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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Fear Bird: Part 2
7. HEIGHTS.
You all know what I'm talking about. That inherent impulse to throw yourself off the edge of a cliff. Or slip beneath the guard-rail on a Ferris Wheel. Or lean a little too far over the banister of a stairwell. Edward Abbey, an American author and essayist, believed that this "pull of the heights" displayed humans' latent acrophilia (getting aroused from high altitudes). Edgar Allen Poe had a term for it--the Imp of the Perverse--"a metaphor for the common tendency to do exactly the wrong thing in a given situation; the impulse is compared to an imp (a small demon) which leads an otherwise decent person into mischief" (Wikipedia). To be honest, the naughty urge to put myself in danger Freaks. Me. Out. Now if you'd please excuse me for a moment--I'd like to eject the contents of my stomach.
8. Creaks and whumps in the dark.
Not knowing what that sound was or where that sound came from scares me.
While I acknowledge that I've seen too many scary movies AND have a highly active imagination, you try telling me that "it's all in my head" when it's 3AM, dark in the house (except for the moonlight coming through the window-shades and stretching shadows across the walls), and there's a steady creaking on the wood floors downstairs. An intruder's footsteps? Or just Dobby?
Was that the shadow of a Peeping Tom? Or just shadow puppets?
The dark is confusing. And disorienting. So what it really comes down to is the question What's real?
It's the possibility of that whooshing sound being a whisper, that blurry black blob being a person, that *click* being a door shutting that's scary.
Point is: invest in nightlights. And a bat.
9. The ocean. (My friend, B, a native Baltimoron, is gonna raise hell about this one).
I know, I know, the ebb and flow of the ocean is scientifically proven to relax people and the sound of crashing waves quiets a busy mind. I've sat on the beach and have fallen asleep to the waves' predictability and hum, so I see those statements as fact. However, this doesn't relax me...
...nor does this...
...or this, for that matter...
And this just looks like a "slam you into the ocean floor and force gallons of salt water down your throat" type situation...
Stresses. Me. Out.
I'm sure many folks, my friend B included, will argue against my ocean-phobia, claiming that my being from a land-locked state is to blame. But I've taken plenty of vacations to the beach and have had plenty of opportunities to experience the alleged glory of the sea. And you know what I've walked away with? Sand-scrapes, salt-ridden innards, and jelly-fish stings. Yikes, I say. "I scared!!!"
10. Drugs.
My motto: if it has to be meticulously dosed/measured and if it can't be mixed with a variety of other substances, then STAY AWAY.
I'm the first to admit that all bodies behave differently. I have a hyperactive stomach and a buttload of allergies, for instance. I ain't foolin' with no "foreign additives" or "unpredictable side-effects." No way, no how.
And because that last one was a bit of a downer (pun intended), I'm also afraid of...
11. NO CAFFEINE!
If I weren't already married (to a bomb-of-a-babe, no less), you'd have free reign to taunt me with, "If you love it so much, then why don't you marry it?" Seriously, me + caffeine = heaven. A very functional, alert, and happy, happy heaven :)
If you've got some free time this weekend, please pray for my family and I (shout out, Yartzs!) as we attempt to run far (too far) :-/
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8. Creaks and whumps in the dark.
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| http://designartwall.com/2009/05/35-free-dark-backgrounds/ |
While I acknowledge that I've seen too many scary movies AND have a highly active imagination, you try telling me that "it's all in my head" when it's 3AM, dark in the house (except for the moonlight coming through the window-shades and stretching shadows across the walls), and there's a steady creaking on the wood floors downstairs. An intruder's footsteps? Or just Dobby?
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| crosslandteam.com |
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| camping-field-guide.com |
It's the possibility of that whooshing sound being a whisper, that blurry black blob being a person, that *click* being a door shutting that's scary.
Point is: invest in nightlights. And a bat.
9. The ocean. (My friend, B, a native Baltimoron, is gonna raise hell about this one).
I know, I know, the ebb and flow of the ocean is scientifically proven to relax people and the sound of crashing waves quiets a busy mind. I've sat on the beach and have fallen asleep to the waves' predictability and hum, so I see those statements as fact. However, this doesn't relax me...
