Join Me in Snarkville

especially when you don’t fall asleep until 2am.  URGH, how I hate that.

Yes, I tried to go to sleep earlier — In fact, I was blurry with sleep from 10pm forward.  I could not push mysef over into the world of sleep.  And I blame this bird. (more…)

Did you know that rain was falling from the sky in Snarkville?  Oh yes, it is.  Seems that winter has finally hit and the TV stations are a twitter, what with all the sky falling and badness.  But this isn’t about the rain falling from the sky — this is about Frankenhouse. (more…)

The saga of Frankenhouse and the garden continues.  In this week’s installment, I offer you the fact that we add to the ‘charms’ of this lovely, overgrown, rose bush (with all the thorns) blooming, pollen overload, hummingbird loving outdoor living area that we have moles.

Oh, yes, at least we think that they are moles.  I’m hoping for moles — not that it makes it any easier to get rid of them, but for some reason in my little brain moles are handleable and not nearly as gross and scary as say “sand burrowing mice,” ok? (more…)

I see in comments a few ideas, allow me to assure you that most of them have been considered and rejected for a number of reasons.

1. A compact fluorescent?  Oh yes that seems like a PERFECT idea.  Except it appears that the shape of the sconce and it’s size doesn’t allow for the slightly larger fluorescent bulb.  I’m assuming that the sconce is circa 1975 or maybe mid-80’s, but it is made for approzimately a bulb the size you put in your fridge or oven.

2. A suction cup on a stick?  Interesting idea, do they make them to grab bulbs that are upside down inside a sconce? I wish this was a can light at the top of the stairs, but alas it is not.  It is a real live sconce where you shove the bulb deep inside it.

3. A larger ladder?  That’s actually not the solution as we have a 20′ extension ladder.  The light is positioned directly above the 3rd and 4th steps (give ot take 20+ feet).  The right ladder for the job would be a ladder that is made for stairs, one where one leg can made longer than the other.  However, we go back to those ladders aren’t cheap and we don’t own this house. (more…)

Oh yes, today’s installment is brought to you by the letter q* and the on going theme in our house….”It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

*A direct result of WAY too much Sesame Street. (more…)

In case you are EVER in this situation, allow me to share with you the basics of potty repair.

1. Short of cracking the tank or the bowl, you do NOT need to worry that the potty can not be repaired or will have to be replaced.  (This is important when the handle comes off in your mate’s hand and your understanding response is “I hope it can be fixed.”)
2. The actual mechanics of a potty are REALLY simple, and do not be shocked to find out that it may be held together with plastic and something that looks like a paperclip. (more…)

May no else’s morning begin like this:

1. Wake-up in total denial that it is morning.
2. Slowly pry your eyeballs open while wondering if it would be possible to stay in bed all day.
3. Curse the fact that the TV and the lights are on.
4. Feel the call of nature and decide that is the ONLY reason you will get out of bed and you are COMING.RIGHT.BACK.
5. Sit and do your thing.
6. Reach to touch the shiny silver handle.
7. Push down and feel something snap.
8. Realize that the handle isn’t magically popping back up like it is supposed to.
9. Curse.
10. Stare at husband blankly.
11. Realize that your day will involve you going to Lowe’s and talking to someone in the plumbing department.

I’d drink more coffee, but I fear it may compound my problem.

As far as I can remember, I prefer to sleep with the windows open.  I love the fresh air, the gentle noises, the smells of the outside while I sleep.  I also love that when it is actually possible to sleep with the windows open it isn’t ever too hot or too cold.

Since Prince and I’ve been married, we’ve had a huge difference of opinion over the openness of the windows.  You see one of our first apartments had a lovely view of a major highway, and the noise with the windows closed was horrible, so nope, never open.  Then we moved to the ‘country’ to a small community and I though SURELY I’d get the open windows I loved.  Oh, but NO, it seemed that the school bus came through too early or the geese swaked too loudly for Prince’s delicate ears.  (more…)