Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I Have 3.5 Minutes to Spare

Thought I would check in during my approximately 11 minutes of daily internet connection.  Sometimes 14 if the cows all face the same direction.

You'll not want to miss my upcoming post of farm fun, which will include an exciting snake encounter, a hunt for a pelican herd flock, buzzards, and a dead turtle or two.  I know you can't wait.

I got some great photos of the cows and donkey right before Weegie almost got the both of us killed. So there's that to look forward to (the photos, not the near death experience.) 

And of course, I know you always hope for some enticingly witty banter from me, and by golly, I feel sure that one day soon I'm gonna come through for you.  Let's be patient, OK?

Anyway, hope all of you had a delightful holiday with family and friends and a rousing 'unofficial' start to a BIG SUMMER O'FUN.

See Ya Tomorrow.


Friday, May 27, 2011

Does Anyone Have Dundee's Cell #?

Please excuse me while I complain.

I haven't been sleeping well again.  And while I refuse hesitate to start in again on the "Disappointment that is our New Mattress", it has once more proven itself my nemesis.
We have decided to take advantage of the "if you don't like it during this certain time period, you can trade it back in, pay a penalty and another delivery fee, get a new one, and make it possible for some poor sucker to buy this awful one at one of our Lovely Outlet Stores".

So I'm just warning you, if you're mattress shopping, you might want to put it off for a week or two.

No, it's not just the mattress.  It's also this HORRIBLE PURPLE NIGHTGOWN.

I think I mentioned before that I have this favorite nightgown, and as fate would have it I LEFT IT AT THE FARM.  So I have been forced to wear this other monstrosity which is not only purple (which I hate) it is also made of some fabric that is really better suited for HAZMAT clothing.

At one point I woke up last night and almost screamed out


But it's a good thing I didn't because I finally realized that it wasn't a crocodile at all that was trying to kill me, it was THE AWFUL PURPLE NIGHTGOWN. (Not that there would have been much of a chance that The Chief would have gotten concerned or anything, he always seems remarkably calm in these life or death situations.)

It's the fabric.  It doesn't turn.  When I turn, it doesn't turn.  And with the "devil's mattress" that I am currently sleeping on, I turn a lot.  I end up all twisted.

Like my ENTIRE BODY is being strangled.

And you know what?  Don't think I don't know just exactly what you're thinking..

No, don't think it for ONE MINUTE..

You're thinking "Get a new nightgown, dummy, Get a new mattress!"


And in response to that I say, "FINE!"

And I also say "You're all just like The Chief!"

I bet you wouldn't even NOTICE if a 800 pound reptile tried to whirl you around and kill you while you slept, would you?


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Why I Write

I'm a pretty private person.

Now I'll overshare to the point of complete exhaustion (yours) about cooking and eating and TexasWare and the unfortunate size of my hips, but generally I'm not one to go on about my feelings much because, well, I'm a crier.  And you see, crying always gives me a headache.

And really puffy, baggy eyes.

But quite by accident this morning I came across the following quote, and although I had no intention of writing a post today I simply can't help but share.

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection"  ~  Anais Nin

To be honest, I knew nothing of the author until I stumbled upon the quote.  And after researching her a bit, I would have to say her stuff is really "not my cup of tea", but she really hit the nail on the head for me with that one sentence.

Sometimes I wonder why I feel the need to write.

I'm not eloquent, neat, or learned in my writing.  I rarely have a cohesive theme, logical progression of thought, or the proper literary mechanics.

I misspell, I run-on and I deviate.

But here's my heart.

I write because of what my family, my friends, my home, my dog, my many blessings mean to me.

I write because of the assurance of my salvation through Christ and His promise of eternity in Heaven.

I can't answer the question of why you click over here to read what I write, but I can tell you this without reservation

I write to relive the Joy  that is mine everyday.

To taste and savor the joy just one more time.

Thanks for sharing it with me.

