So a couple weeks ago TLC came downstairs while I was doing some laundry and announced there was a snake on the porch. I said No there isn't. He said Yes Mamma! There is. I asked him if he was jokin me. He said no. Ok says I. I was thinkin it was probably just a lost gopher snake. We have lots around the house. I stuck my head out the screen door and there, poking out from behind the dog boxes was a little dimond shaped head. EEEK! Everybody in the darn house. Hmm. Now what. The snake was between me and a shovel. So I did what anyone would have done (after deciding that shooting it on the porch might not be such a good idea) I called Papa M. He just lives one door up. I told him to bring a shovel. It was pretty funny watching him try and kill it. He's kinda afraid of snakes. I almost felt bad for the snake. We are pretty lucky around here. The snakes are very docile. This little snake didn't even rattle till we chopped his head off. Sorry little snake. If you come I my porch, you gonna die.
So lots of stuff has been going on lately. The biggest is the disability of The Hunter. Who, by the way, I have also started referring to as "The Honey Badger". About 3 weeks ago he started having some back pain flare up. Not really surprising. This usually happens if he works solid for over a year. (He is in the HVAC business) He took a week of work. Not better. Then his Chiropractor put him on disability. Not better. Then his back spasms escalated to the point he had to be hospitalized. Of course that happened while I was at my sisters wedding in Tahoe. I raced home to find him admitted to the hospital, where he (and I) spent the next two days. We brought him and a hospital bed home. Along with all the other fun little things you need when you can't walk. A walker, bedside camode. You get the idea. Just when I thought things might be getting better, Whamo! Another ambulance ride back to the hospital. People let me tell you, I have seen some folks in pain. I have seen women push large babies out of their vaginas. This made everything else look like a tickle. First I thought he was going to pass out. Then I thought he was going to break his teeth he was gritting them so hard. When the medics came they gave him some morphine (on top of the pain killers and muscle relaxers he was already on). It didn't even touch the pain. That all happened on Monday night. We had only been home for 6 days. They let us (kicked us) out of the hostpital on Thursday. Now I am Nurse Lil Momma again. I remember that whole, for better or worse, sickness and health thing. I just thought I would have more time before that ticket got cashed in.
I don't know which is worse. Being in pain, or watching someone you love in pain and not being able to help.
So I have been purty busy these days. At least that's how it feels. TLC finaly started pre-school and loves it! He just had his forth b-day and is already riding on two wheels! I am so stinkin proud of that kid. Now if I could just get him to leave that darn dog alone for 5 freakin minutes, we'd be in business. I haven't killed the Hunter yet or lit him on fire with white gas, so I got that goin for us. It's July so he's about to start huntin pretty soon. He got drawn (huntin talk for picked) for a an awesome deer/elk hunt in Nevada. Killen stuff always makes him happy.
Last week my BF, my friend Mrs. M and I took the kids to Columbia CA. It's an old mining town that was turned into a State park in the 30's. It was pretty awesome (even if it was 105degrees outside). The kids got to do a little gold panning, old timey bowling, candle dipping and we all rode the stagecoach (surprisingly enough it was my first time in a coach).
Here is TLC doing some gold panning.
All the kids at the Wells Fargo Staging area.
My BF getting ready to board. That's Mrs M in the window.