Monthly Archives: July 2015

House Mouse: Mouse in House

For about a week now, I’ve been trying to catch this tiny, adorable mouse that’s been hanging out in my room. Early this morning, I saw it and chased it around my room until I caught it. Since it was two in the morning, I wasn’t going to let it go, so I went downstairs to get my aquarium that I keep the rats in when I’m cleaning their cages.

I startled another mouse. I had a feeling there were two mice in my house. Unfortunately I was unable to catch it and decided that I’d try to catch it another day.

Right now “Mousy” is in the aquarium. It’s desperately been trying to get out. I’m debating on if I’m going to let it go (running the chance of it coming back) or if I’m going to keep it as a pet. We’ll see…

Sorry for such a short post. I’m not feeling all that well today. I think the constant change in temperature is going to result in me getting a summer cold. Blah.

So, until next time enjoy life, liberty, and the pursuit of cheesiness.

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This Blogger is Back!!!!

It’s been a long time, I know. I had to take a few months off from blogging because life got pretty rough there for awhile. Instead of episodes of depression, I had brief episodes where I wasn’t as depressed. I became suicidal and even planned out a way of killing myself. Due to financial issues, my job went from full time to part time meaning I lost my benefits, salary, and was making half of what I was making. My husband? Well let’s just say he wasn’t helping. Due to his depression issues I stopped even wanting to be around him because I felt worse. Something had to give…

My husband and I are separated and soon to be divorced (he took the big dogs and I kept the three little ones). I resigned from my job and am now looking for another. Though I still have down times, I have been having more up times. Though not sure of my future, I know that things will turn out okay. Basically, I’ve been feeling better.

Anyway, I don’t want to bore you with my depression story. Depression is a part of my life.

Speaking of a part of my life, I have a new lap dog. She’s a Jack Russell mix named Luna. I adopted her from the animal shelter here in town. She was so scared the first week or so that I brought her home. Every time I reached to pet her she’d roll over on her back and pee. I didn’t think she’d ever really warm up to me.

Then one day she decided that she was home and her whole personality changed. She started jumping up to get my attention and barking at me. All of this made me realize that she was part Jack Russell. Now it feels like I’ve had her for her whole life. She’s one of the girls…she’s one of my babies.

The only male in the house is Kieran, my male rat. He doesn’t seem to notice. As long as he gets fed every day and I talk to him from time to time, he seems pretty content with life. For the time being, he will probably be the only male in my life for awhile and that’s fine with me.

I’ve missed writing on the blog, but for awhile there I just couldn’t bring myself to write. Even though writing has always been my therapy, I just couldn’t. I couldn’t bear to burden all of you with my problems and I would feel like I was lying if I didn’t address it. So, I just decided to take some time off. I hope I’m back for good.

For those who are still subscribed to my blog, I appreciate you sticking with me. Love you all.

And remember, keep your head up and your tongue hanging out. Good times are on the horizon!