(Now I shall go search for some cold cucumber slices, or maybe freeze some spoons to place upon my eyes.)


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I Think I Saw a Pyrotechnic Undergarment

Could someone please tell me now what I have to look forward to on TV?  Since last night's finale of DWTS, and the end of Amazing Race recently, I feel resigned to a summer of House Hunter re-runs.  I've seen some interesting commercials in the last week or so about Expedition Impossible that looks to be an Amazing Race type show, so I'm holding out some small hope for that.

Is anyone with me?  Shall we give it a go?  I suppose we have nothing to lose.

And it's always good to have a goal, don't you think? Especially when it comes to something really critical like TV viewing.

I really got a kick out of last night's DWTS finale.  It was 3 hours of The Good, The Bad, and the Wasted Time.

And instead of reviewing the whole thing play-by-play (because, frankly, those of you who care watched it right along with me, and those of you who don't care well...) I'll just touch on my FAVORITE PARTS.

- Hines won y'all.  I thought (and hoped) he would, but I think we saw the perfect example of what a strong fan vote can do when Kirstie bested Chelsea for the 2nd place spot. It's an advantage to be a long-time TV star with lots of Baby Boomer fans, as opposed to being a Disney Princess with a fan base heavily composed of those who don't yet pay their own phone/internet bill.

Chelsea, you are a doll!

-OK.  Did you happen to catch the little 'before commercial' ditty with Louis and Kendra and her "Firecracker Bra"?  Did you?  Surely I DID NOT JUST IMAGINE THAT.

-Speaking of Kendra, did Louis almost drop her at the end of her "Many Male Companions Dance"?

-I have probably mentioned before how much I absolutely love Josh Groban and there he was y'all.  And if it's possible, I think Petra may have gotten even more beautiful since she was voted off the show.

- I thought one of the low points of the show was the combined Sugar Ray/Chris boxing/wrestling thing.  Although I thought the announcer was good.  I'm guessing he must do that for a living.

-Mike (voted off the show first) made a complete fool of himself (which he does so well).  You gotta love him.

-The drummer for the Go-Go's looked like she was 75 years old.  Which of course, means that I probably look like I am 75 years old.  It's hard to keep up with Belinda Carlisle and her "facial improvements."

-The three finalists got to choose one of their favorite dance numbers to perform again for the judges last night.

Chelsea and Mark picked their Wizard Waltz.  And while it's really beautiful in parts, I believe their decision was based on 1) Mark's desire to wear that Sorting Hat, and 2) Mark's desire to writhe/bounce around on the floor like some kind of jumping bean/caterpillar.

And I realize you probably sense that I have something against Mark.  I do.  And I'm gonna pray about it.

Kirstie and Maks decided to do their very first dance of the season - the ChaCha.  Evidently, the wardrobe department had to work overtime removing yards and yards of fabric from the costume that Kirstie wore the first week of the show.  I thought the dance was good, but Kirstie just wasn't "selling" it with her facial expressions.  But Maks.  Bless his heart.  The bad boy that everyone loves to hate.  I think he met his match in Kirstie.  And as big as his ego is, and as irritating as he can be, I DO ENJOY WATCHING THE MAN DANCE.


Hines and Kym performed the Samba for their very last dance.  Their choice was probably based on two things- 1) It's such a FUN dance to watch, and 2) I think Kym wanted to be wearing that awesome costume when they won the mirror ball trophy.  She wanted to be standing there in ALL HER GLORY when Tom presented the prize to them.

I don't blame her.  I would too.

If my glory looked like hers, I mean.

My glory is a little significantly totally different.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Now I'm Working On My Twisting Double Back Flip

Well, well, well.

Look who's in the finals of Dancing With The Stars.

Chelsea.  Young, adorably lean, fit and oh so talented.

Hines.  Smooth, charming, and simply irresistible.

Kirstie.  Age 60. Pounds and pounds lighter than she was a few weeks ago, and by golly, a pretty darn good dancer.

