Since I'm jobless, I HOPE to be a bit better about posting here. 

Living out in the country has distinct advantages and disadvantages.  I love the peace and quiet, and the clean country air are awesome!  Plus, people are generally nicer.  What I hate are the lack of good shopping/eating establishments, the amount of time it takes to get anywhere, the bundance of bugs, and the 'critters'.

Just before Jeff and I headed out of town for almost 2 weeks, I was looking for a shirt to wear, and opened the drawer, only to find a mouse.  A live one.  I wanted to get another bath and wash everything in the house!  However, that wasn't the worst of my worries.

If a mouse can get in, so could a snake.  *shudders*

I'm not typically a person who talks about fears.  To me, fear is a sign of weakness.  I'm not fond of the thought of death.  (And I've been told if you're TRULY a Christian, you shouldn't be afraid.  COME ON!!!!  Anything 'new' or 'different' is a bit frightening.  And death isn't something you typically 'get' to do again.)  I fear being broke.  I fear losing all my teeth.  But snakes SERIOUSLY freak me out.  Don't care if it's a simple black snake (which actually kills poisonous snakes) or a garden snake, a snake is a snake is a snake.  The only good snake is a dead one.  My husband almost lost his life because of a snake.

I have never made any bones about my fear of snakes to him.  It's silly to try and hide things of that nature to your spouse.  Heck, he knew about that while we were still in the dating phase of our relationship.  SNAKES=BAD in my book.  Always have, always will.

Well, we'd been married just around 6 months.  We were outside, walking around the yard, looking at the plants and flowers.  We'd been having quite a lovely time.  Until...

My husband and I were around 5 feet apart and he happened to look down on the dirt driveway near the storage house.  He found a toy snake his kids used to play with.  Literally before thinking, he picked it up, yelled, "Look out!", and threw it at me.

Needless to say, I almost killed him.  The thought of divorce was high on my list at that point.  But murder would be so much easier than a lenghty court battle, or psychological evals.  I screamed, I cussed, and I hit him.  (I don't believe in spousal abuse, BTW, but he TOTALLY deserved this.)  I then proceeded to run into the house, into our bedroom, locking the door and cried, along with more screaming and cussing.  Hitting him changed to throwing things.  I think I did this for 2 hours.  At this point, I was exhausted.  Jeff stayed outside the bedroom door the whole time, apologizing.  Even after I left the bedroom, it was hours before I'd talk to him. 

Seriously, murder was looking pretty good.  I knew where the gun was, and I know how to shoot it.  Pretty good shot I am, too.  Truly, I am not a person who overreacts, but my fear of snakes is that great. 

To say that Jeff kissed my butt for the next few days would be an understatement.  But he learned when I say I'm afraid of snakes, I'm REALLY afraid of snakes. 

So, what are some of your fears?  I'd love to see what people say on this, so please, post! 

That's it for today! 

Hugs, y'all!
APril

Snakes will do it for me...

Two snake stories for you.

1. In high school, I blew up a snake with a shotgun or some big gun. I was out shooting with my bf, and he'd gone off to kill a rabbit. He told me to stay put and had me hold his big gun. I did, and then I saw a bit fat rattlesnake at my feet. I put the barrel of the gun on its head and pulled the trigger. Blew that snake into itty bitty pieces.

2. When I was pregnant with Bay, I went out to our hot tub, and there was a snake. I grabbed the dog, jumped in the car, and drove to my FIL's, refusing to come home until the snake was gone.

I. DO. NOT. LIKE. SNAKES.