Some Resolutions for All to See

I made some vague resolutions at the turn of the new year such as "be more awesome."  That was pretty much the only one, and I don't even know what I meant by it.  I guess that means I fail already.  :(  A couple days ago I started coming up with a pretty good list though.  Most of my good resolutions are to finish things I started a long while ago.  Allow me to share... 

1.)  Finish Bioshock.  I've played through it one and a half times already, but when I got my new Xbox 360, my profile was corrupted during the file transfer, so I have to start EVERYTHING over again.  I'm already two thirds through this run, so I can definitely finish this! 

2.)  Finish the blanket I started crocheting last summer.  Finish it by the end of February.  I will finally be warm just in time for spring to come.  -.- 

3.)  Play Dragon Age and the expansion.  I have not done this, and I would like to since the sequel is coming out this year and I want to keep on top of the video game scene. 

4.)  Finish the latchhooking project I started ten years ago.  Lord.  It's been fun, but I finished the colored parts and doing just white made it really boring. 

5.)  Give Carla the silly hat I made.  I regret that hat.  It's a waste of yarn unless it warms someone's head.  It haunts my dreams, it really does. 

6.)  Send Jerms some cookies, since he is my official taste tester.  (My other blog!) 

7.)  Finish the Eon sequels.  Eon is a good book, by the way, by Greg Bear.  It's a sci-fi novel with some heavy and vague yet easy to understand quantum physics going on in it. 

8.)  Read every book I own that I haven't read yet. 

9.)  Play every video game I own. 

10.)  Save money for new video games. 

11.)  Maybe write something funny once in a while.  Sorry.  :/ 

This was my favorite joke when I was younger (and may be my favorite joke now, too): 
There were three mice in a house, and they each decided to spend the night in a different area of the house.  The first mouse said, "I'll sleep in the basement," so he did.  The second mouse said, "I'll sleep in the kitchen sink," so he did.  The third mouse said, "I'll sleep in the toilet," so he did.  The next morning they all met up again to talk about their night.  The first mouse, who slept in the basement, said, "I had a good night, but I got cold."  The second mouse said, "I had a good night, but I got wet."  The third mouse said, "Oh, I had a TERRIBLE night!  First it rained, then it thundered, then a log hit me!" 

Harharharharhar!  Get it?! 

Mice

I went to visit my parents this week to get the remainder of my belongings. As you may recall from my post about cows mooing, my parents live in a semi-rural area, definitely remote. The cows across the road moo, the foxes have babies under the deck, the rabbits monchmonch the birdseed that the birds drop off the porch, and the field mice find ways into the house. The mice usually try their tricks to get in and around at night, as they are nocturnal. And of course this is when the house is most quiet, so our two German shorthair pointers can hear them, and being pointers, want to hunt them. Lucy is a purebread, and also an idiot, so she was going the most nuts over the mice. She would not give up the search for that furry rodent, even after its last appearance over an hour ago.



After I had already gone to bed, I could still hear the pitter patter of Lucy's little claws on the hardwood floor as she paced between the window and the buffet table that the mouse had disappeared under. This made me a little apprehensive... Where did the mouse go if not out of the table and into Lucy's mouth and claws? Might it have had a hole somewhere under there where it could roam to any other part of the house? I was wrought with terror as I lay awake in the hardly-ever-used-and-thus-dusty guest bed.


Could mice climb walls? What if there was one on the bed right now? What if one fell from the ceiling and onto my face? Should I open my eyes and brave what horrors I might find? Or should I keep them shut and put the tiny claws to every itch and scratch I felt on myself? I was afraid of both sides.


There is no resolution to this story. Who knows if mice were actually crawling on my face? All I know is that I'm just happy to have my own bed back.