Hotie

You know I recently noticed a trend here in the Ol’ Valley –O –Paradise. It appears to get hot and stay hot for several months out of the year. When we suffer with temps over 100 it is very hot…

One doesn’t go out outside of the air-conditioning between 10 am and 5:30 pm, otherwise it would make it hard to get to home from work.

One leaves ones car windows cracked open otherwise they will crack open on their own accord, especially if they have a rock or sand chip/nick. And that makes it hard to see through the windshield when the sun (or headlights) are glinting and glaring across the big a$$ crack not to mention the ticket one can get for being cracked up.

One does not buy candles or crayons in the summer, unless one packs them the ice chest (not a reference to cold heartedness) next to your ice cream, milk, butter or other “cold” storage items from the grocery store. I’m sure I don’t have explain what a mess it is to try to clean melted crayons from car seats, floors, dashboards etc.

Here is a funny piece of Texas trivia after a month or so of over 100 degree temps one uses the term “it is not so hot today in fact it is darn near pleasant” when it dips into the upper 90s. Isn’t that just the craziest thing?

All this heat, heat, HEAT could almost inspire one to write a poem
Remember last year’s Biscuit Days and the year before Summer Haiku? And the ones before those were lost to “old Blogger”

And now it’s time for a heat hot poem

Dry Frio River

Longing for the days of drifting
On the Frio River
Its silver threads flowing
Over smooth stones
That now blister in the sun
Or fall into the cracked earth

River, O river come back us

Free yourself and spring
Once again from the hard ground
Roam our Texas lands
To chill bleached bones
And quench the thirst
Of your leathered inhabitants

Carpel Tunnel UPdate

I know y’all have been sitting on the edge of your seats to find out what’s going on with my carpels. So here for your enlightenment is an update…nerve test—‘why yes there is damage and your symptoms of pain, numbness and waking at night sure indicate carpel in left hand. But the right one is a blah blah nerve that runs out of your elbow. Do you want to try a shot of super expensive stuff before trying surgery on it?’
(2 visits with hand surgeon Dr, 1 visit with nerve test Dr & Tech)

Ok so scheduled the shot, which was not painful in the least, skeeter bites are worse. So anywho it was most likely gonna take a couple of weeks for it to take affect, if at all. How long would it last you may ask, I did, ‘we really don’t know maybe forever or not at all.’ And it has helped to stop the “whacked in the funny bone zinging pain that would last for hours go away then come back” so I suppose it has helped. Now I get weird pains, cramps and burning, oh and ya gotta love the knitting needled straight through the wrist or the numbness on the side of your hand, little finger & just one side of the ring. But it is better {smile}
(3rd visit w/ hand surgeon Dr)

So I go back for the follow up and tell him of the “new” pains and ask if the full nerve report is back so we can discuss surgery on the left hand (that I put off when I had the right one done back in ’02ish) on accounta it goes numb thumb, first & 2nd fingers and hurts and wakes me up at night even though I wear the brace. As if I did not tell him this on the 3 other visits. So we are gonna give right blah blah elbow nerve a bit more time for the expensive shot to work and cut up the left hand in October (for my honeymoon vacation).

(4th visit w/hand surgeon Dr)

Oh did I mention I get to see my primary Dr for clearance and a Cardiologist for clearance and the hand surgeon Dr one more time prior to surgery and again a week after surgery. And maybe next year I’llget my right blah blah fixed that is if the expensive shot didn’t’ work and the hysterectomy that I need but opted for the hand on accounta the amazing pains it offers where as the girly stuff is just messy and bitchy and all in my mind anyway… Does that sound like someone who wants to have surgery? I suppose I’m feeling bitchy or just crabby or maybe whinny at the moment cause well just cause I want to.

NO sympathy please just complaining, heck I already feel better.

So how’s all my dear internets doing?

Out and about nothings

I don’t know about you but seeing these ladies in the store window makes me want to rush right in and buy those outfits just so I too could put my nose in the air… Really high in the air so I would not have to smell anyone’s farts, ya know?

Ok so I got nothing, I’m as dry as the air around here but not anywhere near as hot. Not to say I’m not hawt, is that still a cool word to use? Hey I could show you one more photo…

This is a page of an altered book I’m doing. I know it is hard to see the teeny words on the left page and that is the point. They are there but so easily overlooked. Can you follow them onto the right page and read what it says? Well it’s clever in my mind even if not in yours.


And I’m spent…aren’t you?

Orange

A while back I was visiting blogs, which is my habit. Forgive me for not remembering where I saw this but I thought it was a pretty cool idea so I’m gonna copy it. That is the best sort of flattery isn’t’ it?


