1. Singing in public- I can sing in church next to Lincoln because he has a great voice and he usually drowns me out. However, I really hate singing in choirs or small groups. It just freaks me out. Because of this I HATE kareoke, not just doing it, but watching people do it. I think this is why I don't like American Idol.
2. I can't handle people touching my face. I have always struggled with dirty hands and more importantly, those dirty hands getting on my face. Lincoln is trying to rid me of this fear by touching my face every so often. I can handle it sometimes, but I still freak when he does it in public or before I know he washed his hands. It's a work in progress.
3. The number one thing that I can't handle is RODENTS!!!!! I hate them. I hate mice, rats, squarrels, rabbits, possums, chipmunks, you name it, I hate them. They are creepy and dirty and I think that they have no reason to be on this earth. Even spiders have a purpose, name one good reason for any rodent. I hate them so much that when I talk about them, my feet automatically have to rise off the floor. I can't talk about them without thinking they will run by and eat my toes.
This has been the summer of the mouse! That's right, it has been awful, well, the mouse part of the summer. There has been some construction by our condo next to a field close by. Well, you can only guess what that brings to our house. We have only had two, but in my opinion, that is two too many. We only had evidence of the first one with little signs here and there that we had a unwanted house guest. Lincoln took care of that and we thought we were done. Unfortunately, the other night I was sitting on my couch minding my own business crocheting a blanket and getting ready to watch Project Runway when I saw something in the corner of my eye. I thought I was just imagining things when the disgusting thing actually had the nerve to run into my living room and hide behind the tv. Well you can only imagine the mass hysteria that came out of me. Lincoln was upstairs playing a live video game and was feeling really torn between rescuing his wife and finishing the task he was working on with his friends online. I on the other hand was torn between taking my own life then and there or jumping out the window behind me. I decided to do neither of those things (too messy) and after a few minutes of playing chicken with the mouse, I swear it was staring me down, I grabbed the things around me that meant the most to me and I bolted upstairs to safety. After having a mini nervous breakdown I decided I could not go back downstairs until the matter was taken care of. I made Lincoln run down and close our bedroom door so the mouse wouldn't get all cozy in our bed then go out right away and purchase the some mouse killing items. I don't care what PETA says about it, I hate rodents!! I spent a very restless night on the floor of the office having nightmares of little mice chewing at my fingernails and nesting in my hair. I was a mess. Before you judge, I need to remind you that fears are irrational and you too have a fear that I would laugh at. Anyway, long story short, I have since done research on how to mouse proof our home and Lincoln was my hero by taking the very dangerous task of making it happen. I am so grateful that he has been so good about not making any jokes about seeing a mouse and faking me out. I am slowly getting my pulse down to the normal rhythm and I am back to sleeping in my own bed (but not after bleaching EVERYTHING.)
I know this was a very long post, and posts without pictures are usually boring, but I didn't really want a picture of a creepy rodent on here. I thought about putting a picture of my clean house on here to prove that my home is in good condition and not a place you would normally expect gross creatures to roam, but I thought that would seem a little desperate. Just trust me, I don't deserve this!! Nobody is perfect and we all deal with our own little fears and issues. I think that by admitting I have a problem is the first step.