Jun. 15, 2009
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The Ant Whisperer and Me
I'm slightly embarrassed by my lack of blogging on my very own, personal blog. It's not that nothing has happened that I couldn't have blogged about. It's more that once I had time to blog it, I had forgotten what I wanted to blog. Tonight I made myself remember, but I don't think it's going to be as good as I had it in my head when I actually knew what I was talking about.
This past weekend my family went camping and we had a lot of fun, despite the alarming start to the trip. Dear Man was going through the pre-check of de-winterization for our motorhome, and checking for any leaks that may have occurred due to lines cracking. He asked me if the kitchen sink was running and it was so he asked me to turn it off as it checked good. Right up to the very point that I grabbed the faucet it worked fine. The faucet came off in my hand and water gushed up from the deep. I hollered, Dear Man hollered, and Kekoa laughed himself silly at out hollering antics. My brain did a complete freeze when Dear Man hollered for me to turn the water pump off. I've done this dozens of times before, but all of a sudden, I couldn't remember where the switch was! Catastrophy finally came to a stand-still, and we journeyed on our merry way, with a quick stop at the RV store to buy a new faucet.
Now, what made this trip special was that we had made our motorhome ready to take our cat, Mouse, with us. We weren't too sure what she would think of this brilliant idea, but we had high hopes and it worked out beautifully! Mouse didn't care much for the actual traveling portion of the trip but she doesn't meow very loud and she mainly just looked wildly startled. Once camped however, she enjoyed herself immensely. We enjoyed her!
Now, my son, Cheeko loves to play in the dirt. He doesn't just play in it, he tosses it around and over his head. He also likes ants and tends them by putting them in a big rubbermaid box and dragging them about the property relocating them. Any displaced ants from his dirt storms are lovingly cared for in his giant ant farm. Interestingly Cheeko never gets bit. When he was little if he got bit by an ant the area would swell great huge and cause me all kinds of barely controlled panic. I've wondered if somehow he's become immune to ant bites now, like those people who milk snakes or something. Anyway, we call Cheeko "The Ant Whisperer."
So, Cheeko loves his dirt and his ants, and he tosses it all to the wind and sits underneath it. This is how he spends his days, rain or shine. Okay, on rainy days he just makes sure the ants aren't drowning, but he's still squatting in the dirt.
This weekend we went camping, as I stated earlier, and we spent a great deal of time at the pool. (Not camping in the woods camping, camping at a resort, kind of camping.) Cheeko had gobs of fun in the pool pretending to be The Flying Dutchman from the Pirates movies. He'd go under the water and then burst to the surface. He can't swim a lick but the boy can pop up and down better than a Naval submarine.
He came home cleaner than he's been in months. He helped get everything inside the house, and then he promptly headed out to check on his ants and toss dirt. Dear Man said being that clean must have disturbed Cheeko's equal liberium or something. I could only sigh and watch my hopes for one day of being dirt free fly south west per the direction of the wind.
So, that's the latest news from the sagerat den.
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Jun. 17, 2009
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Jun. 20, 2009
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