Jun 28th
Wednesday
I've finally stepped off my soapbox regarding my BloggyAward fiasco; they still suck the big one, but I want to stop talking about them.
What's done is done.
Moving on...
It's nice to see some new visitors stopping by and leaving comments. I happened to see my friend James the other day, unexpectedly. I obviously had to tell him about the blog. It seems a much better way of catching up with me for someone that hasn't seen me in some time.
I was listening to a favorite podcast today (Distorted View) and heard a story regarding a recent Maury Povich Show.
He had on a girl that was afraid of....um...err...pickles.
Click on the link above to go to YouTube and watch as she goes postal when Maury gets near her with a bumpy pickle.
Maybe she was beaten to within an inch of her life with a few Jewish half sours.
I don't know. I say she's nuts. The video is pretty hilarious.
I'm not afraid of much.
Whether it's the dark, horror movies, thunderstorms, lightning, funhouses, there's nothing at all in the way of fright for me.
However, show me a yellowjacket, white-faced hornet, bumblebee or a wasp -- basically anything that buzzes and has a stinger and I'll run for the hills like a little girl.
You should see me mowing my lawn . Somedays I look like I have some bizarre twitching disorder with the amount of jumping around that I do. Oh, I hate horseflies too.
Many years ago, I was playing a nightclub down on Cape Cod. It was summer and during the day we would all go to the beach. One day, I happened to get stung by a nasty horsefly on the side of my knee. That night my leg swelled up like a float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. And you want to talk about itchy? Oh, Gaad...
I was seeking out women with long nails that night.
(Puuhlease, scratch my leg? Pretty please?)
I had to wear shorts and sandals that night. I couldn't even break down equipment because I couldn't physically bend over for fear that I'd "rip" my leg.
I'm sure I was taking some kind of allergy pill for the swelling. Didn't matter though, the sucker wouldn't go down. When I got back home, with my big, fat and overly ripe leg, I went to the ER and told them about my problem.
One thing you never want to hear an ER physician say is, "Wow."
He looked at my leg and said it anyway and asked if I'd mind if he brought a few more doctors in to have a look. What the hell, I said, I'm cheap entertainment.
A different doctor came in to the room and bent down examining my leg. He pinged it, much like you would a fine glass made of crystal.
"Wow," he said, amazed (and oddly amused).
I was now two for two.
Your turn.
What scares the bejeezus out of you?
Be honest...
~m
ps. I'll be trying to catch up on my blog reading over the weekend.
These 12-14 hour days have been kicking my butt...
ps. I'll be trying to catch up on my blog reading over the weekend.
These 12-14 hour days have been kicking my butt...
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Maybe when she was young she had a unpleasurable experience with a pickle if you catch my drift :P
Ahhh, just waiting for the first “phallic” interpretation.
I went there too…
~m
I’m scared of the usual – something happening to Zoe, me getting sick, blah blah blah…There isn’t really anything that would make me from it. I do hate rats, I’m not scared of them, just detest them! I am scared that I’m allergic to some kind of insect or spider, I should really find out what. I react badly to insect bites and my whole leg swelled up after being bitten by a european wasp back in highschool. The worst by far was the night I ended up in hospital with an anaphalactic reaction to something. Not sure what. We’d ruled out food, meds and products I used. I was very lucky my throat didn’t swell up….the only thing we could come up with was something had bitten me, and considering the reaction that happens from a mozzie bite, thats probably the case!
LOL at the image of you mowing the lawns, would love to see a video of that one day :)
Cheers, Kelly
Keep a watchful eye on YouTube.
You never know what might surface. ;)
~m
I thought the same thing. Yikes!
I’m with you on the bees and anything that flies. Texas roaches give me the willies, too.
Yoiks, is right!
~m
I don’t think anything scares me…I mean really scares me. Well, things that can rationally happen don’t scare me. But I can concoct a whole bunch of stuff in my head that scares me. For example, being destitue and living out of a shopping cart, cancer or some other illness I’m sure I’m dying over. I’m completely irrational, and that scares me. I’m probably scaring you now.
How do you feel about Michael Jackson?
~m
I’ve always had recurring dreams that my children drown in a flood. I’m a really good swimmer, but for some reason, in my dreams, I’m not able to save them. That dream scares me.
I also don’t like being alone at night, when things go bump. And I hate bugs of any kind. The six-legged or eight-legged variety…they all get squished by me. I’m an equal opportunity squisher.
I was going to mention that too, Lass.
For me, my kids fall into another category.
More cataclysmic than just a scare, ya know?
Good observation.
~m
I don’t mind bugs, snakes or rodents (well, I’m not crazy about bats, having had several encounters) but I am TERRIFIED of heights. I can’t even watch scenes in a movie that are up high! “Vertigo” is the most frightening film I’ve ever seen.
Heights, huh?
How do you do flying?
That must be awful.
I was cleaning my in-laws gutters a few weeks ago.
The first few minutes high up on the ladder was a bit shaky.
I settled down after that.
Does anyone like bats? Eeeewwww…
~m
You got it Michael, you know ribbed for her pleasure ROFLMAO
:P
Michael sounds like you have a case of-Cnidophobia.
And I was thinking more in lines of a “vlassic” interpretation
People scare me. Social situations scare me. Seriously. I have a bad case of social phobia.