My dh says roaches will be next!
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Those are my only phobia.
I'll play with snakes, mice, rats, centipedes...
Put one of those things in front of me, and I scream like a little girl and start crying. I can't unclench my butt now that you've mentioned them.
Those are my only phobia.
I'll play with snakes, mice, rats, centipedes...
Put one of those things in front of me, and I scream like a little girl and start crying. I can't unclench my butt now that you've mentioned them.
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Those are my only phobia.
I'll play with snakes, mice, rats, centipedes...
Put one of those things in front of me, and I scream like a little girl and start crying. I can't unclench my butt now that you've mentioned them.
LOL! I grew up on the farm, and you couldn't be squeamish about this stuff. There is very little I am afraid of. I don't much care for grasshoppers down my shirt, or mice crawling up the inside of my pantleg, but ROACHES! EW!
When I was in high school my little brother caught one and put it on the collar of my dress from behind me. My dress was a "shift" type dress. I remember screaming and in one fell swoop that dress came off over my head... right there in the living room in front of everybody. There I was, standing there in my slip. I still managed to catch the little far* and clobber him. He still laughs about it.
(P.S-In spite of that I still love my little brother... all 6' 3" of him!)
Those are my only phobia.
I'll play with snakes, mice, rats, centipedes...
Put one of those things in front of me, and I scream like a little girl and start crying. I can't unclench my butt now that you've mentioned them.
LOL! I grew up on the farm, and you couldn't be squeamish about this stuff. There is very little I am afraid of. I don't much care for grasshoppers down my shirt, or mice crawling up the inside of my pantleg, but ROACHES! EW!
When I was in high school my little brother caught one and put it on the collar of my dress from behind me. My dress was a "shift" type dress. I remember screaming and in one fell swoop that dress came off over my head... right there in the living room in front of everybody. There I was, standing there in my slip. I still managed to catch the little far* and clobber him. He still laughs about it.
(P.S-In spite of that I still love my little brother... all 6' 3" of him!)
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Amy's is a great idea! Lets do it
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Those are my only phobia.
I'll play with snakes, mice, rats, centipedes...
Put one of those things in front of me, and I scream like a little girl and start crying. I can't unclench my butt now that you've mentioned them.
LOL! I grew up on the farm, and you couldn't be squeamish about this stuff. There is very little I am afraid of. I don't much care for grasshoppers down my shirt, or mice crawling up the inside of my pantleg, but ROACHES! EW!
When I was in high school my little brother caught one and put it on the collar of my dress from behind me. My dress was a "shift" type dress. I remember screaming and in one fell swoop that dress came off over my head... right there in the living room in front of everybody. There I was, standing there in my slip. I still managed to catch the little far* and clobber him. He still laughs about it.
(P.S-In spite of that I still love my little brother... all 6' 3" of him!)
That's the thing- if you know me, you'll know squeamish isn't a word applied to me...except regardingthose things.
I'm the least girlie girl I know. I wield power tools with confidence and toss a feed bag over my shoulder in a heartbeat. I'll take a grown man to the floor in one quick move (loved martial arts as a little girl) and I did construction for 2 summers FOR FUN. My dad was a mechanic with 4 daughters...so I was his only son.
put one of those things in front of me and I'm a wuss in exponential measures
Those are my only phobia.
I'll play with snakes, mice, rats, centipedes...
Put one of those things in front of me, and I scream like a little girl and start crying. I can't unclench my butt now that you've mentioned them.
LOL! I grew up on the farm, and you couldn't be squeamish about this stuff. There is very little I am afraid of. I don't much care for grasshoppers down my shirt, or mice crawling up the inside of my pantleg, but ROACHES! EW!
When I was in high school my little brother caught one and put it on the collar of my dress from behind me. My dress was a "shift" type dress. I remember screaming and in one fell swoop that dress came off over my head... right there in the living room in front of everybody. There I was, standing there in my slip. I still managed to catch the little far* and clobber him. He still laughs about it.
(P.S-In spite of that I still love my little brother... all 6' 3" of him!)
That's the thing- if you know me, you'll know squeamish isn't a word applied to me...except regardingthose things.
I'm the least girlie girl I know. I wield power tools with confidence and toss a feed bag over my shoulder in a heartbeat. I'll take a grown man to the floor in one quick move (loved martial arts as a little girl) and I did construction for 2 summers FOR FUN. My dad was a mechanic with 4 daughters...so I was his only son.
put one of those things in front of me and I'm a wuss in exponential measures
Well, chooks, I guess we have that in common. I started driving a combine for my Dad on custom harvest runs when I was 13 years old. (The 3 oldest in my family were girls, and we all worked like men, and better than most of the guys my dad hired.) I did that every summer until I went to college. I grew up hunting, and I eat what I hunt. I have out shot every one who has ever challenged me. I can shoot, field dress, process and cook a deer to perfection. I can run a trot line and clean a 40 -50 lb flathead with no problem.
I was an anesthetist for 17 years and could take care of the biggest, bloodiest trauma brought in.
When I met my husband I was the only girl he had ever met who had her own chain saw, table saw and full assortment of shop tools.
But I have my quirks, too. Yes, I hate roaches. They just give me the creeps. Just about the only thing that will make me nauseated, however, is plucking a chicken. I think it goes back to when I was a kid and we would process 50 at a time. I got to do the dunkin' and pluckin'. Just thinking about that smell gets to my stomach even now.
I really sneak away when it comes to cleaning any kind of bird. Just bring them to be bare. I can take care of it from there.
I was an anesthetist for 17 years and could take care of the biggest, bloodiest trauma brought in.
When I met my husband I was the only girl he had ever met who had her own chain saw, table saw and full assortment of shop tools.
But I have my quirks, too. Yes, I hate roaches. They just give me the creeps. Just about the only thing that will make me nauseated, however, is plucking a chicken. I think it goes back to when I was a kid and we would process 50 at a time. I got to do the dunkin' and pluckin'. Just thinking about that smell gets to my stomach even now.
Good grief, I think I've finally found my soul-sisters! I thought I was the only chainsaw, power-tool wielding, non girly- girl out there! And though I love my power tools and being independent, I have long blond hair, wear make-up just found the CUTEST new purse, and HATE spiders
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With the exception of spiders (which I ADORE!!) you guys are the BESTEST BUDDIES EVAH!!!
I replaced my hubby's clutch slave-cylinder one night after we started dating, as a sign of affection- he got in the jeep after work and was like, "???"
I giggled, thinking I was clever. He was FURIOUS!
It was our first fight, one of the only ones we've had, and rather than thinking it was cool to have a girl fix his car, it was a massive blow to his masculinity.
...he's gotten over that. He loves that I'm no helpless waif, and he's proud of how capable I am. I just have to let him carry heavy things for me and open doors occasionally, and it's all good.
I do have to paint all of my tools pink, though, because I can never find them when he's used them...
With the exception of spiders (which I ADORE!!) you guys are the BESTEST BUDDIES EVAH!!!
I replaced my hubby's clutch slave-cylinder one night after we started dating, as a sign of affection- he got in the jeep after work and was like, "???"
I giggled, thinking I was clever. He was FURIOUS!
It was our first fight, one of the only ones we've had, and rather than thinking it was cool to have a girl fix his car, it was a massive blow to his masculinity.
...he's gotten over that. He loves that I'm no helpless waif, and he's proud of how capable I am. I just have to let him carry heavy things for me and open doors occasionally, and it's all good.
I do have to paint all of my tools pink, though, because I can never find them when he's used them...
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