Once again I can't remember if I have written about this or not, but I found this great web site. It is called Shadowscapes. It is filled with the artwork (mostly watercolors, I believe) of a woman named Stephanie Pui-Mun Law. She does these wonderful paintings of Angels, Fairies and other things.
All of her work is copy written, but she allows people to use it as long as they put the copywrite and her name on the work. For instance, I wrote to her and told her I really liked the detail of one of her paintings and asked if I could use it for an email signature (it is the piece that the site opens to) with my name in the center of the artwork. She said that would be fine as long as I followed her copywrite instructions on her FAQ page. Here is the piece with my name added to it for my email signature.
It is hard to get it to a good size for a signature and still be able to see how pretty it is. The other thing is that she doesn't want you to distort the picture when you are resizing it. Anyway, if you like pictures of Angels or Fairies, this is a real good site to go to.
So this morning I awoke to "Jill, Jill...he's back." I think to myself "oh chit", because that can only mean one thing. Fat Freddy.
For the new folks to my journal, the story of Fat Freddy begins on November 29th. There are several entries about Fat Freddy, I believe the last one is one December 6th. It is an amusing little story you may want to read.
So back to this morning. The ol' man was getting ready for work and he went out to the kitchen to grab his cup (this "cup" holds a whole pot) of coffee to take to work. Apparently at some point Fat Freddy got tired of hiding under the toe kick of the kitchen cabinets. That's when he made his run for it.
He took off for the living room and the ol' man spotted him. I wish I could have seen his face (especially after the bathroon sink incident, lol). How many of ya wanna bet he jumped a few inched and made a little squeal? The ol' man, not the mouse! LOL
Well, I kind of figured that after getting caught all those times in the sticky traps by the freeze that Fat Freddy had either found a new hiding place or left our little hotel for a friendlier one. Unfortunately, he chose to just look for a new hiding spot. This time it is behind my antique buffet, which probably weighs at least 150 pounds.
Well, we were not going to move that old thing at 6:30 in the morning. So we went and grabbed the big, mean, snapping RAT traps. There is one blocking the front door (right side) and one blocking the back door (left side) of the buffet.
I don't know where the ol' man wanted to put the third one he had out, but he dropped it and he had to reset it. Well, the old fella didn't have his glasses on, so I had to help him. $@^ %& @ $!#%& let go of the thing and it snapped on my fingers. That really freaking hurt! It was almost an hour ago and my thumb, where it got me good, is still sore.
All I know is we had better catch more than just my poor little fingers in those traps. The ol' man said that Freddy is getting real big. I think we need to get him and put an end to his weight gain. The poor little fella will end up obese and all the other lil' mouses will make fun of him.
I keep looking over at my buffet and listening, trying to see if I can hear the lil' booger. What am I going to do if I hear the trap snap? I am NOT picking that thing up! With my luck, that fat lil' so-and-so would march our and hand me the trap with a disgusted look on his face.
Yeah, well I can guarantee it isn't apple seeds he is leaving behind my buffet! Ewwwww!
Well, ya'll have a wonderful Wednesday. I will be busy cleaning and listening for the "SNAP" of a mouse trap, lol.
PS~Is this font looking real teeny tiny to everyone else? I keep trying to make sure it is on size 12, but it just looks itsy bitsy to me. No smartazz remarks about age!
Quick Addition: I have to add this on here, I was going through my comments and checking out other journals when I came across this in Lahomas Laments. She had an address where you could send Christmas cards to soldiers recovering from injuries. What a wonderful idea! But why not send one or two cards every week, just to let them know we care about them and appreciate their service? Anyone with me? Here is the address:
A Recovering American Soldier
c/O Walter Reed Army Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue, NW
Washington, DC 20307-5001