The House Centipede-I suppose God created it, too.

Quite disgusting isn't it?

Well, here's my story:
I went down to the laundry room in the basement of our building. You have to go outside to get into it, so as one might guess it is quite dark, scary and full of scary things. I was getting clothes into the washer, when I realized that I lost a sock a week ago. I proceeded to look in the quite nasty and unclaimed pile. This---->
streaked away, lightning fast from within.
In the course of my lifetime, never has there been a time where I have not been afraid of bugs (to an extent). And also, never has there been a time in my life where the "Fight or Flight" response is so acutely undubitable.
Today, it was GO TIME.
Fortunately, I won.
I found a spray bottle of Oxy Clean, and hit him with my best shot.
Unfortuntely, in the end I found out that this bug (though scary and quite gross-looking) is quite harmless, and actually eats roaches, spiders, and other basement bugs.
So, today, in the ongoing battle with the entophiles, I both won and lost.

Introvert

I am one of those. According to my husband, I am in the minority (only 20% of the population). I am realizing this fact more and more as I (seemingly) progress in maturity, and as I find out more about myself. I find it strange that what I once thought was my true self was actually either a facade or defense mechanism.
I am becoming more comfortable with the skin I'm in. I realize that I'm an introvert, and take comfort in my times of quietness and solitude.
This weekend, we (Chris, his mom and I) went to Minnesota for a wedding. We drove up on Friday, went to the wedding Friday night, stayed somewhere for the night and left Saturday morning. Kendal (the groom) found lodging for us with a middle-aged couple just down the road from his parents. It was a wonderful place to stay. We actually had our own room and bed (his mom also had her own). They cooked a delicious breakfast for us in the morning, then sent us on our way. It was like staying at a bed and breakfast for free.
The down-side?
They were complete extroverts. They talked more than anyone I personally know. If the husband was talking, the wife would interrupt or interject and vice-versa....it never stopped. It was somewhat amusing. But, it was very tiring to be a part of.
So, after this weekend, I'm exhausted.
I realize that I really enjoy being in my little introverted bubble. I feel all warm and cozy inside.

Ruske

In fifth or sixth grade, for a few weeks after school, I learned Russian. As much as one can at that age and under those circumstances. Needless to say, I didn't remember one bit. Quite unfortunate, as I need it now. A year ago, if someone would have told me that I would be working amongst a community of Russians and Ukrainians-I would have laughed. Well, here I am. Speaking Ruske. Maybe only rough translations of "hello" and "pain" and "comfortable," but I'm slowly learning.
It's an interesting culture.
The interesting thing as a therapist is that no matter what culture my patients are from, they (about 80%) still drag their feet when it comes to exercise. I don't know what it is about older people and exercise, but a majority feel that they've paid their dues and no longer need to exert themselves. This is mind boggling to me, because their generation has always been so hard working; one would think that they know no other way....
I suppose that after 80 years I too may get a little finicky about my body.

Winter white

Snow is blowing
flurries, no, flakes
winter is on her way.
Sun is shining
deceiving those inside
winter is on her way.
Night is coming
radiators go "clank-clank"
winter is on her way.

Bugs, smaller than the eye can see

Somehow, I came in contact with some this past week. They creeped their way through my nostrils, my mouth, my ears. They made their residence in the canals of my sinuses, and their holiday began. Three days off from work (without pay, mind you) started for me. Today, it is ending-their holiday and my miserable mini-vacation.
Getting sick is something that I actually used to enjoy. I didn't mind the fevers, I welcomed the bubble-gum medicine; although I didn't quite enjoy having tonsils the size of golf balls (or the removal of them). What I did thrive off of was the attention. I loved people catering to me, my mom making me chicken noodle soup, laying on the couch all day with full control of the remote. It's not as nice when you're sick and either no one is around or they're unable to cater to my "needs." Such is life....