I pretty much got over spiders when I worked in NM as a rescue medic. When you're out on a search and have to do an overnight, you learn pretty quickly that the 'mummy' sleeping bag is made that way for good reasons and it is best to use it properly. The first time I was on a 3-day a guy decided not to 'button up' the first night out and woke up with a snake cuddled up in his armpit.
And you always empty your boots before putting them on in the morning. ALWAYS.
@Gretchen: With that said I've just discovered I have a HUGE FUCKING BAT IN THE BASEMENT. After discovery I went outside, had a smoke, came back in and went down armed with a tennis racquet. The little bastard is hanging upside down right in front of a basement window at an impossible angle for me to get in a good swing. I think it was grinning at me.
Mr. G is in a rehearsal. I just sent him the emergency text: BAT IN BASEMENT!!!!!!!! I hope his ass is headed this way. I can deal with spiders and creepy-crawlies in my boots but I CANNOT deal with a flying rat that hangs upside down and grins at me. Cannot. Deal.
Ok, so I was just talking to my mom and she reminded me of the giant tunnel spider we had living in our basement that CHIRPED LIKE A BIRD. I can't even continue thinking about it, I've completely messed my brain up for the rest of the day.
@Crabby Cakes is SOLID AS BARACK!: Dude, all this spider talk has got me totally spooked, I'm feeling crawlies that aren't there and once they start chirping, how long until they start saying "FEED ME, SEYMOUR?" But seriously, is the chirping some kind of a lure to trick its prey into its evil lair? It's kind of neat if that's the case.
@MeganGlass: That's what my dad thought, but I certainly wasn't googling it, (in case a spider picture showed up,) and dad isn't exactly internet savvy, so maybe we'll never know.
And I'm seriously sitting at my desk with all the hairs on my body standing up, nervously looking around for anything that may be lurking.
I gained a TON of weight when I was pregnant and my daughter looks like she has aneorexia-plus-a-tapeworm. Looks like more bogus science to me: I say pregnant women, eat, eat, eat, for tomorrow you may diet.
@maggiemom: It isn't new research, dozens have studies have shown the link between the mother's weight and childhood obesity. There are always exceptions, but gaining 70 pounds when pregnant is correlated with childhood obesity.
@frugal: As I understand it, the argument against people over 26 getting the shot is that they probably have HPV already. Sounds like a pretty shoddy argument to me. Go and get ye vaccinated!
@MeganGlass: Actually, HPV can leave your system, but you'd have antibodies againist it and wouldn't be reinfected by the same strain. Gardasil protects againist 4 strains.
I'm not sure when it set in, but I have become Jeff Daniels's character in Arachnophobia. They didn't freak me out as a kid (even the giant banana spiders down south).
They need to do a study on arachnophobe/masochists. Those of us that are terrified, yet still look at pictures for a split second out of some sick sense of trying to 'cure' ourselves. I would be willing to take part in a paid study.
Aw, man. You guys are bumming me out with the spider hate... I love them! My parents were convinced that I'd become an arachnologist (or at least an entomologist) when I grew up. What's not to love? They eat other bugs like moths, beetles and mosquitoes!
Though I must say that my lack of fear may come from the fact that there are no seriously poisonous ones where I grew up. (My favorites are Wolf spiders - so cool to watch!... sorry!)
@LittleBlackFly: I'm perfectly willing to let spiders be my housemates as long as they keep their webs where I won't walk into them and keep their thoraxes out of my bed.
Unless they get really big, in which case they die.
@MeganGlass: My boyfriend is also a spider-killer. If I spot one at his place I've taken to secretly trapping it and setting it free outside. This requires a trip down three flights of stairs. He knows the ones at my place are off limits. Though I suspect he probably also smooshes them behind my back. It's a secret spider war!
@LittleBlackFly: oh, a secret spider war! I feel bad for your poor beleaguered spiders being in that position... at least they have an advocate, I guess.
I love my window spider, he eats lots o bugs. He's a good guy. His cousin that crawled up my leg while I was asleep, not so much.
@MeganGlass: If there was some kind of 100% guarantee that a spider would just stay in its spot, eat bugs, and never make sudden movements or come anywhere near me or get freakishly big, maybe spiders and I could talk. Otherwise they are dead to me.
@fangbanger: It's the big ones that make me lose it. When I lived in Hawaii, we had giant cane spiders, and I found one in the closet and shrieked for my husband to come kill it. When he saw it, he shrieked too and ran away. It was big and scary!
I don't understand the problem with women wearing pants. If the issue is protecting a women's "honor" - pants are a much better barrier to entry than a skirt. Have never understood why skirts are more modest.
@lippybug: Cuz a skirt hides that you've got legs and hence, somethin' in between 'em. A skirt allows the easily riled menfolk to think of you as Mrs. Butterworth; full of sweetness and entirely impenetrable.
Good. I've always disliked the characterization of guardasil as a "vaccine against cervical cancer" as opposed to a vaccine against the same HPV that dudes get too. No reason everyone shouldn't be able to get it.
That pastor and his church are creepy and wrong in many ways far beyond this sex talk.
