Figured I better use this thing before it falls off...

So I've been a member of the site for over a year now and have never blogged... ever. Its not that I don't have anything to say, its just I dont know what to blog about. Don't really feel comfortable talking about  personal shit in a place where 100's of people may read it... and I'm really not that interesting. But if I must, then here.

Last Monday morning as I was getting ready to start my 94 Honda Civic beater... maybe I should talk a bit about said car. I was a Project/Construction manager for a small but successful Chicagoland Home builder. When the decline of the housing market came to light, I bought said car for a song to eleviate the gas useage in my Truck. I made it through 4 lay-offs, but when the fifth came around I knew I wasn't safe. The time came that I would start "pinching pennies" as I was out of work and residential housing wasn't looking to make a comeback anytime soon, so with that I said good-bye to my truck and made the Civvy my main wheels. Now the Civvy is a beast. Its a god awful teal green with some lame pin-stripping. It has an exhaust leak and is as loud as hell... Its really nothing to be proud of except the engine. The guy I bought it from switched the engine and trans and put in the Si Vtec. The engine and trans alone are worth more than the car... oh and I bought the car for $800. So back to the story at hand. I get in the Civvy, proceed to start it and drive down my street. I happen to glance at the passengers side floor as I'm grabbing a cig and notice a plump beady eyed mouse starring at me, said mouse goes on the move and I starring at it instead of the road almost hit a damn tree... not to mention I was screaming like a girl. So I stop at the local Target on the way home from work and get some glue traps, place the traps with a good helping of peanut butter on the floor board and wait. I come out to the car the next morning and YEAH, the glue trap was moved... but no mouse and the peanut butter is gone. So I try,gain same as before.. no mouse. Now by the third day I'm getting a bit pissed and am convinced that the mouse is Harry Houdini incarnate. So after about 4 days of this I talk to an exterminator buddy of mine and get some of the "good shit" as he puts it. I got a trap that contains a coagulant...pretty much he eats said "good shit" and his insides turn into one giant blood clot... not the most humane way, but effective. Now a new problem has arrived. Im pretty sure it died up behind the dash. I turned on the A/C yesterday and got blasted with the most god awful scent... probably serves me right. So in the end the mouse still fucked me. Rest in peace Mr.Jangles...rest in peace.