Monday, August 31, 2015

snake bit

Not sure how many of Y’all know what this means. In Texas, we say it when we're complaining of the fact that we seem to have nothing but bad luck. We’re “snake bit.”

Yesterday morning, it actually happened to My Sweet Husband (MSH). A copperhead snake bit him on his left index finger. If you’re unfamiliar with copperhead snakes, Google them. They aren’t nice. They're not usually deadly. Not as fatal or harmful as rattlesnakes or water moccasins. But they’re mean, scary and painful. For a small child? They’d be unbelievably horrific.

MSH had been out at 5:30 a.m. walking Buddy Boo Bear when he saw a copperhead curled up near our outdoor kitchen. He came running in to get a gun to shoot it—hoping it didn't slither off. He got it. A couple of hours later, he decided it was time to clear out the ivy in the garden near our bedroom door. He knows I love my ivy. It is, however, a safe haven for those evil serpents. Our bedroom is on the side of the house where six other copperheads have decided—in the past three years—to live. (They've ultimately paid the price for choosing our home to be their place of residence. Sorry. We simply cannot let them stay. Not with grandkids running around. And Senior Citizens. And everyone in between.)

Because MSH does 98% of our outdoor work—mowing, weedeating, plowing, trimming, clearing, planting, watering, etc.—he wears “snake guards” most of the time. These go on his shins and are good protection against snakes—especially when used in conjunction with jeans, heavy socks and boots. He had his snake guards and leather gloves on yesterday as he worked. He’d been at it for almost two hours when it happened. Just a few minutes before the attack, I’d stuck my head out our door, before getting into the shower, to check on him. He’d said he was nearly finished.

As I emerged from the shower and was beginning to put a little makeup on, I heard our door open and this: “I’ve been bit by a copperhead.”

ELC (as I ran out of our bathroom and entered our bedroom): NO. NO. NO. NO. Tell me you’re kidding.

MSH: I’m not. I’ve been bit. Call the ER and ask them what we should do before we head that way.

He then got his gun and went back out the door. I heard two shots as I was trying to look up the hospital phone number in our kitchen. I was shaking so much I could barely turn the phonebook pages.

I got a recording. They were going to answer calls in the order in which they came. Uh, NOPE. I hung up and dialed 911. The nice young woman talked to me as I dressed and told me we should ice the bite and MSH should elevate his hand above his heart. She asked me for a phone number. (I thought I was giving her my cell number.)

MSH’s heart. Oh, my. He had his second heart attack in two years this past March. It was beyond frightening for him, me and all of our family. Now I was worried about his heart and blood pressure. I quickly finished dressing (let me tell Y'all I looked lovely and, of course, I'm being sarcastic) and we raced out the door. MSH stayed calm. He even joked a little as I drove 90 miles an hour down the highway to our hospital—seventeen miles south—with my flashers on. Five miles down the road his phone rang. (I’d given the 911 Operator his cell number!). He answered. She told MSH he should NOT ice it or elevate it. He said: “Okay! Thank you so very much!”

We love our ER. We were extremely lucky as a doctor we’ve known for over thirty years was there yesterday. She knows us. She knows snake bites. She said MSH was lucky he had gloves on. He did get venom—because there was significant swelling in his finger, his knuckles and a small amount to his wrist. His blood pressure went from 220 down to 170 back to 200 down to 180 back to 200 for the first three hours. Then it settled at 170. We had a precious nurse who took good care of him. She gave him an antibiotic, some meds for his stomach—in case he started feeling sick—and measured his finger and hand every twenty minutes to monitor the swelling. The doctor decided he wouldn’t need the anti-venom—not unless his finger took a turn for the worse over the next few hours or days. She told us what to watch out for and sent us home. MSH was happy happy HAPPY.

On the way home, I called our Sheriff’s Office and asked the lady that answered the phone to tell the 911 operator we’d both talked to that MSH was fine! That her calm and encouraging help had been a blessing to us and we’d always be grateful to her for her kindness. The lady answering the phone said it was “Amy” and Amy'd be thrilled I’d called back. That they seldom ever knew what happened to most people after the initial 911 call. What would we do without these dedicated people?

MSH wasn’t ever in too much pain. He slept fairly well last night and has had a good day. He has strict orders to stay quiet and cool for the rest of the week. He knows he’ll be answering to TLC if he wavers from his orders. He’s much more afraid of her than moi!

I am considering the possibility of putting MSH up for adoption. (Buddy Boo Bear will have to be part of the package—since he adores MSH and only likes me when MSH isn’t around.) I told MSH I could not take another ER trip, on his behalf, for another year. Or two. Or three. He’s going to make me have a heart attack or stroke. Sheesh.

