Domestic Geek

Current mood: frustrated
My poor dad has been dealing with some kind of bug infestation in his apartment. It is the same bugs that bit me back in October. I never actually saw the bugs then, but from the bites dad had, I deduced that maybe they were fleas and dad tried to take care of the problem himself (even though I told him to tell the apartment manager then). He assured me the problem was better, but I saw the other day that his arms were looking bad again and he showed me the stains they've left on his mattress. While doing some more Internet research (on fleas), I came across a picture of those stains, not from fleas, but from bed bugs. I didn't know bed bugs were a problem in this country anymore. Apparently bed bug infestations are on the rise (between international travel, soldiers returning from Iraq and Mexican immigration). Also the types of insectides used now for things like ants and roaches aren't effective for bed bug control. When I read how hard they can be to eliminate, I urged Dad to tell the apartment managers.

So, dad's apartment was sprayed yesterday. You should've seen the bugs come running. Ewwww. After we came back from lunch, Dad and I vacuumed up the dead bodies and some egg caches I found. We vacuumed again today and ordered some vinyl mattress covers to keep the few remaining survivors contained. The exterminator is coming back in 3-4 weeks for a follow-up application. I hope this takes care of this. I hate seeing my father being eaten alive.

The guys Marcus works with have too much time on their hands. Here's proof.

Current mood: excited
I talked to Marcus about 2:30 and he was about 30 miles from the Kansas/Colorado border, so I'm thinking he'll be home in the next couple of hours here. Yippeeeee!!!! Dork Boy got a speeding ticket in Kansas, though. I even told him to watch his speed as he left last week. *sigh* He has to have the rental car back at the DIA rental facility by 8 p.m. tonight, so I get to drive to town again. I'm so thrilled about that. I'm going to try and con a dinner out of him or something, though.

I haven't written about this because I know he's been reading my blog while he was gone, and I really wanted to surprise him. I've been cleaning out my car all week. He's always making fun of how dirty it is. Since I've spent most of my adult life as a pizza driver and keeping the interior of my vehicle clean was next to impossible, I've really let the inside of the old Subaru go. I took out the seats, took apart the center console, took apart part of the dash. I've had several pop explosions in there and there was brown, sticky stuff everywhere. I've been trying to steam clean out 4 years worth of ground in dirt and soda out of the carpets. I'm still not done yet, but it looks a heck of a lot better than it did at the beginning of the week. I've also got 4 screws left over that I have no idea where they came from. Why does that always happen? Do they reproduce in the bowl I threw them in? Hmmm. I should be done before school on starts up again on Monday. I even bought stuff to wash and wax it on Sunday. Of course, highway driving and living on the plains will have the outside filthy again in no time, but hopefully I can get on some sort of regular cleaning schedule for her.

Skippy is such a major dork dog. I was outside putting the passenger seat back in and I look up to see Skippy running down the street in front of our house. He pushed the screen out of the bedroom window and jumped. I started chasing him and he jumps into the car and gets hair all over my newly cleaned seats. I was so mad! I grabbed him by his scruff and pulled him out of the car and chased him into the yard. Argh!!!!

Dang, Marcus just got home. He must've been a speed demon through Colorado. Gotta go!

Yay! Marcus is coming home tomorrow night. I can't wait. I've missed him so much. I just wish I didn't have to work tomorrow. *sigh*

It actually rained a little yesterday and it was so cool. I slept really well. I wish it would cool off like that more often.

Current mood: lonely
Man, I really miss Marcus. It's weird being home alone. The dogs are really missing him, too. Every time Skippy goes outside, he stares at Marcus' truck. He can't figure out why it's there if Marcus isn't home.