I went home for lunch today and decided to check on our rat Oreo, aka Roger.
Yes. Yes we do have a rat. A rat named Oreo, aka Roger.
Here’s the rat story before I get to the rat lunch story.
Last week I stepped outside and out of the corner of my eye I see a white and black thing scurry away from my flowers. He ran around the building but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I thought he was a hamster but I also thought maybe I was imagining things.
The next day our neighbor knocks on the door and tells Pat he found a rat. Since Pat is the maintenance man of our apartment complex, he gets all sorts of calls and knocks on the door. The rat had been on our neighbor’s patio but ran off. Me, Pat, the kids, the neighbor and his wife start looking for Mr Rat and I find him around another corner. Pat and the neighbor thus begin their quest to capture Mr Rat. After about an hour they give up – Mr Rat is a smart rat and knows not to trust Pat when he tells him to come out from under the patio, it’ll be ok.
Fast forward to Sunday, we were all outside and our neighbor comes around the corner and says the rat is back. Pat had gotten some traps from a co-worker and so the neighbor takes the trap to set it up by his patio. Ten minutes later the neighbor returns with Mr Rat.
We believe Mr Rat was purchased by another neighbor who happens to own a very large snake. Neighbor who caught Mr Rat gave him to Pat as Pat said he would give him to a co-worker. I guess snake neighbor didn’t want Mr Rat anymore. But then Caleb convinced Pat that for some reason it would be a good idea for US to keep Mr Rat. Because that’s what we need, along with rabies. And then of course since Caleb has a rat, Angel needs a hamster so it’s fair because after all life is always fair. And Pat’s wife, aka me, for some reason decided this was all ok.
This is all so confusing.
I guess I should have just said, we now have a rat.
Which sounds much more sane than, we decided to keep a rat we found outside, but it’s ok, really.
So, I go home for lunch today and decide to check on our rat Oreo, aka Roger.
Oh ya. Caleb originally name him Roger. Which I love. Roger the rat. Come on, how great is that!? But then last night he decided Roger was going to be called Oreo. And I said that I’m still going to call him Roger. Because when I was growing up we had a dog named Ed. But I called him Mickey because I collected Mickey Mouse stuff. And he knew both names. It was awesome.
His sign says Epic Oreo. How cool would it be if he was named Eric Oreo Roger!?
So, I go home for lunch today and decide to check on our rat Oreo, aka Roger. Who will now be referred to as Roger.
Unfortunately, Roger is not in his cage. Someone left the top off his cage which was on top of a table in Caleb’s room. So Roger first did a little mountain climbing and then a little sky diving. Thankfully Caleb’s door had been closed so we were pretty sure Roger was still in his bedroom.
Pat was home for lunch too so the four of us proceed to tear apart Caleb’s room looking for Roger. Caleb is crying and in between sobs asking if he can get another pet. After about 20 minutes we decide to let Jake – our black lab golden doodle – come into the room and see if he can sniff out Roger. No luck.
I then ask Pat if Roger could fit under Caleb’s door. Pat says probably. So then the four of us proceed to tear apart our entire apartment looking for Roger.
Pat decides to give Jake another try and while me and the kids are out in the living room we hear Pat cheer. Jake found Roger! He was in or under or something with the heat register behind the bed. Pat took apart the heat register and pulled Roger out and Jake got about 15 treats for having such a good nose!
The moral of the story?
If you happen to find a rat and keep it and give it two names and then lose it and then your dog finds it… you are not alone.
It was a beautiful Resurrection weekend. And not just because the weather was nice.
Friday night Pat and I were able to go on a long overdue date. We went to Fast and the Furious 7 and it was so good. I might have cried at the end. OK, I did cry.
Saturday we helped Pat’s niece and nephew move in the morning and then I had drama practice at 1:00. Pat continued to help them move and I took the kids home. We had some planting to do!
