Of Mice and Men


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Home, Humor | Posted on 20-02-2017

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One tiny mouse. Seven big humans. One large dog.

Last month, the freezing temperatures summoned a mouse into the great indoors: our living room. We spotted the mouse making a dash from sofa to television. It was a tiny mouse, the size of a walnut. A walnut with fur. And whiskers. And little pink ears. And a black tail.

My 17-year-old son and his two friends just happened to arrive home just in time. Let’s corner it and shoo it out the front door, we brainstormed on the fly.

It was my husband, me, my daughter, my 17-year-old son and his two 17-year-old friends, my youngest son, and our dog vs. one mouse, the size of a walnut.

Let me tell you, it took the eight of us to lift the sofa to scare the mouse to the wall’s edge, to get down on one’s knees and clap loudly, to scream with excitement, to block the dining room, to prevent Otis from eating it, to dance wildly in the middle of the room, to chase it with an orange Home Depot bucket, to continue to persuade it along the wall’s edge, to open the front door.

We did it! What a team effort!

When the mouse fled through the front door, we all stood there a little stunned, threw our heads back, and laughed.

That sweetie! #yellowlab #winter #yellowlabrador #dogso?nstagram #dog #snowdog

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Fathers, Fun, Happiness, Memories, Parenting | Posted on 06-02-2014

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It doesn’t take much to make us happy, my son and me. Especially when it comes to sledding. We only need about two inches of snow…and off we go!

Sliding over the slippery whiteness and bumping and scraping over the black top. We loved it!

This reminds me when I was young and my sister and I were itching to sled. But, alas, no good hills near our Dad’s farm. So what did he do? He used a rope to tie up our sled to the back of his truck. And then proceeded to drive up and down the country road, with my sister and me sliding and bumping over the snow-covered dirt road. Squealing and screaming with delight and a little fear…and breathing in lots of exhaust.

I chuckle now at that memory. Because, these days, that kind of thing–tying your children’s sled to the back of your truck and driving down a snow-covered road at 40 m.p.h.–would never happen.

But it did. And I loved it. And I lived to tell about it.

We don't need much to have fun!

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Consider the Snowflake


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Celebrations, Happiness | Posted on 20-12-2013

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The next time you complain about the cold, consider the snowflake. Whose short life on Earth wouldn’t be possible if it didn’t freeze.

Check out these macro photographs of individual natural snowflakes, so perfect and unique and beautiful and magical. They almost take the bah humbug out of winter, don’t they?


Oh and the next time you sigh and complain about the cold weather, consider Antarctica. Using remote sensing from satellites. Antarctica reported the lowest temperature ever: a reading of 135.8 degrees below freaking zero.

And what about people who say, “I love the snow, but hate the cold.” Dude! You can’t have it both ways.

Complainers. Naysayers. Bah humbuggers. They are all annoying.

Say what you want about winter. But I kinda like it. The cold, the dreary, the sleeping plants, the dead plants (low-maintenance), the quiet, the wet. The simplicity of winter.

Maybe some extra time to catch up on some reading. Or going to the mountains for snow! And cross-country skiing! And sledding! And magical, beautiful snowflakes.

Might as well have a listen to Vivaldi’s Winter. You may get some chills. 

Winter. Complain and be negative if you will, but my cup is half full. Of hot tea. Make mine peppermint please.


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The Battle of the Puffy Coat


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Clothes, Mothering, Parenting, Pop Culture, Teenagers | Posted on 19-03-2012

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I don’t know about you, but when it’s cold outside, I like to wear a coat. When it’s rainy, a water-repellant coat. Duh.

Teens around here don’t like to wear coats. Even in a downpour.

A few years ago I bought my son a puffy winter coat. A coat that you could wear in the freaking tundra.

Well, this puffy coat has been at the center of many mother-son debates: to wear or not to wear.

The decision is usually: not to wear.

This reminds of Jerry Seinfeld and the puffy pirate shirt. Remember?

It’s the Seinfeld episode whereby Kramer’s low-talking girlfriend, a clothing designer, gets Jerry to wear a puffy pirate-like shirt on the Today Show. Jerry agrees, because he can’t hear what she is saying. When he realizes what he committed to, Jerry whines “But I don’t want to be a pirate.” He wears the shirt on TV and everyone laughs. Jerry is miserable and finally blurts out that it’s not his shirt and that he thinks it’s “the stupidest shirt I’ve ever seen.”

And then there’s the pick-your-battles theory. Is this puffy coat worth the battles that ensue? Nah. This puffy coat is now in the giveaway pile.

Let someone else have a pirate battle.