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Showing posts with label fears. Show all posts

Monday, April 20, 2009

I don't have eyebrows...but I might have snakes

My feet have suffered this winter.
I ignored them, stuffing them in boots and socks for months.

I clipped nails once or twice, but over all, didn't mess with my toes.

So, now spring has sprung, it's time for open-toed shoes.
And that means pedicure time.

So, about a week or so ago, I had time for the much-needed pedicure.

I got the whole works.
Salt scrubs,
hot wax wraps,
lotion massage,
red polish,
it was WONDERFUL.

But the sweet young Vietnamese woman wanted to do more to me.
She wanted to give me a manicure.
I'm just so hard on my nails, I wasn't up for a manicure that day.

Then she looked at my eyebrows...and I could read the horror on her face.
So, I let her have her way with me...I mean, my eyebrows.

I'm kind of surprised there was anything to wax or pluck away (she did both).
I barely have any eyebrows at all
and the hair that is there is really light.
But apparently what was there needed tidying up.

Then she looked down..to my upper lip.

I almost started to cry.

I'm not hairy, people!
But some errant hairs are standing up and making themselves seen.
I'm devastated.

And then, I came home to this:





That's the door to our garage.

Oh, hell no.
That's it.
The garage is now dead to me.

I don't deal with snakes.


Saturday, January 3, 2009

A Tale of Terror

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This is King Kachi.
I've posted about him before.
He's my mom and stepdad's cat.

a remarkable cat who acts more like a dog.




Kachi doesn't like my dog, Annie.

He spies her coming and goes on the offensive...



My sweet Annie, who wouldn't hurt a flea, fears this cat.




When Kachi comes near, Annie gets still and scared.
She's terrified to move.

My 90lb dog is scared to move a muscle when the cat comes up to her.



Annie won't move until the cat leaves the room.




And then she pees in her pants.

Ok, not really, but practically.




What is it about this cat that he rules over dogs?
and it's not just my dog.

I know of four dogs Kachi has lorded over.



Grab a camera and a critter and join in the Camera Critters fun!


Camera Critters

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Where's the damn Yellow Brick Road?

What do you see in this ink blot?


I see two hunchbacked monsters without hearts, wrapped in shrouds, trying to yell at each other, like a creepy staring contest with yelling involved.

Is that what you see?
Are you as messed up as I am?



I've shared with you before that I'm starting therapy...
because I'm a mess and my marriage is a mess.
And not the easy kind of mess a Clorax Easy Wipe can soak up in 10 seconds.
Nope, it's a certified, complicated, dog-threw-up-combined-with-honey-and-flour-in-the-carpet kind of mess.

I had a great therapist back in Austin. Joel was my buddy, my confidant, and he knew how to keep it real. But, here north of Dallas I don't have a Joel, so I had to pick a newbie. And the guy I saw last week? I don't think he's the right therapist for me.

He wanted to talk about my childhood. I wanted to talk about my present.
He wanted me to look for the answer in my heart. I wanted to bash him over the head with his.

I don't think therapy should be a guessing game. When I'm ending most of my sentences as a question, that's not a good sign.

He told me to look deep inside me for the answer.
Damn it, if I could have done that, I would have, on my own without paying a fortune to do it in front of an audience.
I can't find the answer to my problems, the miraculous path I need to follow.


Follow the Yellow-Bricked Road.
Follow the Yellow-Bricked Road.
Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow,
Follow the Yellow-Bricked Road.

If only it were that easy!!

I'm screwed up! You're supposed to help fix me...not make me keep looking for non-existent, deep down (around my spleen maybe?) guiding feelings.

It was frustrating. I don't think we were on the same page.

(I think I'm going to regret sharing this much when I wake up Wednesday.)

This isn't your "what I'm thankful for" day-before-Thanksgiving post.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm thankful for a lot of things, but my life is a mess currently, and it's hard to see past that.
I'm not sure how to get back on track.
What I do know is that writing is a lifeline for me.
Blogging the same.



So I'm hanging on by my non-existent fingernails from the edge of a steep cliff staring at the alligators down below and hoping that I can somehow save myself.
I don't want someone else to save me...
but I might need a lifeline thrown...or a phone a friend...


You know, I feel better now, after vomiting my feelings onto the page.
I hope you don't feel worse now.
Sorry.

Thanks for listening.

What did you see in the ink blot?
What's at the end of your yellow-brick road?


Monday, October 20, 2008

Copycat Syndrome



I'm pretty sure I have copycat syndrome.
Apparently, all it takes is hearing about someone's phobia for me to take it on myself.

I was reading a post on Britt's blog, Quietly Chaotic, about her phobia of changing her shirt in the dark and how she starts to think there's someone in the dark about to strike her, and then she gets all tangled in her shirt while panicking.

Sounds horrible, I know, but all it took was me reading about this...

and now I have this phobia too.

Surely I'm not the only one who does this?
We've all seen a scary movie and had a horror scene imprinted in our brain.

I've had this happen a lot in the blogosphere.
I'll read something that will stick with me, good or bad.
You people can write some powerful stuff, and the best part is, it's true life.

