I want to be like her when I grow up

My mom is a super hero. That is really the only way I can describe her. My room is being redone, I have probably blogged about this before, but right now (well, when I came home) my room looked like it did when I left for college, which is how it pretty much looked when I started high school. When my family moved into our house, my grandmother said that my room couldn't have the beige carpet that the rest of the house has, they had a girl, so it should be pink. Which then led to the pink walls, the pink bedspread and pink blinds. Don't get me wrong, I still really like pink, but not the whole room.

The solution: paint the room, get a new bedspread (we can't really do much about the carpet and blinds), and also organize the room and get a new bed (a full, no more twin!). So we are moving the furniture around, getting ready to paint, and this evening when we were moving the bookshelves, we found a mouse's nest. Yuck! That was definitely my reaction. My mom said that I had to put on gloves and put it in a plastic bag and throw it out, and I got kinda scared, what if the mouse was in it? When I came back up the stairs with the bag, my mom was putting on the gloves and she was the one who picked it up and threw it in the bag (I threw the bag in the garbage outside). But like I already said, she is a super hero.