Entries from April 1, 2008 - May 1, 2008
Good night, sleep tight, do not let the bed bug bite.
A pleasant rhyme unless your bedroom is infected by bed bugs. Where they came from, we are not sure. I suspect the nasty little creature hitched a ride in our suitcases during one or more hotels stays for travel hockey.
Did you know an itch could be painful? It is not the bug bite you think as being painful; it is the consistent, prolonged itchiness that seems like an entity separate from the bite itself which drives you insane. It interrupts your day and deprives you of sleep at night.
The first question the allergist asked was if we had bed bugs. I assured him we didn’t; after all, they are nothing more than part of a silly child’s rhyme. He may as well have asked me if I had rats in the house because I played “Ring around the rosie” with my children.
According to a March 20 Wall Street Journal article, bed bugs are back. That pleasant little bedtime rhyme is no longer pleasant. The article mentions the use of specially trained dogs and expensive chemical intervention to eradicate the pests. I, could have told them, that the bugs were back last year.
After researching professional measures that sound expensive and a little scary, I went the low-tech way of freeing our home of bed bugs.
Toss everything infested if it can’t be washed in hot, hot water. Ground zero for the infestation was my daughter’s bedroom. The wooden bed frame was infested, out it went, along with her mattress and a furry lime green fabric chair.
Enclose all remaining mattresses in high quality plastic mattress covers. Don’t forget to enclose your box spring as well as your mattress. Plan to leave these on for years. Bed bugs need blood to reproduce but they can live a long time without access to blood.
Wash everything else in hot, hot water. Our washing machine ran for days on end as I washed everything made fabric that we owned.
Vacuum, vacuum, vacuum. I vacuumed our 2nd floor twice a day for a month. It was about 2 weeks before there were no signs of any bedbugs. By vacuum, I mean everything: Floor, walls, curtains, furniture, lampshades, bookshelves, kids, dogs. Do not dispose of the vacuum bag in the house. Place it in a sealable garbage bag and get that ticking bomb out of your house
Go the extra mile. Even thought there was no sign of bed bugs on the 1st floor, I vacuumed it every day for a month also just to be safe. I vacuumed the 2nd floor once a day for a second month. I still, 10 months later, regularly check the beds for rips in that mattress covers (none yet).
It took a lot of my time to get rid of those bugs. I saved us money and didn’t expose my family to chemicals used to kill to bugs. We are bug free 10 months later.
Be warned……..bed bugs are back.
There are events that mark the passages of life:
A baby's first step
A child's first day at school
A teen getting her drivers licence, her parents handing her the car keys
as she heads out the door, alone
Voting for the first time in an presidential election
The first day at a "real job". One you actually have to show up for
Your wedding day
The birth of your first child
Your child's high school graduation
Receiving an AARP enrollment application in your mail box
My husband received one from AARP yesterday....
Time marches on.
Okay, I admit it. I bought the Play Station 2 (PS2) game system for me. Yes, for me, me...me! I bought the PS2 as yet another sacrifice of money to the gods of exercise. Over the years I have spent good money on other items that I thought would help me get fit, thin, healthy and/or sexy.
Of course, none of them work. We gave the expensive skier away after I pulled a tendon using it. The various and assorted hand weights “designed for women” are lined up on a window sill in the basement. They bring color to an otherwise drab room. The exercise ball bounces from room to room. Don’t get me starting on how much I have invested in exercises DVDs. No matter how well made the DVD is, after a while, it gets boring and you need another one to keep motivated. While making my semi-yearly exercise god sacrifices, I did discover that I enjoy dance DVDs. I have hip hopped, hulaed, and dance partied with the best of them, in the privacy of my bed room so as not to scare the teenagers living in my home. Mom shaking her bootie to hip hop music is the stuff of nightmares, or gales of potentially rib splitting laughter for them. I am kinda proud of myself.
It has taken me only 6 months and 3 days of explanations, from a resident, unscarred by mom's hip hop phase ,teen for me to learn how to turn the PS2 on, insert my Dance, Dance, Dance Revolution game (DDR) and use the dance pad to control the game. I am definitely not an early adapter. I have to admit this is a fun way to exercise. I was mildly concerned about the lyrics to the songs being vulgar and I’m sure some of them are. But I have to concentrate so hard on the little arrows rolling up the scene and stepping on the corresponding arrow on the pad I honestly don’t hear the words. Just as well. I have notice the voice coming from the game is not as encouraging as it might be. I do believe I are heard the ersatz crowd booing during my exercise time. I try not to take booing personally.
In addition to the beginners, light and advanced modes, the designers should consider a "be nice to the old lady who controls what games are bought in her home" mode. With the popularity of the Wii with the older crowd, DDR programmers should consider coming out with 70’s and 80‘s music versions. They could call it DDR Old School.