Apr 04 2008

Just along for the ride…

I usually avoid memes (meaning that nobody ever tags me so I feel like a tool for just doing them randomly), but when Pammer says type, you freakin’ type!

Da Rulz:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you.

2. Post these rules on your blog.

3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.

4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry.

(This is hard, because EVERYTHING about me is important. Obviously!)

Numero Uno: I wear a lot of black; not because it’s slimming, but because it’s the only color I don’t get bored with. And it hides toddler-caused stains really well!

Numero Dos: I used to have NO PROBLEM paying $200+ for a pair of shoes. Now I balk at $20. I don’t know if I should be ashamed or proud of myself.

Numero Tres: I hate MySpace, but I CAN’T LET IT GO!

Numero Quatro: I love the taste of Traditional Medicinal’s Pregnancy Tea, even when I’m not pregnant. I crave it.

Numero Cinco: I can’t stand it when people confuse they’re/their/there, your/you’re, its/it’s. At heart, I know it’s not a big deal, but it still bugs me. I guess I just don’t understand how hard it is to get it right!

Numero Seis: I have a really nice window at work, and I was excited when I was able to move to this desk specifically because of the nice window. However, now that I’m here, I hardly EVER open the blinds. The glare on my monitor is too bad! SUCKS. I might as well not even have it.

I tag:

ticknart

…because he hasn’t posted in a while

johnnylogic

…because I have no idea what he would list

elex

…because he needs to write more, no matter the subject

the princess

…even though I know she has a few arms and moments too few these days

sunshine

…because SHE needs to write more

jami

…because she’s awesome

Apr 04 2008

My Paranoia: Let me show you it!

Perhaps I have some “‘splainin’” to do regarding the whole shark/plane crash/Hawaii thing.

I have a paranoid fear of fish. It might be easily confused with a fear of large-ish bodies of water (into which category you’d have to include pools and hot-tubs, but not puddles or sinks) (unless you mean sinks full of dishes and soapy water where I would surely get sliced by an errant knife should I stick my hand in, which is totally why I don’t do dishes) (totally!), but that wouldn’t be true. No- it’s a fear of what could be and, if I am there, SURELY IS hidden in that water. It doesn’t matter a whit if I can see to the bottom and all sides- there is something in there that will hurt me or eat me. For this reason, I can’t even swim in pools alone- my fear gets the best of me.

And the plane crash thing? I don’t know- I guess I just feel so out of control on planes. I know a crash is unlikely, and I’ve successfully flown all over the world, but I get nervous every time. I’m not the person who is white-knuckled and gibbering, though. I keep it together just fine. It doesn’t stop me worrying about it at night, though.

As for all of your kind concerns about Hawaii: We are going to Kauai, which is one of the older of the islands and isn’t quite so active anymore. I’m not afraid of lava for some reason. Maybe because the last time we were there (on Hawaii proper) I walked on it while it was still pretty fresh- fresh enough to melt my sneakers anyway. It was stupid (apparently, I’m still stupid- it just took me 3 times to type stupid correctly there. First it was “tupid” then it was “atupid.” Actually, I kind of like “tupid.”), but it also wasn’t like we meant to. We also spun fresh lava into little pots, which was totally awesome. So lava? Not so much a fear.

The sunburn thing IS a fear, but one I can do something about. I have some of the palest, Irish, white-girl skin you’ve ever seen, and I sunburn like a mo-fo. Last time we were there, I DID get a horrible sunburn; so bad that I was ill and stuck inside the house. But I am 7 years older (holy crap- it’s been 7 years?) and a mom now. I’ll never let Cole out without sunscreen, and putting his on will help me remember to put mine on. I think we’ll be okay. Do you think our 55 spf will do the trick? I don’t want any chance of a tan. I embrace my cracker-ness.

So, while we’re at it, what else do I need to be worrying about? Do you have irrational fears? Of what? Do tell!