Since we all know that this is REALLY IMPORTANT STUFF, let me share my thoughts.

Please remember that my qualifications to critique the performances are based purely on my stellar ability to walk and chew gum simultaneously.

And you thought I had no talent.

Chelsea - Could she possibly be any cuter? She's 22 and simply a great dancer.  Her pairing with Mark is ideal - his choreography is so cutting edge that it's hard to imagine any of the other competitors fitting so nicely with him.  And as much as I love to watch Mark dance, I do find myself wondering sometimes if he needs to DIAL HIMSELF DOWN A NOTCH OR 12 just to allow her to shine a little more.  I think if the winner was chosen purely on dancing ability Chelsea would walk away with the prize.
Their Judges Choice Samba was excellent, but personally I thought their freestyle dance was rushed and frantic-looking.  It seemed like Mark just tried to cram every new move he could think of into one number.
Please refer back to my strong credentials.

Hines - I'll admit right now that he's my favorite.  He's just so stinkin' fun to watch.  He and Kym are perfect together, and as a professional I think Kym does a wonderful job of trying to showcase Hines' strengths.  He makes most of his dances seem effortless- and we know that's certainly not the case.  The Chief tends to think that the judges have been biased toward him most of the season (especially Carrie Ann).  But I just think they are all charmed by him as much as I am. And a certain charm can count for a lot in a performer, no?
I loved their Quick Step, and although kind of unusual, I thought their freestyle was interesting and different...  And sweet mercy that was a pretty fancy lift/flippy thing there at the end.

Kirstie - Please let me remind you that the following is my very personal opinion.  Kirstie and Maks have absolutely no chance of winning.  I think they know that.  She simply hasn't improved as a dancer to the extent that the other finalists have.  She's lost a ton of weight and looks so much healthier - everyone's thrilled for and with her.  Her tendency to kind of lose concentration and look down at the floor is a distraction, and I think it's been difficult for her at times to move as quickly and sharply as some of the dances demand. She's apparently held her own against Maks which is a victory in itself.  Maybe if the season was another 10 or so weeks long, she'd get to that "peak performance" level, but ALAS tonight's the night.
I thought her Samba was good, but she didn't look real confident.  Their freestyle, I believe, was just choreographed to kind of let Kirstie show who she is and how much she's changed over the season.  And well, the cartwheel.  I really don't know what to say.  And some of the lifts.  And THE LEOTARD.

My delicate and appropriate response is this:

I have never, ever been able to do a cartwheel.  Much less while wearing a skin-tight black leotard on national TV. And if I took a running start at The Chief and expected him to catch me on his shoulder and twirl me around?  Absolute train wreck.


And I mean that.

Let me know what you think.

I'll be in the backyard practicing.


Thursday, May 19, 2011

Calgon Take Me Away...But I need to be back by about 3:30.

This is going to be really short.  Brief.  To the point.

I like a good bath/body/hair product.
I have even been known to from time to time pay WAY TOO MUCH for a product that I've heard about or just want to try.

We all deserve a splurge every now and then.

And all of womankind said AMEN MY SISTER.


Sometimes one finds a product that's not only delightfully good, but also cheap.

Yes I said cheap.  Inexpensive.


And in an act of service to my fellow lovers of a new beauty product, I'd like to share this with you.

Please pardon the poor quality of the phone picture, and the dirty Red Sox cap that somehow always ends up on my vanity...

Suave Rosemary and Mint Shampoo.

For years I've been enamored with the Aveda Rosemary Mint Shampoo, and will frequently break down and buy a nice, big bottle.

The Suave 'knock-off' though, is great.  I love the smell, and it gets my hair really clean without leaving any kind of nasty residue.

I vehemently dislike nasty residue.

Keep in mind though, before you take my word for it, I don't use many any products on my hair except shampoo.  So if you're one for a 3 or 4 step product regimen this may not be your thing. (although they do have the conditioner too.)

