I know, I know, I talk constantly about my phobias. My most extreme fear is of spiders a.k.a arachnophobia. Yesterday, Gail At the Farm, profiled an Arkansas Tarantula. If you know ANYTHING about me you know that even looking at photos brings it back. So blame her, not me.
I became fearful at the age of three when I awoke from a nightmare and on my bed were hundreds of spiders... except, they weren’t spiders, but quilt tacking. My mom "killed" them (thanks, Mom), I went back to sleep just to be found sleeping behind the chair the next morning.
My spider fear has stayed with me through the years.
Fast forward in your time machine to 2003, please. It was 2 a.m. Sunday morn when I awoke with a bed mate, a brown recluse spider. Actually, after I captured that one (he bit me behind my knee), I found its mate hiding under one of the six bed pillows on my bed.
It’s a complicated story that involves steroids, sleeping with the lights on in my bedroom for one year, and a population under my house that decided to find its way into my house. But, enough of that....
Woman’s Day online magazine posted 10 Fascinating Phobias. Here are a few of my favorites:
Arachibutyrophobia—Fear of Peanut Butter Sticking to the Roof of One’s Mouth (I would say to these people--not to worry. Peanut Butter stuck to the roof of the mouth is an opportunity for a snack later.)
Mnemophobia—Fear of Memories (I am so glad that I don’t have to worry about this one. No memory here to fear.)
Optophobia—Fear of Opening One’s Eyes (I only have this phobia when faced with looking at myself in the mirror.)
Lastly (and we all knew this would happen one day): Nomophobia—Fear of Losing Cell Phone Contact (I can name at least five
I’m changing jobs.
There I said it. I don’t think there is any turning back now, since we will be interviewing for my IT position in the next week. I interviewed a few weeks ago for a new position and they gave me the position. I guess I didn’t think they would. I hope it’s the right decision to take a position I’ve only had general training for (a few years ago) but have no experience with, but when did that ever stop me? Oh…and no one to show me the ropes.
I know you want to know this...I lost a tooth filling Sunday while driving to my daughter’s house after church. Gum…chomp…dislodged entire filling. It's now a crater. But tell me this, how in the world can I make my tongue stop playing tag with the tooth? It’s driving me crazy.
That's my rambling for this Monday. Let's hear from you.