I saw on Facebook or Pinterest a cute idea. Have the kids plant jelly beans, and then before they get up plant suckers. I wanted to connect it with the Resurrection message and so we talked about what happens when we plant Jesus in our life.
I have no idea what we did Saturday night. I think I cleaned and Pat slept (he’s also been sick). Oh ya, we made a little progress on going through Grandma’s Barb’s things and got some of her furniture moved into the house.
Sunday morning I was up bright and early to get ready for church. And to plant suckers.
The kids (especially Angel) were a little suspicious of how the suckers got there.
I was a part of a drama at church and it was such a blessing to be able to share about God’s love. I’m not sure if they recorded the drama, but if so, I’ll post it when it’s available.
At church I was reminded of how cool my friend Christa is. 🙂
Grandma made an amazing lunch for us, Pat’s sister and our niece and nephews. It was then time for the Jesus Basket Scavenger Hunt.
Mom would have been proud that we did a scavenger hunt. She would not have been proud of how lame my clues were. Oh well, it was last minute and the kids thought it was fun.
I convinced the fam to take some pictures, although the sun wasn’t quite in the right spot.
This was my view as I walked to church Sunday morning.
The sun had risen. And so had the Son. I’m so thankful.
The kids, my sister and I went to the Chris Tomlin concert last Sunday night. Danelle had called a few days prior and said, “I’m coming down and we’re going to Chris Tomlin!” Woo hoo!
It was a great night. We also love 10th Avenue North and Rend Collective. It was awesome. It was especially awesome to worship with my daughter and sister. (Caleb said it was too loud.)
The most awesome part of the night was when God started poking me saying, “Did you hear that Missy?”
Chris Tomlin was singing the song I Will Rise.
I’ve heard this song a million times.
And even though I believe every word of the song, since Mom and Dad died, it’s made me a little sad.
We were singing it on Sunday night …
There’s a peace I’ve come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There’s an anchor for my soul
I can say, “It is well”
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The grave is overwhelmed.
The grave is OVERWHELMED!
THE GRAVE IS OVERWHELMED!
Oh. My. Word.
Every time I’ve sung this song, I have never registered the words, “The grave is overwhelmed.”
Sure, I know it. I believe it. My hope is in it.
But this time, God spoke the words to my heart. To me, the overwhelmtion queen.
Missy! The grave is overwhelmed! Yes, you may experience overwhelmtion in this life. But it is temporary! I have overcome the grave. It is overwhelmed through the blood of Jesus.
And for the first time since penning the word overwhelmtion, I really, truly realized that I don’t have to be overwhelmed.
Yes, I probably will be. This world is hard, there is pain and sorrow and a lot of overwhelmtion.
But what does God say to that?
Take heart, for I have overcome the world! (John 16:33)
So take heart today, you of overwhelmed hearts.
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
May God be blessed this Resurrection weekend, and may you be filled with His overwhelming love,
Life is crazy right now, so as much as I’d like to write a lengthy, humorous, inspiring post, all I can come up with right now are some pictures from the weekend.
Hahahaha. Love that man!
We have lots of babies! I never thought they’d actually grow so it’s been super cool!
This is our chore chart. Let’s be real. I pretty much don’t clean during the week. And then on Saturdays we all tackle the house together. We started doing this chart a couple weeks ago. No tv, no friends, nothing til they get their chores done. There is also no yelling by the mama so that makes everyone happy!
Angel has been coming with me to drama practice. (I’m co-directing a dinner theatre for our church! Ahhh!) She was having a little fun with our costumes.
Caleb wanted to grow his muscles and asked Pat to teach him a real push up. This dude has got some skills!
This is not from an episode of Hoarders. It is my bedroom. But that’s a story for another post.
I found myself in the drive thru at Burger King on Friday. Not sure how that happened. Anyway, this truck was in the parking lot and the occupants were also enjoying a meal with the king. I thought it was a little ironic.
Well that’s all folks. Hope your weekend was great and fun and memorable. Ours sure was! But again, that’s a story for another post!