Future scrapbooking pages
Not that I'm vain or anything, but I'd kind of like to create something that expresses the real me. I know lots of people think they really know me, but they only know a little bit about me. For example, I don't think anybody knows how scared I am of cicadas. Just one of those things and not often a concern, but there you have it. Besides, maybe someday when I'm gone my nephews' kids will be interested in knowing a little bit about me. If I leave it to my family, words like "weird", "geek" and "nerd" will be the primary descriptors. *sigh*
So here goes:
I am afraid of cicadas. I'm not paranoid. They really are out to get me. They chase me and attack me, and like to hang out on my storm door right by the handle, so that I can't go in the house. That horrid noise they make scares me. They're gigantic scary bugs!
I'm also terrified of ticks. They make me shake I get so scared. I had to go to the emergency room when I was 2 or 3 to have one removed from way down inside my ear. I remember that a nurse showed me a bloody Q-Tip with a big fat dead grey tick on it and told me, "Look what was inside your ear!" Maybe that's what started my general fear of spiders and other bugs.
I still have nightmares about being in a falling elevator. Not just falling, but turning upside down and tumbling down the shaft.
I am crazy about my puppy, and he knows how to make me laugh. I suspect that he actually likes making me laugh, because when I start laughing, he intensifies his licking assault on my face, which makes me laugh even harder as I scream and try to get away from him. When he sits back to rest, he has that cute little doggy grin on his face.
I love Happy Bunny because he's mean, insulting, and does it all with a smile on his face. He gets away with it all. I don't want to be mean. I already get accused of being mean all the time by people who can't manipulate me.
I worry that I'm going to have to keep teaching until I'm 70 1/2 because I'm single and it's just that much harder for a single woman to live alone than for a married couple sharing the bills. I won't have anybody to take care of me either - I'll be straight off to a nursing home to be forgotten.
I wish for my craftroom to be as attractive, inspiring, and organized as ones I see in all the organization books. They're decorated and so inviting. None of my house is decorated except for the living room where I sponge painted the walls beautifully. (People often think that it's wallpaper. LOL)
I wish that people didn't openly call me weird and other negative names. It still hurts a lot to know that so many people have a low opinion of me, for little or no good reason.
I'd like to do a little scrapbook of my hometown before the town I'm familiar with changes to something completely different.
I want to feel successful as an artist, but for now, I can't even get myself started on any projects. Maybe if I decorated some clipboards, that would be a small enough start to give a feeling of accomplishment.
I'd like to see some of my scrapbook designs actually printed on 12 x 12 paper some day but I don't feel confident enough to even design right now.
So here goes:
I am afraid of cicadas. I'm not paranoid. They really are out to get me. They chase me and attack me, and like to hang out on my storm door right by the handle, so that I can't go in the house. That horrid noise they make scares me. They're gigantic scary bugs!
I'm also terrified of ticks. They make me shake I get so scared. I had to go to the emergency room when I was 2 or 3 to have one removed from way down inside my ear. I remember that a nurse showed me a bloody Q-Tip with a big fat dead grey tick on it and told me, "Look what was inside your ear!" Maybe that's what started my general fear of spiders and other bugs.
I still have nightmares about being in a falling elevator. Not just falling, but turning upside down and tumbling down the shaft.
I am crazy about my puppy, and he knows how to make me laugh. I suspect that he actually likes making me laugh, because when I start laughing, he intensifies his licking assault on my face, which makes me laugh even harder as I scream and try to get away from him. When he sits back to rest, he has that cute little doggy grin on his face.
I love Happy Bunny because he's mean, insulting, and does it all with a smile on his face. He gets away with it all. I don't want to be mean. I already get accused of being mean all the time by people who can't manipulate me.
I worry that I'm going to have to keep teaching until I'm 70 1/2 because I'm single and it's just that much harder for a single woman to live alone than for a married couple sharing the bills. I won't have anybody to take care of me either - I'll be straight off to a nursing home to be forgotten.
I wish for my craftroom to be as attractive, inspiring, and organized as ones I see in all the organization books. They're decorated and so inviting. None of my house is decorated except for the living room where I sponge painted the walls beautifully. (People often think that it's wallpaper. LOL)
I wish that people didn't openly call me weird and other negative names. It still hurts a lot to know that so many people have a low opinion of me, for little or no good reason.
I'd like to do a little scrapbook of my hometown before the town I'm familiar with changes to something completely different.
I want to feel successful as an artist, but for now, I can't even get myself started on any projects. Maybe if I decorated some clipboards, that would be a small enough start to give a feeling of accomplishment.
I'd like to see some of my scrapbook designs actually printed on 12 x 12 paper some day but I don't feel confident enough to even design right now.
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