Does the Huddle House now offer a nice arugula salad or stuffed leg of lamb with balsamic reduction.” How many ways can you make hash browns or eggs?

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2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

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The Blog-Health-o-Meterâ„¢ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,700 times in 2010. That’s about 6 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 68 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 91 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 127mb. That’s about 2 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was August 10th with 74 views. The most popular post that day was Pants.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were chasingthebreadtruck.wordpress.com, ssomail.charter.net, highlandstreet.wordpress.com, mail.yahoo.com, and facebook.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for weaverfin, weaverfin blog, wet panties, jemaine, and friends.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Pants August 2010
4 comments and 2 Likes on WordPress.com

2

Some days I really love my job November 2010
16 comments

3

Frodo September 2010
7 comments

4

Devil Egg October 2010
13 comments

5

Gardening to the World Cup July 2010
5 comments

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Happy Birthday

raised your jelly jar and toast Heather

Today’s snippet is geared toward wishing Heather happy birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day. I can’t wait for us to get together so that we can celebrate you.

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Greetings from Murphoi

Merry Christmas.

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