West Texas

You might be wondering where in the heck I live now.  I'm in a little town west of Plainview TX and northwest of Lubbock TX.  I'm south of Amarillo and have only a 1 hour drive to New Mexico.  It's a wonderful area known as 'West Texas'.  We all claim one another.  If you were to ask someone from Lubbock if they were from Amarillo they'd say "No, but I have an aunt/sister/brother who lives there".  See?  We're all family out here.  If you need help the people of West Texas will make it happen and by the end of the day the whole town will know your name. 

My mom sent me this beautiful video featuring a photographer's view of West Texas.  I hope you enjoy the video below.  I watched it yesterday morning and it reminded me of what I love about this place.  No buildings, no roads, just God's great earth, wild animals and nature.  NONE of these pictures are of my small town.  But I've been to the Palo Duro Canyon and it is beautiful.  I am definitely in the market for a high end camera so that I can feature my small town as the gem it is.  Enjoy the peace and quiet in this 5 minute video:



Livin' in West Texas in my High Heels!

What's for sssssupper?

I've officially 'Gone Country'.  Farmer's dad showed up from work with a sealed shut box.  Not that big of a deal right?  Until the box starts hissing at you and you realize there is a rattlesnake inside it! 

Let's reference our 'Girls Guide to the Wilderness' here and learn a little about rattlesnakes...

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Nevermind! That thing looks scary let's skip to the safety section!!

• venomous
• leading cause of snakebite injuries
• cause of 82% fatalities (if untreated)
• rarely bite unless provoked or threatened
• must seek medical care immediately

Well, Farmer has him in a plastic bucket with no air and no view of the outside.  I'm guessing this snake feels threatened and provoked.  To be the loving fiance I am I agree to looking at the snake, but only after I am safely behind our glass door separating him and the snake to the outdoors and me indoors.

The poor snake died the next day.  A famous old wives tale out here says:
                  Kill the snake, bury the head and hang the body.  Rain will come soon.
West Texas is DRY so I agree to this slaughter but I did not agree to what happened next! 

We cooked the snake.  I marinated it in oil, vinegar, wine and spice for two days (we went out of town) and then fried it in a pan.  Mentally I couldn't bring myself to enjoy the snake meat.  But I did taste it.  It was quite chewy and sticky.  Farmer liked it, he said it tasted like chicken.  And Farmers Grandmother knows all the wise tale stories about eating snake so she gobbled it all up. 

Farmer did skin the snake so we have a 3 foot snake skin I have no clue what to do with and a 8 rattle tail.  Next time he brings home a box it better be chocolate!


Grits!