At the very least, if you decide to give it a shot, you'll only be out a couple of bucks.

Let me know if you try it.

I'm always available to talk product.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I know. I'm Fancy.

I just got home from another stay at the farm where I spent time with my Mom and visited Daddy in the hospital.  I'd like to say that while I was there I came up with some great ideas for a couple of riveting blog posts.

But I didn't.

I'd also like to say that I lost 10 20 pounds, got taller, and suddenly acquired a tan.

But again, no.

So here are some pictures from my phone.

I know.  Pathetic.

Last week my nephew Wes (kayak man) texted me this photo.  The caption was "Ben's next vehicle?"

You see, Ben is one of my sons.  Ben has a pesky habit of living in strange places.  Like his car.  Or a tent.  Or his RV parked in the middle of a field.

Or just in a field.

These living accommodations are by his choice, mind you.  They are not due to financial necessity, nor is he trying to escape capture by the authorities.

(Uh... excuse me. Ben, you're not trying to escape capture by the authorities are you?)

Ben is an aspiring writer, and dare I say a free-spirited kind of guy.

So, although I'm guessing the above photo probably doesn't represent an actual vehicle, just receiving the picture and text was enough to make my heart actually stop for a few seconds (Thanks again Wes).

My people.  They love to kid me.  They're kidders.

This is Weegie trying to relax on the last trip up to the farm.  He has a hard time finding a comfortable position when he rides in my car.

But just so you know, he's enjoyed the nice solid colored comforter more than the "gaudy sheet from the 70's" that I used to make him sleep on.

The Weege is all about being fashionable and showing good taste.

And finally.  I just thought the sunset was really pretty one evening from the back door of the farmhouse.  The Weege and I stepped out for a while to enjoy it.
Then there was this horrible smell.  Really.  An awful, horrible creature-type smell.  A distinctive odor of creature-ness.

I think it was the wild hogs.  They were out there.  Do they smell?  Do you know?  

I suppose I could Google it.

Please try your best not to envy my sophisticated and exciting life. I know it's hard.


Thursday, May 12, 2011

This One's a Whopper

So everyone knows I'm not the most organized person in the world.  I try, I do.  But I feel like my real gifts are in other areas.

Uh, like, Oh, I don't know.

Areas as yet to be explored. 

Yes, unexplored areas.  That's where I excel.

But I will admit that I do have the pesky habit of starting something before making sure I have everything I need to accomplish whatever the "something" might be.

Let's take yesterday for example.  I promised that I was going to post a recipe today.  I did.  I gave my word.

And I had every intention of posting the recipe for a tasty Asian Chicken Salad that I was serving for dinner last night. And quite uncharacteristically I had all of the necessary ingredients lined up and ready to go.

It was odd really.

I decided at some point around 1:30 yesterday afternoon that I would go out and 1) plant the new plants I had purchased for the courtyard, and 2) put down the new mulch in the courtyard.

And y'all here's what happened.  It was humid.  So humid in fact, that I spent an inordinate amount of time sweating.  And then some more time thinking about how much I was sweating.  And then quite a bit of extra time wiping the sweat from my face.  And when I finally finished the whole thing and came in the house (covered in sweat, I might add) it was almost 5:00.

I was a tad behind in my dinner preparations.  And in  my haste, I just kind of forgot the whole picture taking thing.  Well, to be honest I did take pictures of the toasting of the sesame seeds...

So there's that.

And that's about it.


I made a promise.  A recipe promise.  So last night I decided to make some bar cookies.  A new recipe that I had spotted in a new cookbook.  And this is where the whole disorganized part comes in (took me a while to work this into the story line didn't it?)

I didn't really, thoroughly check to see if I had all the ingredients.  And, as things tend to go, I didn't.  Have all the ingredients, I mean.

So I cheated, and fudged, and changed, and dare I say 'bastardized' (I'm so sorry) the original recipe.

Come with me.  Let's make Whopper Bars.

Preheat the oven to 350.  Lightly grease a 13x9 inch pan.

