In what could become a regular feature here on ye olde blogge, I’ve decided to take a cue from Kimberly at LadyGypsy.net and take part in this week’s Friday 5 list. Not sure if this is strictly a girl thing or not so I thought I’d give it a try. Besides, I figure that since I’m on a roll with two posts in two days, I might as well make it three.
This week’s topic: Holy Moly!
1. What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
I’d have to say confined spaces or being trapped in a small space or the fear of being buried alive. I’m not entirely sure why but there’s something about being trapped in a small space that will absolutely freak me out. More to the point, being confined and not being able to escape, that is having my hands tied or being extremely restricted in movement. One time I was playing with Anthony and I wanted to play a trick on him by hiding in a deck box and jumping out in the hopes of scaring him. The problem was that he figured it out and laid on top of the box which then fastened the latches. When I realized I couldn’t get out, I immediately fucking freaked out and started kicking and screaming. Once out, I had to sit and collect myself because I was so disheveled. This is why whenever I get on an elevator, I hope to [insert appropriate deity here] that the thing doesn’t get stuck because I would panic myself to death. I get the feeling that in a past life, I met my fate in a similar fashion as there is no rational reason why I should feel this way. I also believe that I was some kind of architect/designer from the ’30s back then since I have this thing for Art Deco architecture (but that’s another story).
2. When you were most recently in trouble?
Wow, I can’t even recall the last time I was in trouble. Honestly I can’t. Moving on…
3. What puts you in the mood for some hanky-panky?
I’ll just take the Homer route on this one: “Oh Marge…I’ve been watching women’s volleyball again…” That isn’t necessarily true but…I’d rather keep it this way. Now don’t go on thinking I’m a furry or anything…
4. What easy-breezy task is still a pain in the neck to accomplish?
Mowing the lawn. It all seems too easy, right? Just push the damn thing across the lawn and cut the grass. But then there’s the chance it might run out of gas, then the gas can may be empty, and if your grass is long, having to empty the bag every few passes. And that’s the part I detest the most: emptying the bag. Shaking that heavy thing vigorously to empty it and having grass fly all over the place (and in your face) and getting sore arms is not exactly my idea of fun. I’ve often told Ann that in the 9th Circle of Hell, one of the most severe punishments is shaking a bagful of grass that never fucking empties.
5. What area in your life seems especially rife with mumbo-jumbo?
I’d have to say my career. Not so much my current job but a career in general. I’ve had so many ideas in the past, whether as a child or young adult, about that I’d eventually like to be. Obviously, none of them worked out if I still drag myself to my job every day and get no satisfaction out of it other than a paycheck. I just think I need a job away from people, i.e. working from home with my own business. That would make me very happy because I honestly don’t know which way to go at this point.
So you get 3/5 answers. Not too bad, I guess.
We have lots planned this weekend including taking Anthony to the driving range which makes Dear Ol’ Dad a happy camper and right now I have a date with the treadmill. So don’t let us have all the fun this weekend–go out and make it a good one!
2 thoughts on “Friday 5: Holy Moly!”
1. I get the heebies-jeebies when I walk through a single strand from a spider web. I feel like I got bugs crawling on my skin for at least the next 30 minutes.
2. Never got a woman pregnant so I’ve never been in trouble.
3. A nice bottle of wine and one of them crazy African masks.
4. Cleaning the bathroom.
5. Work. That’s what it’s there for. To provide life with mumbo-jumbo.
I’m not surprised one bit by your answers and that’s not a bad thing.
I forgot about the spider web thing. I don’t like that much either, but the buried alive/claustrophobia thing takes the cake with me.
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