My mother, unfortunately goes there. A few weeks before the election he held a "religion and politics" course where he dared not tell the women and men who to vote for, but made sure they knew what issues were important to them, which they should vote for, and where both candidates stood on such issues.
There is also one giant megachurch in one city, and various other churches where they telecast his sermons every Saturday night/Sunday.
I was forced into a Christmas program they had about 3-4 years ago, at THE AMERICAN AIRLINES CENTER, and people had to be turned away because the place was so packed. After a few minutes of the program, my brother and I both looked at each other and remarked how it was like a drag show, at the same exact time.
The guy is a multi-millionaire because of this church, and seems to not be able to let go of the frosted tips and A&F clothes, he is just terrifying.
Sorry for the rant, this guy gets my blood a boilin'.
@virginiawoolf: I'm glad my pastor likes to make fun of the mega-church guys. Seriously, those dudes come up with the weirdest shit. I couldn't imagine being told, in church, to have sex every night for a week. What purpose is this supposed to serve?
@virginiawoolf: Although I'm sure that this guy is awful, what you described is exactly how churches and other non-political nonprofits can influence voters, since they can't openly endorse a candidate. It's sneaky, but since I've put together "voter guides" for nonprofits, I can assure you that it's completely legal and common.
I assume the pastor is asking his married parishoners to have sex at least once a day for seven days in a row. Having sex (of any sort) for SEVEN STRAIGHT DAYS sounds really painful--and, depending on your spouse, quite possibly boring.
@ejc.yippee.skippee!: Sex every day for a year? Frankly, I'm a newlywed and was a virgin before I got married--and that's just too much for me (much less Husband!). Sounds exhausting.
Also, thinking about this golf urinal, does it comes in other sports-related forms for guys who don't golf? Like, a bowling glove, a baseball glove, an XBox controller, a basketball, maybe a cup? "I'm peeing, but I'm also protected. Thanks, UroCub!"
Last time I went camping, some friends dug the potty hole, and brought a wooden box and toilet seat with them, and created a makeshift commode. You know, for comfort.
And what happened? I got bit by a spider down below. I got all swollen and couldn't' sit down and was most miserable. I'm not afraid of spiders, but we don't exactly exchange Christmas cards.
I collected spiders for a science project in college and got bit on the neck or so I thought. My neck got a huge horrible lump which just grew bigger and redder and OMG A SPIDER BITE and I ignored it and just lathered neosporin over everything.
Cut to my roommate forcing me to the doctor where, after a series of tests and a biopsy, I learned it was just an ingrown hair. Century let down.
@Crabby Cakes is SOLID AS BARACK!: It was a long ordeal, but very LOL worthy. It went from me just being outright ridiculous (bandaids, neosporin as mentioned, people accusing me of secret hickeys) to the doctor visits (the biopsy, the whisper of is it cancer?? and a prof of mine promising to pray to me) which allllll led up to.. an ingrown hair. LOL indeed :)
@gold_gato: it just reminded me of the time when I was around 13 and my neighbor was convinced her daughter, (also 13,) had appendicitis. She made everyone frantic and we all went to the hospital with her, (she didn't drive) and it turned out she just had painful gas. "Painful gas" became our euphemism for any awkward, uncomfortable situation.
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And you always empty your boots before putting them on in the morning. ALWAYS.
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Mr. G is in a rehearsal. I just sent him the emergency text: BAT IN BASEMENT!!!!!!!! I hope his ass is headed this way. I can deal with spiders and creepy-crawlies in my boots but I CANNOT deal with a flying rat that hangs upside down and grins at me. Cannot. Deal.
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They need to do a study on arachnophobe/masochists. Those of us that are terrified, yet still look at pictures for a split second out of some sick sense of trying to 'cure' ourselves. I would be willing to take part in a paid study.
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Though I must say that my lack of fear may come from the fact that there are no seriously poisonous ones where I grew up. (My favorites are Wolf spiders - so cool to watch!... sorry!)
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Unless they get really big, in which case they die.
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I love my window spider, he eats lots o bugs. He's a good guy. His cousin that crawled up my leg while I was asleep, not so much.
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My mother, unfortunately goes there. A few weeks before the election he held a "religion and politics" course where he dared not tell the women and men who to vote for, but made sure they knew what issues were important to them, which they should vote for, and where both candidates stood on such issues.
There is also one giant megachurch in one city, and various other churches where they telecast his sermons every Saturday night/Sunday.
I was forced into a Christmas program they had about 3-4 years ago, at THE AMERICAN AIRLINES CENTER, and people had to be turned away because the place was so packed. After a few minutes of the program, my brother and I both looked at each other and remarked how it was like a drag show, at the same exact time.
The guy is a multi-millionaire because of this church, and seems to not be able to let go of the frosted tips and A&F clothes, he is just terrifying.
Sorry for the rant, this guy gets my blood a boilin'.
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What is it with all the sex-all-the-time stuff? Two books about people who had sex every day and now a pastor preaching it?
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And what happened? I got bit by a spider down below. I got all swollen and couldn't' sit down and was most miserable. I'm not afraid of spiders, but we don't exactly exchange Christmas cards.
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Cut to my roommate forcing me to the doctor where, after a series of tests and a biopsy, I learned it was just an ingrown hair. Century let down.
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