since im sure i will have a lot of followers soon and you will all want to know what i look like, i will post this. because its very accurate to what i look like now. and kelly. and jake. and our hair

dos

i have two followers! how exciting. it makes me think of uncle kracker singing follow me.i wish it wasnt cold because i want to wear dresses and not freeze to death. today is the last night i have the kitten living here. very sad but also very happy that that means the kittens owner will be back and the kitten will no longer wake me up at 7am to play. too bad ive had kitten for a month and he still doesnt have a name. naming is my forte in life. his initial name was vladimir putin. my brother still calls him pootin. i can him kitten.  maybe ill name him brittany l sundberg II

i need to stop biting my nails

ew

this blog is sort of ugly, huh?

i wonder if i can change the name

birthday presents

I wish i would have started this lil blog back in the middle of July. You see, back around July 20th i became an owner of some rodents. some shockingly interesting rodents that if for no reason other than to look back on years from now when im old and boring and in need of stories to tell me grandkids. I've been thinking about doing this for some months, really ever since Juan Ponce De Leon and Sir Marconi became mother and father.

but thats jumping ahead of things. so ill start this documentary at the beginning.

For some months this spring and summer i worked as the manager of the big massive garden center. the owner of this garden center gave me the daunting duty one day of going to sweep up behind the bird seed.

well what do i find but one of the most horrifying sights of my life. (maybe slight exaggeration since ive seen people get shot and run over by cars and whatnot..)

it was a mouse! a living breathing mouse. thats not the horrifying part. the horrifying part was that it was stuck in this glue trap that it was dying in. i ran back to my office and yelled at one of the girls to go save the mouse and if she didnt save it to lie to me and tell me she did or else id cry.

so she saved it. she said she pulled it out. that was a lie because i later learned trying to pull mice out of glue traps ends up in lost limbs territory.

a few days later, since i was also the buyer of products, one of my reps came in and we were looking at fertilizers when i noticed ANOTHER MOUSE TRAP. this time the mouse had chewed its legs off and i was about to sob in front of this middle aged man in a suit. 'take care of it or else i swear i wont order anything from you, doug. im serious.'

so i conned the sales rep into disposing of this next mouse tragedy.

after realizing that i would cry everytime i came across a mouse that was chewing its legs off in a failed escape attempt i went up the owner and told him 'dont ever put another torture trap out or else i swear i will quit.' he laughed at me. i took matters into my own hands and threw away every single glue trap box in the whole store. hundreds of them. he was incredibly pissed at me but really, what else was new?

well being a garden center, mice enjoy eating the bird seed so i guess its a bit of a problem. i went out and spent my own money on non kill traps. seemed to be a fair compromise until they started being able to escape from those. so after i came back from my one day off, glue traps were back. and larger. i walked into a greenhouse and there i saw it. a dead mother mouse and two struggling little babies. i screamed for my co worker and after some googling we learned that we could free the tiny babies using baby oil. we called her husband and minutes later we were dousing these two little mice in baby oil and freeing them.


these two freed little babies seemed too frail to exist on their own so being the genius that i am, i decided id take them home and we'd go from there.

  these two mice became Juan Ponce De Leon and Sir Marconi.

...this was just the beginning.