Burn It

I’m scared to go outside.  More specifically around the backside of the house, where the bathroom wall is, where there’s a massive web attached to the outside of the window.  I can’t fully see it because our bathroom window has adhesive ‘frost’.  But I can see the shadow of something flapping in the breeze.

I didn’t think anything of it in the past week.  I honestly thought it was just a shadow or something.  I haven’t really payed much attention to it, until today, when I saw something huge scuttle across it.  Like it was at least the size of a quarter, and now my skin is crawling because Cara don’t do spiders.


People take delight in tagging me in spider posts online, but it isn’t funny.  When I was 13, I had a tarantula on my bare foot.  Long story short, my aunt and uncle lived in Tucson, and they had a carport, where there was an extra refrigerator, with a broom leaning against it.  My aunt needed something from the fridge, and sent me out to get it.  So, I moved the broom, and out came a nasty tarantula.

The only thing I remember is screaming, and my uncle laughing at me until he was purple.  I have no recollection of how I was suddenly standing on the hood of their old station wagon.  I must’ve levitated or teleported.  Or maybe I had an out of body experience.  Since then, I rarely go barefoot.  Even in my own house, where there are no tarantulas … hopefully.

My Scientific Is Outta Control

Science isn’t really my thing, except maybe biology.  I loved biology in college.  Physics can kiss my ass.  I sucked at it.  Especially calculus based physics.  That was the nail in my coffin during my final semester.  That, linear algebra, and differential equations – all the root of burnout, which was a bad thing, considering I was planning for a wedding at the same time.  But I’m not really here to talk science. Continue reading

Rocket Fuel

Take cover.  She’s going to blow … the roof off her house!  And many dieters might agree when I say healthier eating wreaks havoc on the gut.  It’s often to the point of curling up into a ball and squealing like a pig from the pain.  But that’s normal, they say.  Eat more fiber, they say. Continue reading