No Country for Old Men

Today the first few hours of my morning consisted of its usual routine: waking up, being mom-ish, taking pictures, going hiking with my siblings/baby in the pack, and being in a general state of awesome.

I went outside to cut some goldenrod I found and came across a three foot long black snake. Now, if you remember, we had a pretty big snake living in our house. I think it died in the attic from eating poison mice or escaped. I never showed you the scary picture I took of it trying to leave:



Anyway, this snake was not the same snake, or maybe it was, but I stared at it for a good forty seconds trying to decide whether to let it live and chance it making home in my house, or chopping it’s head off with my herb scissors. Ultimately, I chose the latter.





I’m tired of finding critters in my house. Like the garden snake I found the other day. Sorry, no picture of that. One of the reasons I loved Big Blue was because she scared all the “things” away. Sigh. Oh well. Turns out this is no country for old men. Or squeamish little girls.

Fetch Yes.

OhmigoshohmigoshohmigoshOHMIGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS WEEKEND!

YES!

We will be moving into our house!

*Jump in my hoopty hoopty hoop* <--celebratory dance.

I’ve been working the [paint] pole for the past week or so (along with my sister-in-law, Ruth). I am happy to announce that two rooms upstairs are fully painted! Don’t get too excited, they are just “antique white” for now.

 I will admit that I am a super huge paint snob and *hated* the paint when I put it on the wall cuz it looked yellow.  I mostly got over it cuz My Honeypie told me that I didn’t have to paint our room that color, and it looks fine in the pictures, so whatever.

Photo Dump!

Baby's room

A plan is formulating in my head for his room--I'm thinking blue/orange stripes and cute little jungle animals to match the quilt I made him.

Next:

Third room

Also, if you didn’t know already, my little sister Cassie found this supa huge snake upstairs in our ‘master bedroom’. She came running out of the room into the teeny hallway and said, “ALISHA! There’s a snake in your room!”

I thought she just saw the end of a mouse’s tail or something, because we’ve seen them running around and they leave their little paw prints in the sheetrock dust. (If you’re gonna be up in someone’s house like that, you need to erase the evidence. Stupid rodents.)

Anyway, so I walk in there and BOOM! Four foot long black snake. WtHEck? I used to pick up snakes all the time in Utah because I knew which ones were okay…except for that one time I accidently picked up a baby rattlesnake. Whatevs. I don’t pick snakes up here. Until I learn them! Turns out black snakes aren’t poisonous, but they are fetching huge. And they like mice which we guess that’s why it was in the house.

He was so not happy to be picking that up

Seriously though? Ticks freak me out way worse than snakes. WAY. I have to wear rubber gloves and hold my breath when I try and get them off our dog. They are disgusting, parasitic, greedy, little arachnids and I feel like they’re crawling all over me whenever I talk about them. So I’m done. Bleh.