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| http://blog.imjonas.com/ |
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| http://minniecity.tumblr.com/ |
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| http://phobiia.tumblr.com/page/2 |
And this just looks like a "slam you into the ocean floor and force gallons of salt water down your throat" type situation...
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| http://holesinhappiness.tumblr.com/page/7 |
I'm sure many folks, my friend B included, will argue against my ocean-phobia, claiming that my being from a land-locked state is to blame. But I've taken plenty of vacations to the beach and have had plenty of opportunities to experience the alleged glory of the sea. And you know what I've walked away with? Sand-scrapes, salt-ridden innards, and jelly-fish stings. Yikes, I say. "I scared!!!"
10. Drugs.
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| http://thexinfinatexabyss.tumblr.com/ |
My motto: if it has to be meticulously dosed/measured and if it can't be mixed with a variety of other substances, then STAY AWAY.
I'm the first to admit that all bodies behave differently. I have a hyperactive stomach and a buttload of allergies, for instance. I ain't foolin' with no "foreign additives" or "unpredictable side-effects." No way, no how.
And because that last one was a bit of a downer (pun intended), I'm also afraid of...
11. NO CAFFEINE!
If I weren't already married (to a bomb-of-a-babe, no less), you'd have free reign to taunt me with, "If you love it so much, then why don't you marry it?" Seriously, me + caffeine = heaven. A very functional, alert, and happy, happy heaven :)
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| Toasting Erin Y... |
Monday, May 2, 2011
Fear Bird: PART 1
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| http://community.livejournal.com/randompictures/10458933.html?#cutid1 |
What do you think of that title, eh?
"Fear Bird" instead of "Free Bird."
Pretty witty, no?
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Yeah, I know--cheese-ville
:-/
I'll just get to the point then.
Things I Fear:
1. FRIGGIN' SPIDERS.
I take issue with their general appearance (all those spindly legs are yucko), but mostly, I have a problem with how creepily quick they are. How dare they scuttle away from the Kleenex I'm trying to smush them with! Last but not least, I can blame the character Arachne in the Broadway musical "Spiderman" for putting the icing on the cake...
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| http://adamthinks.com/tag/spiderman-on-broadway/ |
That picture gives me the heebie-jeebies. If you weren't afraid of spiders before...Yikes. I better post some other pictures just to get that image out of our heads...
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| http://www.digital-photography-school.com/how-to-photograph-pets |
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2. Getting stuck in the routine and monotony of everyday life.
As much as I dislike the phrase "C'est la vie," it is the motto to crack the daily drab. While there's plenty to be said for keeping one's house clean and picking up the dry-cleaning and going grocery shopping, in my opinion, there's more to be said for breaking routine and going out to dinner instead! Or renting a movie! Or sitting on the porch and drinking a homemade cocktail! Life ain't all about dotting the i's and crossing the t's...it's about feeling vibrant and buoyant! A little bit of spur-of-the-moment does a body (and soul!) good.
3. Running out of snacks.
For reals, people. No snacks + Erin = !*%#
4. My friends and family not knowing how much I love them.
While I'm one of those people who tries to say "I love you" at the end of every conversation, making that love known involves more than words. Waiting on them hand and foot, sending "You can do it!" text messages, randomly hugging or kissing them, bringing them a treat, planning events around their interests...I want to make it known that I think about them. A LOT. And that they're well within my life's orbit--they're my multiple suns, in fact. I don't ever want them to second-guess my feelings for them or feel out of touch.
5. Struggling to get off tight clothes and/or jewelry.
One word: CLAUSTROPHOBIA. No, make that two words: LAMAZE BREATHING. Good God if I don't start hyperventilating when that damned shelf-bra tanktop won't come off. Or when that thick-banded, heavy ring starts turning my finger purple. Just thinking about it is making my chest tighten! Get. It. Off. NOW!
*Though I'm sure there are folks out there thinking, "Don't be afraid; it's all in your head," I gotta say that I feel good about acknowledging my fears. Knowing what they are keeps me from taking the easy path and avoiding them. Knowing my fears keeps me from holding back instead of living. Admitting my (many) Achilles' heels keeps me from narrowing my world.
Speaking of Achilles' heels...
6. A world without dogs!
Can you even believe the cute factor of those puppies above? How about this one's cute factor?
It's Bishop's birthday today!
This 1-year-old is gonna get spoiled
with strawberries and watermelon!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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