lots of girls get all germ-a-phobic when they have kids. i didnt. im not afraid of germs. if one of the kids' pacifiers fell to the floor, i might or might not wipe it off on my shirt before i put it back in their (screaming) mouths.
sometimes when food is recalled, eggs, for example, people get nervous. i dont. i go buy eggs by the truck load. im not scared.
my grandma sends newspaper articles to my house warning me about everything from preservatives in canned foods to baby carrots. i dont care. i throw them away and move on with my life.
there may be ladies who would never pick up a sledge hammer and start whacking away at their tile entry way. i did. i figure i can fix anything.
i have met a few folks who would feel that there was cause for concern if they saw their husband hanging from the kitchen ceiling kicking the beams down in order to 'fix it'. i laughed and grabbed my camera.
most people wouldnt grab a pair of scissors and cut their hair off to 2 inches long and dye it maroon. i. am. not. afraid.
i hyperventilate when bub drives on the really high up over pass.
i cant look when the kids ride the ferris wheel.
all of the sudden, im terrified of roller coasters.
anxiety attacks are familiar friends of mine - sometimes for no apparent reason.
i get the hee-bee-gee-bees when i see spiders. especially tarantulas.
to illustrate that last point, i will tell you the following story:
when i was mowing the lawn earlier today i stopped the mower and scurried across the yard as if some someone had poked me with a cattle prod. there it was. all wadded up in a fuzzy looking ball. i knew that it would have been at least 6 inches across if its legs werent bent up underneath it. -- well, if it had legs to begin with. bub was nice enough to point out that it wasnt a terrifying tarantula at all. it was a pine cone that had been run over several times. it was terrifying.
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