I love learning about people through blogs. And I love learning more about myself in the process.

I play the meme game and fill out quirky or random facts about myself...and gain perspective on my life.



I go through old photos to scan and post, and end up discussing memories with my parents.

I've rediscovered my creative, goofy side that was dormant for a while.

So, while my copycat syndrome is an unfortunately result, it's a side affect I can handle when the positives far outweigh the negatives.

I've also discovered I really like interviewing people (and I have a big one coming up soon) as well as giveaways. I like to give and receive...

and I might be having a little surprise over here tomorrow.


Saturday, June 28, 2008

This Critter Crashed a Bachelorette Party - Camera Critters


Two years ago, my sister, The Bug, had a bachelorette party that ended up being a little unusual.
We went out to her finance's family's land in the hill country to spend the weekend and have fun.
It was the Bug and I and a handful of her close friends.
We had a blast, drank alcohol, played charades, and then discovered a critter under the porch.
Can you tell what that is?


Oh, yes, joy of all joys, a group of girls discovered a diamond back rattle snake under the house.
We were in the middle of nowhere.
And totally freaked out.
And drinking mimosas.

Helped arrived and pulled out a fire exstinguisher,

which apparently freezes the snake...or in our case, just slows it down a little.


Slowed it down enough for us to behead it.

I wish I could show you the rest of the pictures (which include the bride-to-be, Bug, dancing around in a veil, cowboy boots, and holding a mimosa while also holding a dead snake) but I'd have to get my sister's permission first. Maybe if you guys ask her nicely...

If you want to join Camera Critters on Sunday, grab a camera,

take a picture of any animal and post it online.

You don't have to tell a story, and one picture will do just fine.

I'm just wordy and have to tell a story.


Camera Critters

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The root of my fears


Let me start by saying, I grew up on a ranch in the heart of Texas, the Hill Country. It wasn't a huge, working cattle ranch, like Poineer Woman, but it was 100 acres with pastures, barns, a bluff, a dammed up creek and plenty of livestock and wildlife. I lived there until I was eleven.


My Strongest Childhood Fears:


1) The Rattlesnake. I don't know the story behind it (who shot it and where, what happened), but my parents had a real, stuffed rattlesnake that had been shot, taxidermied and displayed in our house. It was about 5 feet long and coiled up, ready to strike. To a little girl, it might as well have been a ten foot tall monster, a nightmare ready to come to life at any moment, something I ran past, not walked, inspired fear in the heart...well, not to all little girls, though, because my little sister, who is two and half years younger than I am, had no problem touching it, moving it around, playing with it. In fact, I remember her placing it under the covers of our house keeper/live-in nanny's bed. And, I remember that poor woman, let's call her Maria, screaming in horror when she found it. My sister wasn't being mean or malicious, just having fun...a trait she inherited from our mother, which is another story altogether for another day.


This snake inspired a nightmare, a reoccurring nightmare I had throughout my childhood, where I was alone in the ranch house, the doorbell rang, I answered the door and lo and behold, the snake was there and chased after me. It was a horrible, horrible dream and to this day when I get super anxious or stressed, snakes show up in my dreams, chasing me. I shudder even now, thinking about it.


2) Pool Drains. As I mentioned above, we had a dammed up creek on our property, very deep and big. My mom was worried about us drowning, so she made us fear water. I don't know what she told us or how she scared us, but I was scared of water and this made learning to swim a challenge, but I did and loved swimming. However, for some reason, I have a huge fear of drains...which are almost always in the deep end. I don't know if I fear being sucked in or fear something coming out of it...I don't know if I saw a movie that scared me or if this is some lingering affect from my childhood conditioning...note to self, find out how mom scared us away from water...


3) Tarantulas. I remember my dad driving us to school one morning, stopping in the middle of the road, hopping out of the car and coaxing a tarantula (huge, hairy spider) into a jar. These jars would end up in our freezer and then onto the display (with the rattlesnake). Eventually I realized the freezer was to kill the spider without harming it's body, so it was intact for display, but opening a freezer and seeing a huge hairy spider is a total freak out for some little girls (read here, NOT my little sister). My parents had some kind of weird fascination with poisonous creatures, I think.


4) The Dark. As is normal for lots of kids, I feared the dark. And, in the country, it is DARK. No streetlights, no city lights, no lights except the moon. And, our ranch house was a typical ranch house...long, one story, lots and lots of windows and sliding glass doors in just about every door that led outside. In fact, every night, before bed, my dad went from room to room making sure all doors were locked. Now, my room was on the opposite end of the house from my parents' room. So, if I woke up scared in the middle of the night, I had to run the length of the house to get to my parents. Oh, I ran alright, ran as fast as I could, leaping from my bed, so that whatever was underneath couldn't grab me, then ducking so that whatever was out there in the dark couldn't see me as I streaked by. I was propelled by pure, 100% fear.
I think I've mostly conquered my fears now. I can walk around my house in the dark without running or freaking out. I can touch a snake (as long as someone else is holding it) and I don't think I'd run screaming if I saw a tarantula. I swim fine in a lake or pool...although I try not to linger over the drain, I admit.
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