Rats With Shells

In my time in the great State of Missouri, I have noticed that when I walk through the grass sometimes, the ground feels very soft...as if it's collapsing under your feet. It's only a few inches, but it seems like someone or someTHING has been digging around. I've seen it in our yard and in many others'. Until recently, I had no idea what was causing it. Then, on Thursday night, Melissa and I were coming home from eating Sushi (it took over an hour for us to get our food, by the way), and as we pulled into the driveway, I caught the culprit red handed--or red...snouted, I guess. Yes, that's right, it was an armadillo, or as I affectionately refer to it: a rat with a shell. There he was, shamelessly indulging himself in our grass, or looking for who-knows-what underneath it. Frankly, I'm not quite sure what he was doing, but it doesn't matter. I caught him. I had a mind to get out of the car and kick him, but I thought his hard shell might hurt my foot. So instead, I just honked at him (I know, that'll teach him). He got away, but the most important thing is that I solved that mystery. And in order to deal with the continuing threat against our lawns, I am officially starting the Anti-Armadillo Vigilantes, or AAV's (commonly referred to as "double-A V's"). As of right now, we don't have much (a shovel, a fake M-16 Assault Rifle, a large MAG-Lite, and a fishing pole), but I tell you what we do have: heart. And rest assured, we won't stop until the lawns of Fort Leonard Wood are safe and these little rats with shells are no longer roaming our streets...or until we move to Kentucky this coming April...whichever comes first. You can count on our vigilance.

Andy

Its a Blizzard in Here!

I can tell you, I value my days off now more than I ever did before. Since I had the day off we decided to take advantage of it! Originally Andy and I were going to go to Saint Louis to have some fun, but since that plan didn't work out we decided to make some fun of our own. After our morning workout we decided we were going to go to lunch...Andy has been wanting to eat at the El Jimador for a while (its a small Mexican restaurant here in town). Don't worry that we ate our body weight in chips and salsa and I barely had room for any of my taco salad. Alas, I still ate way too much of it! Since we had originally planned on eating at the Cheesecake Factory in Saint Louis we decided that we would replace our cheesecake for another treat. DAIRY QUEEN BLIZZARDS! Maybe you should go get one too!