1.  Whisk together 2 1/3 c. flour, 1 1/2 tsp. baking powder, 1 tsp. salt, and 2 T. Ovaltine (Chocolate Malt flavor)


How weird is that?  Please trust me.

2.  In the bowl of an electric mixer beat 14 T. of unsalted butter (cut into cubes) 3/4 c. lightly packed brown sugar, 1 cup sugar, and 2 T dark corn syrup.

Again, I KNOW.  Weird.

Please forgive my lumpy sugar.

Beat all that together, then add two eggs and 2 tsp. vanilla, and beat until well combined.

3.  Add the flour mixture in two batches and beat until well combined.

4.  Add a box of  coarsely crushed Whoppers

I'm so sorry if this has just become too strange for some of you...

And add 1 cup chocolate chips and 1 cup chopped, toasted walnuts.

5.  Press this very thick batter into the prepared pan.

6.  Bake for 25-30 minutes until just lightly brown.

They are wonderful eaten warm...

But just as good after they have cooled.

I think you should make these today.  Or tomorrow.  Or whenever.  I don't want to be pushy.

Have a great day.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Hey There, Hi, and Hello

I'm here.


I've just been so, so busy.  But I at least wanted to give a little shout-out today and tell y'all that I'm going to cook something really yummy later and post the recipe tomorrow - so don't think I've forgotten how to cook or anything.

And certainly don't think I've forgotten any of you, because, well, remember we're friends!  Right!!?




Anyway, in the meantime...

Guess who got a new lens for her camera.

It's me.  I did.

The Chief got me a new lens for Mother's Day.  Have I told you lately he's the best?  He is.  I'm telling you.

I still haven't had much of a chance to practice with it, as you'll see from the following.

This was my very first shot with the new lens.

If I knew how to make a word bubble, Weegie would be saying "Look lady, are we going to go get the mail or not?"

In this one he's saying "Uh, excuse me, Mom, but I really can't come back to the driveway just yet, because there is this bush down the street, you know, the one I like so much, that I really need to visit, and it's conveniently located just beside that house with the big obnoxious, barky-pants dog who just hates it when I saunter by and he can't get to me because he's in a fence and I currently AM NOT."

"So, hang in there just a sec."

This one is from a Historic Home Tour in Galveston.

The homes were great.

The sun was hot, the humidity high.

I wore a black shirt.

There was some sweating.

I loved all the details of the homes.

Some of them suffered lots of damage during the 2008 hurricane.  It was very, very sad to see.  But people are restoring and refurbishing, and because of the economy and the risks of owning in this hurricane-prone area, you can buy some wonderful old homes right now at very low prices.

This one is for sale...

Great colors!

Like I said, I wore a black shirt.  The heat was getting to me.

And this one, although it's not historic, is home and I like it...

It's always good to get a few pictures before the real Texas heat sets in, and everything turns it's characteristic shade of brown.

Hop back over tomorrow for a great recipe!

What's up with all of you?


Friday, May 6, 2011

Please Accept My Apology

Here's a picture from the farm

I thought I should throw this in because the post that I'm about to write has the potential to be , Oh, let's just say lame... So maybe a nice photo here and there will make it somewhat more bearable.

Great lead-in, huh?  I bet you're just aching for more.

I will gladly oblige.

I'm sitting here this morning eating the last of my Fage Greek Yogurt straight out of the huge container because I am very fancy.  I did throw in a tablespoon of raspberry preserves.  That does make me more civilized, right?

I'm pretty sure this is going to have to go down in list form, because my thoughts, they are list-like.

1. I was pretty anxious to cook dinner for The Chief last night since it had been two weeks since I'd had the opportunity.  And I decided to use a recipe for something!  And then I decided to change it all up!  And then it was a disaster!  The Mexican Rice was good, the fruit salad was good (OK, it was just cut-up fruit, but in my dreams I put a lovely Honey-Lemon Vinaigrette on it...)  But I didn't.

