by Monomoo on May 5, 2012
Today I was a cheerleader and photographer for a group of people I work with (along with two other wonderful ladies Jo Ellen and Aleica). Our team (AKA The Mud Hens) ran a really tough 5 K (3.2 miles) race called the Rugged Maniac. The race was held at the Virginia MotorSport Park in Petersburg, VA. They had to climb over barriers, crawl through tunnels, run through a tire jungle, run through the woods, slosh through mud, climb rope walls, slide down a 50’ high water slide and more. There were about 20 obstacles they had to tackle. No one got hurt, and everyone made it through the entire race! The Rugged Maniac supports the Fisher House Foundation. The Fisher House Foundation provides a temporary home on military bases and VA medical centers for the families of sick or injured men and women so they can be near family during their treatment.
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Congratulations to all my ST buddies that ran the race! You were all amazing!
by Monomoo on April 18, 2012
The farm house lay dark and quiet. Farm life dictates your hours, and that mean getting up at sunrise, and usually going to bed soon after the moon rises in the night sky. Tonight was no different, except Farmer Joe was away at a tractor convention, and his wife was alone in the big old drafty house. Light snoring was coming from their bedroom.
Out in the barn, the three tailless mice were preparing for an attack. Ralph tapped his little white cane and felt for the mouse trap. Once he found it with his little brown fuzzy paw, he picked it up and gingerly walked towards the barn door. Bob located the rat poison and put that in his little mouse backpack . The biggest mouse Ben was already armed with the butcher knife that had actually cut off the three rodent’s tails years ago. It was old, but it was still very sharp.
The signal was given and they headed towards the tranquil farm house. The only sound that could be heard was a far off owl hooting, the crickets and frogs, and the tap, tap, tap of the tree little canes. Ben led the way into the house and up the wooden stairs. Once at the top, they had to act quickly. Ralph set the mouse trap at the foot of the stairs and then called softly “Kitty kitty kitty.” There was a thump as cat paws hit the rug in the bedroom, and the cat appeared by the cracked bedroom door. The three mice positioned themselves behind the trap and waited for the cat to approach. She came ever so slowly, but as soon as she touched Ralph’s cane he squeaked “Now!” and they lifted the trap and it caught the cat by the nose. There was a loud howl and the cat went barreling down the hall shaking her head fiercely from side to side trying to get her nose out of the trap.
The farmer’s wife appeared at the door wide eyed. She was wearing an old tattered housecoat with little blue flowers spattered all around. Her hair encircled her head and almost looked like a gray halo. Of course the mice couldn’t see any of this, because of their blindness. Ben yelled “Charge!”
The saddest part of this story is they never got their revenge on this woman, because they also couldn’t see the Winchester 12 gage she was aiming right at them. You never saw such a sight in your life as three blown apart mice…
