Tuesday, May 25, 2010

She considered a field...and bought it.

Let it be known that on May 25, 2010, I purchased my first home.
It was a long and winding road that ended here - Omaha Title and Escrow. Isn't their part of the sign a bit small? I thought so, too.
The paperwork made sure to point out the fact that I'm single.
As if I wasn't aware.
But when I came home tonight and greeted my house, I knew it was mine. All mine.

And I love it!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Paige vs. the Snake

A few weeks ago a terrorist visited my home.
I didn't consider the snakes to be terriorists until that afternoon, when one took it upon him or herself to slither through the slats of my back porch.
I declared war.
My dad and I (and my valient little brother, Snickers) went on a snake hunt. We looked in all corners of the property - under bricks, vines, leaves, bushes, and finally by the deck - the most likely of all locations. We found two snakes pretty quickly, but they wriggled under the deck before my dad's weapon of choice could snag them.

Here's Snickers, trying to find them for me.

Some hide under these bricks.

The next day Natalie and I found this in the very spot I first found a snake. Its skin
seems to be a form of mockery of the snake's part: "You'll never catch me!" I see it as a foreshadowing:
I got this; I'll get you next!"

I had two plans of attack: mothballs, and this cat, who has taken it upon himself to live under the front porch, meow incessantly, and NOT catch the rascally snake.

Today, I was out watering plants and I saw this in the very spot I had earlier spotted the snake skin:

Yes, folks, that is a dead, headless snake.
Vengeance is mine.