no place for a baby

Remember that time I was really excited to go the Atlanta Chili Cook-off?

Yeah, it was junk.

I guess I didn't realize how crazy white trash it would be.

I'm pretty sure John and I both contracted 3 diseases each from eating that chili.

When we got there 10% of the competitors had chili left and 75% of that was cold.

....shudder....

We had to squeeze the cold chili in to our mouths from paper cups (which John said were like little sacrament cups).  It was like eating spicy, bean filled gogurt, but not nearly as fun as gogurt.

John sampled some chili that he said tasted like gasoline and it made him cry.

Grossed out yet?

But then Bruster's came to the rescue and saved us with its creamy mint chocolate chip goodness.

John was in line for his ice-cream and I stood in line for some beverage refreshment.  While waiting in the line a drunkard came up to me with two Miller Lite cans in one hand and a plastic cup of another beer in the other.  He stammered, "You, you know what would be a funny picture?"  He put his fat beer belly next to my pregnant belly "THIS!" and then laughed and ran off.

I giggled as I was all alone, pregnant and helpless and subject to fat drunk men with beer bellies as big as my 23 week bump.  Where was my husband when I needed him to chivalrously defend my honor?!

See chili sacrament cups above...yuck.
I did end up using my vote for Team Ugly's chili.  Really their's was pretty good with smoked poblano and pork loin sausage.
Plus they had a fantastic name.


We probably spent 30 minutes in there tops and then got the heezie out. $30 bucks for one tiny cup of decent chili and an experience with a lush...hmmm, we won't be going again.


Now, I'm off to the grocery store today to replenish our supply of toilet paper and get some food up in this house (but no chili...)

There has been a Mouseacre

This is painful to admit...

We have had a mouse.

Yeah...disgusting.

We live in really old apartments. Remember how I said we live in "Little Mexico"? Well, we do.  And we love it.  But sometimes things can get a little scary around here.  Like when winter starts coming, and all of the little critters think its cool to just burrow themselves right in to your warm home.  Nope. No way. Not happening.

It all started about a week ago when one morning we went in to the kitchen only to notice that half of our baseboard had been chewed/scratched through right by the dishwasher. EW! 

From that moment on I only wore boots around the house.  

Even if I was in my unmentionables and I was going to the kitchen, I would throw on a pair of boots.  You can imagine how nerdy that looked. 

So, Mr. Murphy bought some mouse traps and all I could think about was that cute movie where the mouse gave the guys a lot of trouble but then in the end they were just all friends.  Why couldn't we do that.  "Hey mouse, lets just be friends, ok? You are probably really cute and have babies, so lets just not mess this up.  Go away a live a happy little mouse life."

Then last weekend we came home from being at my parent's overnight only to find that my bag of Hawaiian Sweet Rolls had been eaten through.

Oh no you didn't. That mouse is going DOWN!  You mess with my food, you mess with me!

So, I made Mr. Murphy set the traps that night and I have been living in suspense ever since.  It has been awful.  Every morning I go to the kitchen full of anxiety for the fear of seeing a squirming half dead mousey in my kitchen.  Every morning has been the same...

no mouse.

no mouse.

nothing.

nada.

no mouse.

ooo, i want breakfast.

no mouse.

Until today...

The trap was flipped upside-down.  I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!  Mr. Murphy left for class at 7:30 so I called him and told him to come back home and save me!  I am living in suspense until 9:45.

*blog title credit-my witty hubs