More Exciting things than this would happen.

Stock Photo not actual snake in House

   Typical Friday morning, I woke up took a shower, made some coffee, ate a bowl of cereal.   Tried to win a few Battle Ground matches in WoW. (Yeah I still play it.)  When suddenly out of the hallway it hear "Eww, Ian! come here quick! There is a snake in here. In front of my room!"  Well I was losing this BG anyway might as well go investigate what Wendy's mom sounded so worried about.  Sure enough there was a small snake laying quit lethargic looking on the carpet.  It was about 8 to 10 inches long.  Not what I would consider a big snake.

Now with snake grabbing action!

 I later identified it as a Bull snake, which can be as big as 8ft long.  So this was a baby.  I could tell already by the shape of it's head and coloring it wasn't venomous so I wasn't worried about it.  I asked Teresa to get me a stick or something I can use to grab it.  I had all intention of simply pinning it down and picking it up, but she came back with that As seen on TV gopher grabber thing. 

     Olist was very interested in the snake she walked up and sniffed it and then batted at it,  it moved a little but didn't really run off for me to have to chase it.  I was glad I didn't have to pick the snake up by hand. Not because I was scared of the snake, more because, when a snake is frightened, it's going to shit all over you and I didn't want that smell on my hands all day. So after shewing Olist away from trying to "play/kill" the little guy.  I picked him up and carried him outside.  Olist followed me like I was about to give her a treat. Which didn't make the snake very comfortable with its situation.  

The Courageous Hunter

It ended with out much any incident, nothing was injured except maybe Olit's play time, or the snakes sense of dominance over it's domain.  I headed to work, now telling Wendy is going to be the fun part.  All in all I'd rather be making the Kessel Run. You like me because I'm a scoundrel.

   - Ian

I just put a debt mark on my head, and my co-workers at the Bounty Hunters.

       In a some what fool hearty move, I've posted the link to this blog.  I am soon to be inundated with comments of poor grammar, poor spelling, and that thing you do when your keep tying bear instead of bare, which was just pointed out to me.  I know I'm going to regret doing this, especially since these guys currently are in need of entertainment.  I just provided  loads of it.  I'll probably have to update this more often than I do.  As of lately it has only been an update when I felt inspired to write something.   Now I'm sure I'll get semi regular visits to check on my updates, and what grammar and spelling errors I can make.  I've already developed a reputation for telling long boring pointless stories in our /b/ chat at work.  They kicked around the option to make a blog of these.  The idea was quickly canned with the knowledge that I would enjoy that kind of blog.  Thus riding them of the enjoyment of  torturing me with it.  I soon informed them that I already had a blog full of "Ian" stories.  I've made my bed now I have to sleep in it.

Speaking of which, in an attempt to get out off the house this weekend to find an air conditioned building to be in for a while I went to Handcock Fabrics with Wendy.  Suddenly I'm now the owner of a Star Wars, fleece throw.  I made it myself not sewing required, just sniping the dotted lines for fringe and tying them together for effect.  Ages 5 and up. Very comfy I recommend it when you'r AC is working or it is cool outside.

   Since I had previously forgot to inform my readers that the AC in the house broke over the weekend,  I now have.  It was awful,  I didn't get any sleep over the weekend, until the unit was fixed late in the afternoon on Sunday.   During that time, the stress level of my dear sweet Wendy was sky rocketing due to the heat.  I took everything she said in stride.  Naturally my ability to appear completely unconcerned about things caused her to become angry at me.  I knew in my head I had things under control, which is why things didn't bother me.  Of course the heat was uncomfortable,  I just prefer to remain in a state of "zen-like" calm.  It helps me deal with these situations.  Just like in moments of high distress I am always looking for a joke to make.  I am glad yet also frustrated that I don't deal with stress the same as what a "normal" person does.  I just need to come out of my own little world and tell Wendy, "Chewy and I got this, you two say here." I don't know who Chewy is yet in that but meh.   Just read and smile, that's all you're here for anyway.  You like me because I'm a scoundrel. 

Ian Serna