But the Enchiladas.  No Thank You.

It's funny.  When I was making them I even thought to myself (or perhaps I said it out loud as I have a tendency to do) that  "I should be photographing and documenting and writing this down in the Annals of History because EVERYONE IS GOING TO WANT THIS RECIPE THAT I HAVE SO CREATIVELY TWEAKED."

Well, I must say no.  And for emphasis, no again.

It's a good thing that I have absolutely no idea where to locate the Annals of History because I know for a fact that this should not be written in them.

Here's another picture.

I hope that helps.

2.  We're getting mulch this weekend!  I'm telling you, the fancy just never stops around here.  And when I say we're getting mulch, I don't mean that some nice men are going to come with mulch and wheelbarrows and shovels and whatnot and put mulch in our flowerbeds while I sip on a TAB and watch them through the window.
No, what I mean involves Me, The Chief, wheelbarrows, mulch, shovels, sweat, and fire ant bites.

And the very real possibility of me saying "crap" at least once.


Here's a picture.

See.  I got it from all angles I tell you.  (Yesterday's post)

3.  Can a list just have two things?  I'm not sure.  Now just one, I'm almost positive, cannot constitute a list.  But two?  It follows one in list-like form, now doesn't it?

Here.  Have a picture.

And you probably deserve another one.

Just remember we're buds.  Please don't hold this whole train wreck against me.

Have a great weekend.


Thursday, May 5, 2011

I Try. I Do.

I got home yesterday afternoon after being at the farm and with my parents for a couple of weeks.  Thanks for all your prayers and well wishes for my Dad.  He is currently "hanging in there".

Anyway, I drove into the driveway, threw The Weege (not really) and all my stuff and whathaveyou into the house and drove directly to my haircut appointment where Dennis systematically removed about 12 pounds of hair from my head.

Thank you again sir, you are a Scissor Wizard.

It was nothing short of a delight.

And although those 12 lost pounds did not make the outfit I wore to The Chief's company dinner thingie last night fit any looser, I say good riddance to them anyway.

A pound is a pound don't you think?

Anyway, because I've been at the farm and the internet reception is kind of hit-or-miss, and because I've been a little busy, and because I really have no idea what I'm doing when I use my laptop (like yesterday when I was just resting my fingers at the bottom of the keyboard and everything suddenly shrank down so small that the entire contents of a long e-mail I had written to my sister could have easily fit on the head of a pin)


But let me finish my previously ended run-on sentence.

...because of all those things, I have not posted a picture or a recipe, or frankly ANYTHING at all that might be considered even remotely interesting for quite a long time.

And today will probably be no exception.

We'll try a couple of things.

Here's our new mattress.  It was delivered the day I left town.  As you can see I was so excited I took pictures.  The delivery guys thought I was weird.

Last night was the first night I slept on it.  The Chief had warned me that he thought I would think it was too firm.  Oh The Chief, he knows me well.  I wish I could say it's my dream mattress.  It's not.  It's better than the old one... which I guess is not saying much since that one, IT WAS AWFUL.

We do have a period of time during which we can exchange it for a different one if we are not satisfied, and we're thinking that might be an option.  Of course, you pay all kind of penalty and other "bad choice punishment" fees.
Can you help me out here?  If we trade this one back in, what do you think they do with it?  Do they sell it again?  Is that legal?  Because, NO. THANK YOU. MA'AM.

OK.  So the other day I get back down to the farm in the late evening.  It was one of the first days we'd had without constant high winds.  I had been at the hospital most of the day so I was looking forward to walking down to the lake and being in the out of doors for a bit.  Well, I looked down the hill and I see this truck parked right on the lake shore.

Right about then the phone rang.  It was The Chief.

Me:  " Hey Chief.  I was going to walk down to the lake and maybe take some pictures and maybe pick some berries and maybe see some snakes or something and there's an unidentified truck parked down there and it's kind of creepy."

