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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!)
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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
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.
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...
Ok, I have NO idea what a clutch slave cylinder even is. You're way more woman than me!!
But I'd be thrilled to find a guy to carry the heavy stuff for me now and then.....