Coco Cacophony

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A few months ago my brother spotted a mouse at work. (Well, not at work, but rather at the location of where we work. Actually, he might have been working; I really don’t know.)  After a 15 minute chase, he was cornered into an office, and frankly, his future didn’t look promising. I convinced my brother to let me do the humane (and possibly mousane) thing, and drop him off at a field on my way home from work.

On my way home, plans changed.  It has just snowed 10″, and I became concerned he wouldn’t adapt to the harsh environment. That night, my wife and I bought some supplies to keep him comfortable though the winter.  He immediately took residence in the Tiki Hut, and has rarely shown his face.  We won’t see him for weeks at a time, and only then after long waits in silence.

When we do clean his cage, he’s forced to acknowledge us, which he does with a look of contempt I never thought possible from a mouse.  He hates us with every ounce/gram of his being.  He gives us a long, unblinking stare, while ever-so-slowly shaking his head.

We’ve grown quite attached to Óðinn, but don’t know if keeping him caged is in his best interest.  Will he survive in the wild after being provided an endless supply of mouse food, sunflower seeds and yogurt treats?  Would he be happier in a much larger cage (a “Mouse Valhalla”)?

By the way, we’re aware of the health issues concerning a feral mouse (specifically Hantavirus) and take precautions when cleaning his cage.

Today it snowed a crapload of crappy snow. Bri had to leave early, and she has the only 4 wheel drive car, so I was stuck at home until someone from work could come and pick me up. I felt like an idiot showing up to work 3 hours late, so I fired everyone.

I bought a frickin’ sweet video camera 2 weeks ago, but I haven’t yet been able to figure out how to make a DVD I can watch on my TV. I’m pissed. I hate reading manuals, especially when they have a lot of words and not a lot of photos. I’d much rather play Ghost Recon than read a manual. In fact, I’d pretty much rather play GR than do almost anything. Especially more than typing a blog than NO ONE HAS YET LEFT A COMMENT ON! Maybe I need to improve my content… if only someone would comment on what I need to do to get comments.

Bri, funny funny Bri. Since she’s in the beauty industry, she has all these friends who are make-up, nail, massage, etc. specialists. Today, she got up super early to be a make-up model for some training classes, or something like that. After the class she calls me all freaking out. Apparently, she has something like 2 lbs of makeup on her face, and looks something like a hybrid of Gene Simmons and Tammy Faye. Frickin’ Hot!

Speaking of beauty, I’m growing my hair out long. It’s at the in-between point where I’m getting super annoyed with it always poking my eyes, so I have to use a lot of hair products to maintain my sexy self. Since Bri has a gajillion hair products, I’m slowly making my way through all the brands. One brand sticks out above all the other ones- Sebastian. Dude, their stuff rocks! From their hairspray to their texturizing foam, they kick my ass every single time, and I LOVE IT!

Does anyone drink green tea? That stuffs the shiznit. I’m drinking it right now and I already feel my body surrendering to it’s countless anti-oxidants, phenolics and catechins. Aahhhhh.