Perhaps No News Is Good News Today...

Since the 10:00 PM news came on tonight, I've been through a myriad of emotions after having already taken that ride after the national news was done. The AIG thing is … Well, I won't talk about it.

Then, our local news reported that anonymous calls had been made to our city police and the police in our neighboring town (20 miles away) stating that women should stay away from all of the Wal-Marts. It was stated the reason was reportedly that 3 women were going to be killed at one of them as a gang initiation. Whether or not this is true, do you think I'll be going anywhere near any of them? I avoid Wal-Mart at all costs anyway, but it still gives me a creepy crawly feeling up & down my spine. Holy Crap! I might not leave the house for weeks, now.

Last, I was saddened to hear that Natasha Richardson (of the newer 'Parent Trap' fame, but did many wonderful films & stage productions) has died from head injuries received during a snow skiing accident in Canada. The cause of death was not announced, but she had been hospitalized after suffering a devastating brain injury while skiing Monday.

If you want to read further you can click here. She was the daughter of Vanessa Redgrave and the wife of Liam Neeson. She will be missed.

I guess I won't ever be taking that dream skiing trip to The Bugaboos in Canada. I believe that window closed quite a while ago anyway. It probably closed away even before I left Aspen, which is where I left my bravado.

Golf, Snakes And Backaches...

My cartwheel incident during our trip to visit friends on the beach in Galveston, is still causing me some back pain, so I've been instructed to spend less time at the computer. Whatever. I simply cannot do that, although I will make a concentrated effort to not fall asleep in weird positions in said computer chair. Frankly, I just think most people get back pain at my age from almost any physical activity, including ironing. I hate to iron, so I just thought I'd throw that in for good measure. Perhaps I will just become accustomed to the pain, like I have my Planter's Wart, stomach ulcers, migraines, aging teeth and flat feet. I cannot imagine what it must be like to not have some kind of pain at all times. Nope. I guess I'll try to be a good girl.

It's been raining since Monday and supposed to continue through the weekend, so this is the ideal time for me to heal up. It's something like 70 degrees outside too, so I'm going to try and get over this since I won't be playing any golf anyway.

So, last week I played golf three days in row and I'm still trying to recover from it. Oh, and get this. On Friday I shot a 120, on Saturday a 105, and on Sunday a 102. Yes, Friday was a bitch. I have no idea what I did differently, but apparently I was doing something very different on Friday.

Anyway, on Saturday Mr. Snooty and I were on the 14th hole preparing to hit our second shots when Mr. S points over at my ball. I thought he was trying to show me where it was and I kind of snapped at him. "I see my ball, you idiot Dear." So he kind of gave me *A Look* then said "No you idiot honey. I mean look what's next to your ball."

You know the old saying "If it was a snake, it would have bitten you." Well, it was a snake. A baby snake about 15 inches in length and was a very delicate looking little thing. Of course, since I think every spider I see is a Brown Recluse, it only stands to reason that I also think every snake I see is a rattlesnake. Right? Well, luckily it wasn't a rattlesnake, but then I'm no expert either.

Being the crazy, obsessed dedicated blogger that I am, I had my camera with me, so I whipped it out and got a couple of shots of the snake, before I addressed my ball and absolutely smacked the snot out of it. It was the first time I had ever made a Bogie on number 14, when all I was trying to do was put as much distance as possible between myself and the snake. As quickly as possible. I'm assuming this means I need to be trying to get away from something throughout my every golf game.

We finally decided that it was a baby Bull Snake because it had no rattler at the end of its tail. However, it started coming at me when I was getting ready to hit the ball. So, I did not screw around. Nosirreeebob, I didn't. I reared back and smacked that ball with everything I had and without thinking about it. It was truly my longest 3 wood shot ever. Which made Mr. Snooty laugh. Ha Ha... Yes, it was so hilarious I forgot to laugh.