The Spider

I have a major phobia about spiders. They terrify me, always have. This morning Kira comes running out of her bedroom screaming, "There is a spider in my room! Kill it mommy, I'm scared!!". She does tend to exaggerate so I wasn't too worried....until I went into her room and saw the biggest hobo spider I have ever seen, just chilling out in one of her toy bins. Freaked me out! Luckily I had some spider killer spray, because there was no way in hell that I was going to get close enough to squish the evil thing. So I drowned it with poison and literally grabbed Kira and ran out of her room. Anyone who saw us would have thought we were running from a crazed axe murderer, not some stupid insect. I am proud to say that I managed to suck it up, deal with my phobia, and protect my baby from the evil spider. I used to call my husband to kill spiders because my fear is just that dehibilating, but he was at work and he won't answer anyway if I call. So I faced my greatest fear, by myself. And I kicked evil spider butt. I am proud of myself, but at the same time I am a little sad because I realized that the little things that my husband used to do for me now irritate him. I don't even feel comfortable asking him to help me anymore, for anything, because he is either too busy or gets angry with me. That makes me sad. And a little angry.

Religion and the Penis

Religion is like a penis. It's great if you have one, but don't go shoving it down other people's throats when they don't want you too. It's just rude. My whole life I have watched and listened to people debating religion. I do not debate religion, I feel that your religious beliefs are personal and private. I don't care what you worship, just don't expect everyone to feel the same as you. So many wars, so much hatred and intolerance, all over a belief system. I don't know God personally, but I bet that he/she/whatever doesn't approve of narrow minded, dogmatic beliefs- or violence and hatred perpetuated in the name of religion. Seriously...live and let live. And keep your penis to yourself unless you are asked to share!

Monkeys Throwing Poop

I have been very stressed out lately. It is like I am trying to keep the peace in a monkey cage, and all the monkeys do is throw poop at me. I have noticed that when the other adult monkeys are not here the baby monkeys (and their mommy) do much better. There is poop flinging, but it doesn't bother me and there is a relative peace and calm in the cage. When the adult monkeys come back to the cage it is a constant battle for me just to duck the poop that they throw, then I have to clean up all that poop...while the poop rains down. I have to watch my words or I will step on a poop mine and get blown up. I am not allowed to complain about the poop, I am just to clean it up and keep my monkey mouth shut. The adult monkeys in the cage need to quit throwing poop and take some responsibility for themselves. Because there is a whole world out there, and there are countless monkey cages...and not all monkeys throw poop. Sometimes it is good to remember that.

The Top of the World

The view from the top of the world.

We went to a family reunion in the high mountains of Montana this weekend. It was the first time that Dragon or Little Lion had ever been camping, and I got to meet family that I haven't seen in decades. We had a wonderful time, although the drive was tricky. Take two babies, haul a fifth wheel trailer through the switchback roads of rural Montana, and you have a trip that was both wonderful and exhausting. It took two days for us to get to the lodge, but the scenery was breathtaking. Both babies did fairly well, they are travelers like their mommy. Dragon really liked the experience of camping, her biggest happiness came from toasting marshmallows over the fire and throwing rocks in the river. Little Lion did very well, he likes to drive and was content to look out the window at the trees. Although I have to say that camping is much different when you use a trailer. I am used to just pitching a tent and sleeping on the ground, but with babies a RV makes it much easier. Plus I am spoiled and like electricity...