Archive for June, 2011

**I just noticed that I never posted this blog from April.  Looking back at the date, I see that this all occurred two days before precious Jackson’s arrival, so that may have something to do with why this post hung in cyberspace limbo…

I don’t like to think of myself as someone who scares easily.  Given my love for Halloween, horror movies, and spooky stories, I’ve always considered myself to be somewhat scare-proof.

Don’t you just love when God brings to light your actual reality?  I was obviously getting a bit too prideful about my “bravery”, because since we’ve lived in our new home, I’ve been reminded of a few things that make me squirm.  Cockroaches for one (thank you dear friend/realtor David for letting us know that the palm trees in the front of our house could be the culprit for those nasty, way-too-big-to-just-be-called-bugs garage invaders.  Eww!!), possums (we back up to a retention pond), and, when they are in a hoppy group of eight to ten, frogs.

Because of my silly, relentless pride, I was not quite willing to call my aversion to these creatures “fear”.  I convinced myself that I wasn’t scared.  I was concerned.  And rightly so!  They carry germs, and I have (almost!) two little ones to think about.  Nobody wants to see a possum in their back yard, and slimy little creatures are just gross.  That’s all it is. Definitely not afraid of anything.

Was I asking for it?  Um, definitely.  Cue the snake.

I was pulling weeds in our front flower beds this morning when I saw IT.  My hand got about three inches away from IT when IT quickly slithered in to some branches.  YIKES!!!

My next impulse (screaming like an infant) was interrupted when I saw my precious daughter walking outside to join me, and since I don’t want to pass on my foolish “concerns” to my kids, I feigned a completely relaxed look.  Too late.

“Mommy, what’s wrong with you?”

“Oh….nothing.  I just saw a snake.  That’s all.”

This bizarre look of excitement spread across my princess-obsessed little girl’s face, and she requested gleefully, “Ooh, can I see???”

What on earth?!  For those that have spent time with dear Jordan, you are quite familiar with a lot of her idiosyncrasies. She walks on her toes, she eats her meals one food item at a time, she is well-versed on everyone’s favorite color, and, as anyone who has tried to talk with her can attest, you can count on her to be cautious if not straight-up terrified of anything unfamiliar.

“Please, Mommy, can I see the snake?”


After she got a nice long look (and I was able to convince her that, no, she didn’t need to pet IT), Jordan trotted back inside, and I let go of the breath that I had apparently been holding for the past five minutes. I moved to the other end of the yard to continue weeding (no need to disturb Mr. Snake any further, right?), and after pulling about three more weeds and noticing that I could no longer spot the snake, I decided to call it a day.

I called Ryan to brag about my lack-of-screaming, and after he jokingly asked me if I’d “gotten rid of IT” (um, would you have to touch them to do that?  Then, nooooo…), he suggested I find a picture of what the snake looked like.  I might have been a bit generous to the snake when I reported of his size, and Ryan was concerned that we be ready should anything poisonous show up in our yard.  I sent him a picture, but for some reason he thought that maybe I didn’t see it quite clearly enough.  This looks pretty accurate to me:

Hmm…maybe I am afraid of snakes…


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