Living out here, in the sticks, we’re used to seeing lots of God’s creatures. Armadillos. Scorpions. Centipedes. Hundreds of spiders. Big spiders. Foxes. Bobcats. Coyotes. Raccoons. Possums. Skunks. I’m pretty sure I’d take any of these creatures over even the smallest garden snake. Copperheads? I want them banished from our country casa and place. Forever. PLEASE.

Wishing Y’all a week that is SNAKE-FREE!

Friday, August 28, 2015

friday's food for thought...

I love Pinterest! I’m obsessed. I work and work to make my “Boards” fabulous!  (Ms. Pinterest Perfectionist, aka TLC, has made me delete a few Pins and Boards recently. I had a “Winnie the Pooh/Poohisms” Board. I love Winnie—and all of those characters. I simply will not apologize for that. TLC convinced me I should place those Pins in/on other existing Boards. She’s no fun.) I’m gaining in Followers—every day!

This afternoon, as we continue to try to survive August in Texas, I thought I’d share a few of my favourite sayings I’ve Pinned on various Boards (so none of these are original—but I may not have the actual authors to give them credit…).

Deep Thoughts:

Children need at least one person in their life who thinks the sun rises and sets on them, someone who delights in their existence and loves them unconditionally.

            Pam Leo

(I had My Dearest Nana Leighton. I hope Biscuit knows I feel this way about her…)

It isn’t what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.

            Jane Austen (Sense and Sensibility)

When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people. (author unknown)

It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

            One Tree Hill


FUNNY Thoughts:

Some days I eat salads and go to the gym. Some days I chase 3 pounds of bacon with a couple dozen beers and refuse to put pants on.

It’s called BALANCE.

            (author unknown)

(Teeheehee…I don’t go to a gym…and replace beers with Vanilla Coke Zeroes from Sonic!)


Step 1: Reconsider.

            (author unknown)

Why does toilet paper need a commercial?

Who is not buying this?

            (author unknown)

Some of My Boards:

Amazing Grace

Angels Among Us

Deep in the Heart of Texas

Down Home—Yeehaw!

Sweet Dreams!

Grammy, Mama and Biscuit!


Moving On…


Animal Heaven—Shoes!

Sugar=My Addiction

Let them eat CAKE!

Color Me Blue

Camo and Pearls


Santa’s Coming to Town!

If you want to try to find me, I think I’m:


I don’t know. Sorry. It’s like trying to tell someone my phone number. I never call myself—so I have to really think about it. Yes. Sad. Very sad. Of course it is.

Hope Y’all have a WONDERFUL Weekend—wherever in the World you are!

ta-ta for now (or TTFN—as Tigger says. Winky. Wink.)

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

open your eyes...

From Jesus Calling by Sarah Young:

TRUST ME in the midst of a messy day. Your inner calm—your Peace in My Presence—need not be shaken by what is going on around you. Though you live in this temporal world, your innermost being is rooted and grounded in eternity. When you start to feel stressed, detach yourself from the disturbances around you. Instead of desperately striving to maintain order and control in your little world, relax and remember that circumstances cannot touch My Peace.

     Seek My Face, and I will share My mind with you, opening your eyes to see things from My perspective. Do not let your heart be troubled, and do not be afraid. The Peace I give is sufficient for you.

 JOHN 16:33; PSALM 105:4; JOHN 14:27
(TLC and I both could probably read this day’s message EVERY day of our lives…)

On this Tuesday, wherever in the World you are, we wish you marvelous, sweet, happy, wonderful PEACE…and JOY…and LOVE.

p.s.: There is a beautiful song I heard on America's Got Talent the other night that references "open your eyes..." It's called One Life by Boyce Avenue. It's lovely and quite inspiring...

Friday, August 21, 2015


On Friday, the 13th, in April of 2012, I wrote a “F” alliteration. Since TLC and Little Leighton (LL) will be on their way, in a bit, to stay with My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I this weekend, I will now take parts of that post (out of sheer laziness and because I’ve got to vacuum our entire house in a few minutes…plus clean potties…plus wash my hair…) to celebrate FRIDAY!

Be FEROCIOUS, fascinating, FORGIVING, fashionable, FIERY, flashy, FANCY, festive, FEISTY, flowery, FRIENDLY, frisky, and FIZZY!

Plan a FIESTA! Go to Mickey D’s and get a mini FLURRY. Shop at FOSSIL. Eat some FUDGE—even though that makes us FLUFFIER.