Once upon a time (a few months ago), in a far away land (NW Calgary), there lived a beautiful princess...
wait...
wrong story...
Once upon a time I had a (and by "a" i mean many) conversation with my lovely friend Curly about her starting her own blog. She has PLENTY to say about everything imaginable (a lot of times its about imagination too... the little dreamer she is) and she's so witty and funny and charming and I thought she would be brilliant at writing a blog!
She loved the idea too... so we brainstormed names... and then we thought about layouts and designs and nicknames (if needed) ... and thats about as far as we got...
So... now with NaBloPoMo we figured it would be a perfect opportunity for her to test the blog-waters in a guest post!
wim readers... with out further adieu... i present to you... a post by Curly!
try not to scare her away! haha
Hello blog … Land.
I have NO idea what I’m doing. But I talk a lot. So I think I’ll be fine. I have lots to say and so little time. I guess first off, I should introduce myself. My name is Curly. Well not in real life, but here, yes it is Curly. If you need to know why… well… lets just say you’re dumb. Hahaha ok, no you’re not. But I have very curly dark brown hair (medium brown in the summer). I am currently on mat leave with my first baby. That’s a whole blog worthy story of its own. But for the sake of keeping it relatively short, I’m going to talk about fear.
Why fear? Of course there are lots of things to talk about in this world, puppies, rain, babies (coincidently all three are somebody’s fears right now. Not me, just saying) so, why fear, well it all began when I had my baby. It’s a girl. Her name is Sadie, no for real, it is. (There’s no need to protect her, she has no identity yet…) The minute, NO, second she came “gracefully” into this world, I was immediately overwhelmed with both love for her, and fear that she can be hurt at any moment for the rest of her life. It’s really a fear that cannot be quelled, ever. Babies are so tiny and dependant. You could sneeze while carrying your little bundle of joy and drop it, and it could get seriously hurt!
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And now I’m having a panic attack…
Ok…
Breathe…
It’s gone.
So, then all this bull…. About the H1NI virus comes at new moms at every direction. To vaccine or not to vaccine… what if your baby gets it?? What if YOU get it… are you going to die... is she??? Well, damn! Give us some sort of comfort, instead of blowing up the whole thing into irrational dreams that all the people who got the shot, turned into zombies! (Just me?? Um… yeah... well… whatever... I am legend could happen...)
So I finally calmed down, and then I saw a preview for 2012. And had a nightmare that zombies were crawling up my walls and then the world ended. YUP. Fear.
In all honesty, I am one of those who has always been afraid of lots of things. One of my biggest ones as a child was wind. I do not know how it started, but therapist couldn’t fix me. I had missed fieldtrips because I was hiding in the school washroom, days at the pool, feigning a stomach ache (my parents thought I has some serious stomach problems, turns out I’m just a GREAT actor). My parents also tried to “fix” me. They tried everything. I owned LOTS of kites, wind chimes (which by the way, only make things WAY worse) and learned to study weather patterns. In fact I was thinking about going back to school to be a meteorologist because I really think I’d be GREAT at it. Another tip, in case you one day have to deal with a child who is afraid of wind, or storms… DO NOT tie them to a chair in the backyard while you do yard work before a HUGE storm hits. It is comparable to facing the ocean front and centre on the titanic, only TIED TO A CHAIR. Well at least that’s how I remember it :p
In conclusion, I am afraid of a lot of things, some rational (death, flying in airplanes… lol), some not so much (scorpions… In Calgary..., berries, let’s not go into that. ) (ok, lets, so one day when I was a child, my sister and I were in my dad’s friends backyard in a shady part of town, and eating berries from a bush. Not a smart place to think berries are safe. All of a sudden a swarm, no a terrorist attack of little black bugs spills out of the raspberry I’m eating and crawls down my arm! OMG! If that doesn’t instil fear in a little girl, I don’t’ know what will) where was I … oh yeah, so I’m afraid of everything basically. Oh and Jello. EW once, in high school, one of my “friends” heard that I was afraid of Jello, and she THREW a cup of it at me! WTF. I was so embarrassed, once I stopped screaming!
Anyway.
I hope you all like my writing, I used to think I was pretty good at it… oh sweet innocent high schooler… how little do you know.
Have a safe and comfortable NON frightening night everyone in … blog land?
Curly
(isn't she the best!)
