"HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT"

I know you think I am over-exaggerating my angst. You believe I'm hyping just for literary purposes. Admit it...you think it's fake. Well, I have proof that my fear and trepidation is for real.


Last spring Tex and I were cleaning out our attic one Saturday. Tex came down the steps holding this.





"What is this?" we both asked.


After a while, we hazily, sort-a-kind-a had a distant memory of the bat.


Fifteen years ago when we moved into this house it almost killed me. I said I was never moving again, that the only way I'd leave this house was to be carried out feet first. My sister helped me with that move 15 years ago and was still here when Dave left to fly a trip.



While we were putting things away we came across this bat and I must have said something like........





Brain storm. We painted the bat, wrote my sentiments on it and presented it to Tex when he came home from that trip. We all had a good yuck, the bat was put in the attic and forgotten......until that Saturday last year. It's been sitting in a corner in my kitchen since then.


I think it's an omen. Maybe we really didn't paint that bat 15 years ago. Maybe it just appeared in the attic. I'm pretty sure it's an omen and we're not heeding it. There is danger ahead.


As Pat Benatar sang in 1979, somebody needs to HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT.....FIRE AWAY!



Nervous Nellie

"HOME ON THE RANCH"

Everybody......all together now......let's sing! One-----Two----Three

OH, GIVE ME A HOME,

WHERE THE AOUDAD SHEEP ROAM

WHERE THE DEER AND THE TURKEY,

THEY PLAY

WHERE SELDOM IS HEARD,

A DISCOURAGING WORD,

(execpt from Nervous Nellie)

AND, THE SKIES ARE NOT CLOUDY ALL DAY.

(Well, sometimes they are)

HOW OFTEN AT NIGHT,

WHEN THE HEAVENS ARE BRIGHT,

DO THE COYOTES HOWL AT THE MOON?

HAVE I STOOD THERE AMAZED,

AND ASKED AS I GAZED,

WILL THE COYOTE EAT THE RACOON?

HOME, HOME ON THE RANCH,

WHERE THE DEER AND THE TURKEY, THEY PLAY.

WHERE SELDOM IS HEARD

A DISCOURAGING WORD.

AND THE SKIES ARE NOT CLOUDY ALL DAY.

Nervous Nellie

ONLY INK, NOT STONE

We're in limbo here, awaiting bids on the house from a couple builders. We know who we want to use...just need to get competitive bids to make sure we're in the ballpark.

Here are a few of the architect's sketches. These are just sketches, with no input from us. We know it will be a stone exterior but have no idea what kind. I'm not fond of these garage doors either. But, all that will be decided at a later date. UGH!

Front

Back

Inside, looking from entry into family room

I designed the layout of the house and the architect put it to paper. Just because I came up with the floor plan doesn't mean I'm gung-ho about this. If this IS going to happen, it will happen with my input. But, nothing is set in stone yet.....it's only ink right now.

We still have time to yell "FIRE!" and get out of the theater.

Somebody.....anybody......pleeeeeeeze holler "FIRE!!!!!"

Nervous Nellie

MORNING SICKNESS....

....that can last all day. Zero, zilch, nada was the response I got begging for a surrogate. I was terribly disappointed.



Now I find myself "having a house" in about 7 months and this time the morning sickness has me paralyzed.

No, we do not have a Shih Tzu who sleeps on a pillow in our bed. That's me trying to avoid the world and not wanting to face the day.

I don't sleep soundly many nights. The Building Boogieman creeps into the bedroom around 2:00 AM and bonks me on the head. He then retreats to a corner and laughs at me as I toss and turn until the alarm goes off at 5:30.

Sleeping pills? A couple shots of hooch before bed? Nah. That would make me feel twice as bad the next day. Let me know if you have any suggestions. I'm thinking the response to my plea will be as productive as my request for a surrogate. Zero, zilch, nada. Am I on my own here?

Nervous Nellie