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Category Archives: dumb things I do So I take a bit of pride in the fact that most of my fears are rational ones. You know, going bald, death by skiing, creaking doors in dark basements. But I have discovered a new fear. Do you know these spiderwebs? Funnel Webs. They are made by Grass spiders. Pretty harmless,... And since the Kids wanted to eat at Wingers (and I thought, “ack”) I ordered a side salad and ate it up. Then I pulled a little tray of tuna rolls out of my purse. Yea. Really. And I enjoyed them very, very much. Another great day in Mrs. Garloch’s classes. If I could teach JUST the honors students? Sign me up. So fun. So there are two main kinds of fears: Rational ones and Pathological ones. Rational fears are things like being afraid that the lion running toward you with his rabid spit foaming through all those sharp fangs just might, you know, want to eat you. Pathological fears are things like, well, being afraid of raisins. Once upon a time I wrote this: Here’s a thought: Don’t ask God to tell you what you need to work on unless you’re ready for full-scale, wholesale humiliation*. There’s a reason “humility” and “humiliation” are related. Ug. So here I am, wandering around thinking I’m okay, doing my best (in my lazy way) to be good... She’s Remarkable! She’s Capable of Stressing and Obsessing! She can take a concern and make it an emergency in a matter of three sleepless hours. She can go from Fine to Tear-the-Hair in seconds. Do you know something that’s No Big Deal? Never Fear! Hand it over to Anxiety Girl, and she’ll make it a Big... Once upon a time*, Husband made great hamburgers for dinner**. Yum. I prefer mine bunless (saving my calories for buttered popcorn, you know) and I finished first. So like a polite and well-adjusted person I went to rinse and stack my plate. But. I managed to kick Husband’s chair*** and say only “owie-owie,” as opposed to the... Like: There’s this beautiful new thing, and I want everyone to see it. Not Like: I invite a whole lot more people to come around at delivery when it’s a book. Like: There’s that gasp of surprise and delight to see it whole and shiny. Not Like: Much less mess. Like: I find myself telling people all kinds of... |
