Long Time No Blog
I guess it’s true. I suck at blogging. Royally suck. Last blog was in December. I wonder if you get kicked out of blogger if you don’t update after so long? Anyway, I figured it was time.
Snapshot of the last four months. Illness, car repairs, more illness, car accident, allergies, cold, conjunctivitis and more illness.
And baseball. Always baseball. I love my Rays. FanFest back in February was awesome. It would have been MORE awesome if the idiot that I am could have taken some better pictures of Matt Garza. LOVE me some Matt Garza. He’s our #2 starting pitcher in our rotation. Easy on the eyes and is TALL. WAY TALL, 6’4” tall. I’ve already been to two games this season and must say, I can’t wait to get back to the ballpark again for even more games.
Oh and then there’s the little rat snake that got into our office. Never saw grown women act like that (well, I have but it’s still funny). They came to get ME. ME!?! I asked what they were waving their hands wildly and mincing around on their toes about. A snake. A little baby rat snake slithered into the office through the crack at the bottom of the back security door. I was the one delegated to remove said snake from the office. Not one of the men. Me. Half of the women wanted the poor little thing dead. I’m the type that catches bugs and returns them outside, so I figured if the snake was going to live it was up to me. It wasn’t nearly as entertaining as Hath’s chipmunk tale, but me and the snake were doing fine until one of the women decided to ‘help’. When she crossed in front of the little guy he made a left. That Left was most definitely NOT Right. It led to the room where we keep our computer servers. And I knew what would happen if the computer geeks got a hold of him. We’d have one dead snake.
Sooooo, I went in search of a way to catch him without getting bit again. Oh, did I leave that out? Yeah, baby snake was faster than me. I identified what kind of snake he was before I even attempted to pick him up. Still, tried to grab him behind the head so little snaky teeth wouldn’t find fleshy skin and missed. Badly. He hauled off and sank his little teeth into my thumb. They were such little teeth though they barely broke the skin and I did wash it thoroughly, used hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic ointment AFTER I was done with my rescue mission.
One plastic drink cup, a flyer, a tile floor that he was having trouble slithering on and some determination got one little snake into the cup and then outside where he belonged. On grass. On the other side of the wall. Where he’d have a devil of a time finding his way back into our office and another rescue mission. And wouldn’t you know it? My boss (female) was worried I’d been poisoned by the snake. Another told me that their mouths were septic and I’d get this horrible infection. Instead my allergies and the pollen have been worse on me than any little snake. Did I mention I used to have a pet rat snake years ago? Yeah. Well, they were about the same size, but mine was a red rat snake.
Anyway, that’s about it. Oh yeah and there’s this little thing coming up this weekend. Bon Jovi. Uh huh. Two shows. Two nights in a row. I. Cannot. Wait!!!! No following the band around this tour. I just don’t have the spare cash. But two shows. Two nights in a row. THAT I can manage, even if one of them I’m sitting in the nosebleeds. I can deal. And I'll review both shows once I've come down from the Jovi high.
Snapshot of the last four months. Illness, car repairs, more illness, car accident, allergies, cold, conjunctivitis and more illness.
And baseball. Always baseball. I love my Rays. FanFest back in February was awesome. It would have been MORE awesome if the idiot that I am could have taken some better pictures of Matt Garza. LOVE me some Matt Garza. He’s our #2 starting pitcher in our rotation. Easy on the eyes and is TALL. WAY TALL, 6’4” tall. I’ve already been to two games this season and must say, I can’t wait to get back to the ballpark again for even more games.
Oh and then there’s the little rat snake that got into our office. Never saw grown women act like that (well, I have but it’s still funny). They came to get ME. ME!?! I asked what they were waving their hands wildly and mincing around on their toes about. A snake. A little baby rat snake slithered into the office through the crack at the bottom of the back security door. I was the one delegated to remove said snake from the office. Not one of the men. Me. Half of the women wanted the poor little thing dead. I’m the type that catches bugs and returns them outside, so I figured if the snake was going to live it was up to me. It wasn’t nearly as entertaining as Hath’s chipmunk tale, but me and the snake were doing fine until one of the women decided to ‘help’. When she crossed in front of the little guy he made a left. That Left was most definitely NOT Right. It led to the room where we keep our computer servers. And I knew what would happen if the computer geeks got a hold of him. We’d have one dead snake.
Sooooo, I went in search of a way to catch him without getting bit again. Oh, did I leave that out? Yeah, baby snake was faster than me. I identified what kind of snake he was before I even attempted to pick him up. Still, tried to grab him behind the head so little snaky teeth wouldn’t find fleshy skin and missed. Badly. He hauled off and sank his little teeth into my thumb. They were such little teeth though they barely broke the skin and I did wash it thoroughly, used hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic ointment AFTER I was done with my rescue mission.
One plastic drink cup, a flyer, a tile floor that he was having trouble slithering on and some determination got one little snake into the cup and then outside where he belonged. On grass. On the other side of the wall. Where he’d have a devil of a time finding his way back into our office and another rescue mission. And wouldn’t you know it? My boss (female) was worried I’d been poisoned by the snake. Another told me that their mouths were septic and I’d get this horrible infection. Instead my allergies and the pollen have been worse on me than any little snake. Did I mention I used to have a pet rat snake years ago? Yeah. Well, they were about the same size, but mine was a red rat snake.
Anyway, that’s about it. Oh yeah and there’s this little thing coming up this weekend. Bon Jovi. Uh huh. Two shows. Two nights in a row. I. Cannot. Wait!!!! No following the band around this tour. I just don’t have the spare cash. But two shows. Two nights in a row. THAT I can manage, even if one of them I’m sitting in the nosebleeds. I can deal. And I'll review both shows once I've come down from the Jovi high.
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