The Chief:   "Well, go down there and see who it is.  Tell them they are trespassing."

Me:  "But what if it's a murderer or something?"

The Chief:  "Well, we especially don't want murderers trespassing.  No.  You definitely need to get rid of  them, Lu.  Just hop in The Mule, drive down there and find out who it is.  Take Care of Business."

Me:  "OK, will do Chief.  I will take The Weege because he is, you know, so SCARY and all."

The Chief: :  "Good Deal.  Talk to you later."

Maybe I should mention that The Chief is not what you would consider an "alarmist".  Neither does he watch all the spiffy murder-investigation type shows that are ever so helpful in formulating my idea of why an unidentified truck would be parked at the lake.

Unidentified truck at the lake = serial killer.

So to be all official and such I decided to take my camera and actually snap some photos of the truck which would, of course, be so scary and intimidating to the owner/criminal that they would drive away in fear of my crime fighting/surveillance techniques.

And so The Weege and I strategically drive by the truck and I snap pictures left and right.  And had it not been for the fact that every single time I slowed down to take a picture The Mule died and I would have to spend like 10 minutes getting it started again, IF NOT FOR THAT I would have looked very competent and threatening.

And the more pictures I took, the more I thought I could have maybe, perhaps seen that truck somewhere before.  Maybe.

And then...

My nephew, Wes, came out of nowhere in his kayak.

And Weegie said, "Mom, it's just Wes.  You're a dork."

Well, that is not normally the truck Wes drives.  Really

And when I tried to laughingly explain to Wes what I had been doing,  he just replied

"Yea, I kind of figured you were trying to be all CSI-ish with the photographs and stuff."

And in his embarrassment, The Weege gave me a look and slunk back to The Mule.

What can I say?  I do my best.


Monday, May 2, 2011

Snakes and Such

I don't know why, but I've always felt like I need to spot a snake before I consider that Spring has officially started.

I realize that some of you don't particularly care for snakes.

I might even shimmy right out on a limb and venture to say that some of you consider your feelings about snakes as something akin to , oh I don't know, A HATRED.

But I'm not one of  those.

No, I kind of like them.

Now don't get me wrong.  I don't want to be surprised by a snake.  Like the time the Copperhead was cozily snuggled in the stack of newspapers on the little table in the OLD farmhouse.  And especially not like the time the 4 foot Black Runner was coiled up in the tea kettle on the stove in the OLD farmhouse.

No, I am not one to particularly enjoy that type of serpentine surprise.

(For those of you that are, at this point, totally and completely grossed out, let me assure you that the OLD farmhouse was considerably different from the NEW farmhouse in that the NEW one is really FAN-CEE and all with real walls and floors and windows that close and running water and such.)

We are living large if I do say so myself.

But the snakes.  They are interesting, don't you think?

And slithery and graceful.

You have to admit that there's just no other creature quite like them.

So anyway, now that you are perfectly clear on how I feel about snakes and can rest easy that you no longer have that as a lingering question in your mind - I mean, now when you wake up in the middle of the night and think - 'You know, I wonder what Lu thinks about snakes,'  well then by golly, you can answer yourself.

I overshare.  I do.

But here's the announcement.

Spring!  It is here.

Yesterday The Chief and I were picking berries.  Well. I was picking berries and The Chief was trying to hurry me along so he could mow the area where I was picking berries.  I was crossing over a cattle guard and there was the longest rat snake you've ever seen.

Really Long.

And I got very excited and JUMPED! UP! AND! DOWN! and yelled to The Chief,  "Chief! Chief!  It's a SNAKE, CHIEF!  it's a snake!  It's SPRING, Chief, it's really and truly SPRING!

It's a snake!

And The Chief never really looked up from what he was doing and said, "OK.  I'm gonna mow here now."

And well, I find this kind of comforting in a way.

Even though seasons change, some things always stay the same.

And for me, right now, this is a good thing.

Happy Spring, Y'all.