Hello, Blog!! Been a while!
Yeah, yeah…I know. I am a neglectful blogger, but life has been hectic and crazy. Want some updates?
Well, when I logged back in I found that I still have quite a few visitors (thanks y’all!!!), and some new peeps who’ve found me in search engines. I just had to click over and see some of the search terms that they’ve used to find me…
And found a GREAT addition to my Odd-and-Crazy Search Terms archives:
“Shake me like a monkey”
Yep. Someone typed THIS into their search engine and it brought them to me. I’m pretty sure this one scares me more than my Bandaid-Butt fans. At least I know which post brought those guys to me.
But when did I ever write a post about shaking monkeys??? Literally or figuratively!?
Freak.
So what else has been going on?
I coached a tee-ball team. By accident (although I had a blast with a great little group of guys and girls)…
See, I checked “yes” on my daughter’s sign-up form, stating that I would be willing to help out and volunteer. I figured I’d be asked to bring some snacks to a game or two, and maybe sign up as team mom for a few games or practices.
Ooooh no…they called me the next day to let me know I’d been “given” a team. At least the rules for tee-ball are pretty lax. My softball playing years didn’t exactly prepare me for explaining the fundamentals to a group of 4-5 year olds.
And I never got to sing and dance in the outfield when I played.
Another high-light of the last few weeks…my husband launching us into a whole new realm of Redneckery.
There was a Rattlesnake Rodeo his peace officers’ association decided to hold. They needed snakes of course. In lieu of buying snakes, they handed a catcher out to the officers in the area and told them happy hunting. (we do live in West Texas, but still…)
So the Guru comes home one day with a lidded (thank God) 5 gallon bucket, a 4 foot long catcher stick, and a shit-eating grin.
“Honey, look what I caught! There are four of ‘em in here!!”
This began the scramble to find something of an appropriate size and secure enough to hold multiple live rattlesnakes until they could be taken to the event.
After some digging, he comes up with a white plastic barrel (with no lid), a metal-grate lawn table, my concrete stepping stones, and a handful of bungee cords.
I was concerned.
It grew as he dumped the snakes into the barrel, placed the tabletop on the top of the barrel, and weighted it down with the stepping stones.
Then he bungeed the whole thing to a tree in the front yard… ”So the dogs won’t tip it over.”
Great. I took that moment to come to the computer and put out an APB (via Facebook, of course) to anyone who had a cage of some sort that might be a little more secure than the Guru’s Bucket-O-Snakes.
My cousin’s girlfriend (Dude, MARRY this one!!) saved my sanity by donating a rabbit cage to the cause. I reinforced it with metal fabric and forced the Guru to take it (and the snakes) to our kennels…which thankfully are about a quarter mile from the house.
In the meantime, he did attempt to make it safer for trespassers by using a magic marker and marking it with “DANGER: LIVE RATTLEBUGS!”
Although, if someone HAD come up to burglarize the house, we’re probably the only ones around who had guard-snakes in the yard…
Has anyone else reached any interesting levels of Redneckery? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!
Pen Happy Hippie 