A week or two ago, I was sitting in the living room working on my computer and Mark was doing something in another room, when I heard a little tinkering sound coming from the kitchen. Confused, knowing that Mark wasn't in the kitchen, I leaned forward on the couch to peak in, and to my surprise, there was a mouse on the stove, eating my freshly baked chocolate chip cookies! If you look really closely, you can see his little nose peaking out from the stove.

This is the trap we used to catch him :). We used PB and chocolate, after discovering that our mice [the two of them] were chocoholics. They didn't respond to the PB alone, but after finding a piece of chocolate had been eaten out of my purse, we put a piece of chocolate on the traps and got em within a few hours!

This is Brooke, a girl I mentor, and her boyfriend, Patrick. We took them out to dinner and they ordered the largest calzone I've ever seen.

Mark watching the olympics. Yep...that's a 4" TV he's watching. It didn't last too long. We eventually went and bought a 20" for the very purpose of watching the Olympics. There's a good chance it will go back when they're over. Yay for 60 day return policies.

This is what I did to Mark's parents' new stove on Friday. Little did I know she stored a plastic dish wash bin in her stove. I didn't even think to look inside before pre-heating - my parents never stored anything in their stove [marriage lesson!]. So, needless to say, Mark and I spent our Friday afternoon cleaning plastic out of the stove, and it is looking good as new. The house smelled a little peculiar for a bit, but luckily they are gracious people and there was no long-term damage.

Grizzley Man

Mark and I watched this intriguing documentary on Timothy Treadwell, a troubled actor who took up life in Alaska with the Grizzley's for 13 summers. I was going to write a post, but Christin Taylor beat me to it, and said it so well, I'll let you read her thoughts instead. They mirror my own, and she is a fantastic writer!

The Road Less Traveled

Robert Frost Version

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference


Gizoogle.com Version

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry i could not travel both
and be one travella, long i stood
and looked dizzle one as far as i could
to where it biznent in tha undergrowth;

then took tha brotha as just as fair,
and hav'n perhaps tha betta claim,
coz it was grassy n wanted wear;
though as fo` tizzle tha pass'n there
had worn them really `bout tha same,

and B-to-tha-izzoth that morn'n equally lay
in leaves no S-T-to-tha-izzep had trodden black.
oh, i kizzy tha first fo` anotha day!
yet know'n how way leads on ta wizzle
i doubted if i should ever come back.

i shall be tell'n this witta S-to-tha-izzigh
somewhere ages n ages hence thats off tha hook yo:
two roads diverged in a wood, n i--
i took tha one less traveled by,
and tizzy has made all tha difference.

DISCLAIMER: This sighte can be really funny, but at times could be offensive in the way they word their "textilizers." Just wanted to throw that out there.