The infamous event...

And the terror itself is an example of the world's uncontrollability.
Ulrich Beck

My fear of some things is completely irrational. Take for instance, would it be rational to be afraid of a mammal that is approximately 1100 times smaller than I? The answer is--no. Would it be rational to say that I'm about 1100 times smarter? Well, of course it would be. Then why in the world am I afraid of such an intruder into my life? The answer is totally irrational. The answer is--because. That's it--just because. These creatures are opportunists. They don't hunt--they steal. That's offensive enough. But, they will bring the whole family too, so that all can enjoy warmth and the food they steal. Oh, did I mention, they don't use the bathroom facilities. If they need to "go" it will be right where they are (how rude). They don't wipe their feet either and they harbor all sorts of diseases.

The rest of the story...
I baked some cookies for my honey. I took them out of the oven. He enjoyed few and then left the rest on the glass cook top. I then became hungry for cornbread. I made a good ole southern cornbread (w/o flour) with cheese and baked in an iron skillet. After it was baked, I immediately enjoyed a slice. It was so good, I went back for seconds. As I was eating, my Sweetie-pie entered the kitchen and said, "Well, I'll be damned--a mouse." I nearly choked and immediately became hysterical. I had to throw away the cookies and the cornbread. There was a MOUSE in my kitchen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The nerve of that animal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was without a clue as to what to do. That type of behavior, for me, is very unusual. I can usually react appropriately to almost any emergency situation. In this situation, I was a complete buffoon. It was a true blonde moment. Ken went to the store and bought those sticky trap things but they didn't work. Can't say as I blame the mouse, I wouldn't eat that crap either.

So, I went about my business the next day with some trepidation. I began to prepare dinner and behind the control panel of the stove, I SAW HIS TAIL!!!!!! My immediate return to hysteria began. My knight in shining armor appeared and decided to set a mouse trap. He loaded it with cheese and in less than a minute the trap worked. Death to the intruder. My Hero slayed him!!!!!!!!!!! The babbling moron (me) began to return to normal. Though, the question still remains. After such moronic behavior, is normal possible for me?

Persistance.......

...if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9
How many time have I begun a project and then grown tired of it and quit. I must confess; it is more than I would like to admit. So begins my resolution for the year. I will begin not another project until all of the ones I have begun are finished. Can you believe it? I am still not finished with the bathroom. Oh, cleverly, I have blamed it on the busy-ness of the holiday season but, no more excuses. Clearly, Paul, in the above scripture, is speaking of good works--continuing in them so as to reap a good harvest. But these wise word can be used everyday for the smallest of things. Mohammad Ali, the greatest boxer, wisely said, "The will must be stronger than the skill." Well, that's where I am today. My "New Year's resolution is to use my skills wisely and with persistance. I must bounce back or run the risk of "drying out and becomming brittle." Happy New Year....