On a good day, it's surprising that I don't have more callouses on my feet from dragging them so much. Took me forever to get my black belt, I'm still working on finishing my college degree, I was 40 when I finally decided to get married. So of course I waited until I'm approaching my mid-40's to have our first kid. And I want to tell you about it. Interested?
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
You think that this is irrational?
And people wonder why I have an irrational fear of deep deep water....s#it like this
Yeah. That's right. A 26-foot long Architeuthis. That's "Giant Squid".
Last fall at Laguna Beach, my boss kept running away from the waves whenever they got too close to her feet. (Like a little kid)
I asked her why she did that and she responded "Are you KIDDING? Dude, there are 'Jaws' out there!"
Not Sharks. "Jaws".
And I even get freaked out in Lakes. I'm okay swimmin, but as soon as my feet get to a point where I can't touch...well let's just say I envision some, "thing", swimming from the depths, grabbing my ankle and dragging me down into the abyss.
And catfish? Sheeeoot. My dad and uncle pulled a gator sized snapping turtle out of da lake. It was probably the size of a garbage can lid, and super MEAN! It scared me so bad I locked myself in the bunkhouse 'til mom got me. We ate it later. Which is how I came to absorb the turtle spirit.
Still, I won't go skinny dippin' in that lake. Dad Blamed turtle'll nibble my bits!
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Last fall at Laguna Beach, my boss kept running away from the waves whenever they got too close to her feet. (Like a little kid)
I asked her why she did that and she responded "Are you KIDDING? Dude, there are 'Jaws' out there!"
Not Sharks. "Jaws".
And I even get freaked out in Lakes. I'm okay swimmin, but as soon as my feet get to a point where I can't touch...well let's just say I envision some, "thing", swimming from the depths, grabbing my ankle and dragging me down into the abyss.
And catfish? Sheeeoot. My dad and uncle pulled a gator sized snapping turtle out of da lake. It was probably the size of a garbage can lid, and super MEAN! It scared me so bad I locked myself in the bunkhouse 'til mom got me. We ate it later. Which is how I came to absorb the turtle spirit.
Still, I won't go skinny dippin' in that lake. Dad Blamed turtle'll nibble my bits!
It was good eatin'
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