Now that'll get you going in the morning

When Jeremy and I leave for the day, we go out our garage, which we have to lift manually. When Jeremy left today, the garage made a bunch of noise as always, and Jeremy added to that noise by throwing a lot of expletives. He bounded back into the house urging me to come look at what he had discovered. By the din he made, I half expected to see a rattle snake, and what was there was just as bad (no, it's not a rat):

This picture does not do much justice to the centipede, but look at the website below and those images are exactly what was in our garage.

This six inch centipede had landed on the ground not two inches from Jeremy's head. The horror! We deliberated on how to handle the situation (I clearly made it known it was a finder's keeper's situation: he found the problem and therefore must keep the responsibility of solution). Would Raid be effective? What would be sturdy enough to beat it? Never did we consider keeping it alive. My wimpy self shut the door and told him to deal with it before I vomited out of terror. Brave Jeremy then picked up a shoe and beat the centipede 10 times to its demise. He then put it in a ziplock bag so we could show our pest guy.

Jeremy using a gopher to put the centipede into a plastic bag.

My stellar researching found this website. Now what is unclear is the nesting habits of this particular breed of centipede. There could be hundreds more for all we know. What I do know is that it will be a long time before I go into the garage again, which is a shame since that is where we keep our brand new washer and dryer. Luckily, I did all my laundry the other day.

Let's give it up for Jeremy. He not only almost got it from a centipede but was able to pull it together to get rid of the problem. He may be Indiana Jones-ish--my hero!

EWWWWW!

Heffeweizen, in my opinion, is quite a tasty beer. I used to prefer it...I mean, it is cirtusy, refreshing, and colorful. Who wouldn't want to order a pint of unfiltered deliciousness? The answer is now me.

About a year ago one of our drains at work started backing up. After an assessment, it was determined that a plumber was in order. Joseph came by with a big, giant drain snake and started to it. All of a sudden, this oozy, pink, throbbing, and COLD! substance started pouring out. What? It turns out that it was unfiltered yeast that had built up over the year we started serving heffeweizen on tap. It had fingers and a pulse. Did I mention it was cold? The plumber kept saying, "Thank God I know what this is or else I would be vomiting now," while siphoning the pipe with his mouth. He had it all over his hands and keptflicking it all over us. The bartender and I were in awe and quite disgusted. That scene has never left my memory and I no longer enjoy heffeweizen.

I once mentioned this to someone close to me who has someone close to him/her who works at a bar. This person had the same thing happen, only with a dead rat in the center of the madness. That would have sent me over the edge.

I only mention this because today I had a mini-bout with some yeast. Probably about 8 feet of it. And yes, it was cold.

What happens in Vegas...

Last week, Jeremy and I went on an impromptu jaunt to Las Vegas. The lure of basketball was too much for us to resist. Besides losing our life savings, we had a wonderful time. Here is the best story:

Friday night at about 11pm we were full of cocktails and ready to relocate. We couldn't decide where to go as it was far too early to take it to the hotel. It was a whole lot of "Let's go here...No...how about here..no." and so on. Until it was, "Let's go get married. YES!" So we did.

Although it was sad to not have our family and friends there, it was fun and we are happy.

Ha, Ha...April Fools Day!