Anyways it was a photo collage based on color only. That is to say the only connection between the photos was the color. So for my first color I picked orange…




What do you feel when you see orange?

Bing Bong Boo

Ok, so I noticed a dear internet of mine, who will remain nameless as she knows who she is…anywho I noticed how many folks got to her blog by way of the bing.com search engine thingy. So I did just what I said I was gonna do and goggled “how to get binged” My choices were not so great.

So in answer to my google there is no answer. Onward and upward or over to bing.com and see what they have to offer… Pretty much nothing either

But beings how I’m the queen, I mean Queen of this valley I just straight up and binged Paradise Valley 2…Hell’s Mountain and it pulled up a post from January 2008. That’s it, no other listings for moi! And back to google where I at least had 3 listings.

I guess that just means I need to use some really weird phases like why do monkeys eat bananas, or what did dinosaurs do for a good time? You know weird stuff, rocks in your pants and dragonflies under your shirt. Purple paint on your door, oh wait that is so me. Hows about falling on you butt and tumbling head over heels to get a haircut. What about trees growing outta your roof or I have done the impossible or big pointy teeth and stupid things people do to get hits on their blog?

I love you my dear internets for not googling or binging weird crap like that. You don’t do you?

Summer Memories

I hope y’all are not finding my snake stories boring. They do get a little less skin crawly the further back I go in my memories. Maybe because they were not quite as close as this one or it could be they are old enough that they don’t pose a threat anymore. This snake expose' believe it or not does not involve a copperhead but it does contain one of my daughters.

It was a pretty summer day, snakes like summer days. My oldest daughter, an only child at that time, wanted to go out for a walk, she was almost 2, so I loaded her up in the stroller and off we went. We lived kind of back off the main road and there were no other houses around.

We were just chatting to each other you know how you do with young children. Picture it as I remember~~~ me in my young vivacious motherly kind of way, “do you see the pretty bird?” and she in her baby-toddler way of “burd.”
“Oh looky there is a yellow flower.” Said I
“Lawloo.” Said she.

We were just strolling along the dirt road like that for a few minutes. Then I spotted it. It was something weird. I stopped pushing the stroller, but little daughter thought nothing of it as she had a ‘lawloo flw’ in her hand. Humm, what the heck? Then it moved. Before that I could have sworn it was a stick just sticking up out of the ground. But no it wasn’t. I was a big black snake. I thought maybe a water moccasin or maybe a whip snake. I didn’t know other then it was black and huge, it stood up about 2 feet tall which meant it was really long as they cannot totally hold their bodies up on their tail.

Having now realized it was a snake and it had us in its eye, so to speak. I started backing up really slowly. My daddy’s words echoed in my ears, “Don’t move, jut back up real slow. Don’t turn around. Don’t run, just back up nice and slow.” I didn’t want to put it more on guard then it already was. I didn’t say anything-just keep backing up slowly and praying that little daughter didn’t start crying or kicking her little feet like kids normally do.

Finally when I felt like we were well out its way I spun the stroller around and keep an eye over my shoulder all the way back to the house. I don’t’ like coming across snakes. They are creepy and I have seen too many television shows telling me how dangerous they can be. And yet this too was not my first snake encounter.

I know, I know when will it ever end these snake stories or mine. Happy dreams my dear internets.

Dream a little dream

I’ve had some, dreams that is, haven’t you? But today’s post is about a special dream of mine. Come on and play along with me won’t you…

Ok so I had this weird dream the other night. My dear internets picture this if you dare…

Total darkness then suddenly I was walking through a house {who’s house?}. Beloved was beside me. “Ouch! I think I kicked something”, walking, walking tra la la tra dee la. Then I said out loud, “I think I cut my toe. It feels kinda stingy.”

Looking down I notice my little toe on my left foot is gone. There is no blood just a stub of a socket with a bit of bone and pinkish sort of meat. I glanced behind me and there it was. It was lying on a wooden floor. I pick it up and kinda played with it in my left hand. I said, “Honey you need to put a band aid on my toe or sew it back on.” Beloved said ok, but we just keep walking only now {dream poof} we were outside and the grass was wet and there was some sandy dirt sort of stuff. I started walking all goofy and stupid like (you know what I mean) so I wouldn’t get my little toe socket wet and dirty. Cause even in a dream I knew that would not be a good thing. Again I said, only louder, “Honey put a band aid on my little toe or sew it back on.”

{dream poof} Suddenly I woke up. I most likely really said it out loud. I sorta inherited my Dad’s talking in his sleep thang.

So what does it mean? I have not been able to connect it with anything going on in my life right now and that is why it bothers me so much. My dear internets could this really have been just some weird dream without any meaning, if there is such a thing?

What’s your opinion…ya got anything…come on tell me what y’all think