We have a new pet. A adolescent praying Mantis Nicole found in the bathroom this morning. I’m afraid he may have gotten a healthy dose of roach and ant killer and may not make it. But, we’re all pulling for little Vladito (I’ve named him in honor of this guy). I’m watching him right now in his makeshift vase-home and he’s stumbling around like a little stick drunkard.

Nicole found a place that sold wingless fruit flies but by the time she made it home, they were all cooked and dead from the heat. I fed him a dead fly with tweezers as mother internet suggested. I flew it around his little home making wingless fly-like sounds, or what I imagined them to sound like. It worked, and was pretty cool.

When he got off the tallest of the sticks and went to the bottom of the vase tweezers were not an appropriate feeding tool. I came up with the as of yet un-patented, synthetic hair-pin stabbed wingless fruit fly feeding device. Said fly was attached to said hair with gushy fruit fly guts. I waved that around for a while. Vladito pulled the fly off the hair, but just dropped it to the ground.

Now he’s sitting on the internet suggested wet sponge cleaning his head and antenna with his arms.

Is my life not the most glamorous and interesting thing you’ve every been exposed to? Maybe later I’ll be inspired to write about the big chunk of metal that came flying through our kitchen window last week.

I can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner…

Kindle.

Under the front seat of the car.

I checked the front seat of my car, apparently not well enough. Andy rocks my world.

The crash at 6 this morning turned out not to be the garbage truck or someone dropping a bunch of cans. It was someone hitting our room mate’s car. All of us kind of heard it, but half woke up and then went back to sleep. His car is undrivable. The front left axle is broken. We deduced from the parts on the street and the paint on Ben’s car that it was a red Honda that did it.

Andy was just driving to hockey and found the culprit vehicle. It’s parked two blocks down in a driveway. I took pictures of everything but the police told us that Ben has to be the one who calls. He’s in Utah until Monday. He hasn’t gotten the news yet.

Life here is so much more exciting than the stuffy Signature hotel of last baseball season.

Did I also mention that the other neighbors have chickens and a rooster? It’s kind of nice swimming in the pool to the soothing sounds of farm fowl.

It saddens me to see my husband perusing the internet and clicking on my blog and then having nothing new to read. Every time I see it, I think about putting something in that space. Then I don’t. Really I didn’t want to update because then I would have to admit something really, really dumb and sad that I did.

Normally I don’t swear that much but, f*ck (I know, not all the way swearing, but I’ve had a few weeks to get over it).

I lost my Kindle.

I know, right?

Do I really need to say more about that? I am heartbroken and sickened.

Despite my irresponsibility and the blatant display of the fact I should not have new expensive technology, my awesome husband encouraged me to buy the new Macbook Air. Although conflicted, I did it. It was too expensive for what it was, and I told myself I wasn’t going to buy a new computer until baseball season was over. But, against my better financial judgment and the voice of my mother and grandmother in my head that tells me to pick up furniture in the trash and eat things that are far beyond their expiration date, I did it.

Other than that, it’s hot here. I could write paragraphs about the heat. But I won’t. Just know, it’s a huge component in our daily life.

I have not updated in six days because the laptop cord is halfway broken. The computer has to stay in one position on a hamper thing next to the bed to work. To type causes my spine to be twisted and my left shoulder to go numb. But, I love you guys so much, I’m willing to bear the pain to bring you the up to the minute information that you crave.

I drove to Utah and dropped of Mika to the Boxer Rescue. They have a couple picking her up today. The woman at the rescue said that their Boxer died a while ago and they wanted another one. They don’t have any kids and told me that their dog was the love of their life. I’m glad she went to a good home. I miss her a little, but it is much more tranquil around here.

The traumatized cats are slowly creeping out from their hiding places and cautiously walking around the house. Nicole and I washed the floors and it’s actually not smelling like a petting zoo in here any more.

I’m going to San Diego tomorrow or Monday. I’ll be back Friday night.

mika and her wubba
Originally uploaded by cindigodotcom.

I think we’ve found a home for Ms. Mika. She’s either going with Robbie’s parents or to Mooney’s Boxer Rescue in Elsinore Utah. I called Moony’s and they seem really nice and said they actually have a waiting list of people who want a Boxer.

On top of it all, I get to go on a road trip with a cute dog.

I decided to go with the uplifting entry instead of the taking her to the vet and waiting four hours pissy entry .