Google kicks off April Fool’s day
…with Gmail Paper!!!
…with Gmail Paper!!!
Lots of people have them. Some people outgrow them long before adulthood, some hang on to them. There are some that are only realized well into our adult lives due to emotional distress or actual incidents. I have several fairly common childhood fears.
One of my own fears from my youth was that I was horribly afraid there was something under my bed. If I awoke from a nightmare I would lie in bed and scream for my parents rather than get up and run to their room. I was afraid that when I swung my legs over the side of the bed, something terrible would grab a hold of my ankles as my feet hit the floor. I hoped that my screaming would deter it from coming to get me since help would be arriving soon in the form of my rudely awakened and sleep deprived father.
In an attempt to prevent under the bed monster infestations I would store so many things under the bed that I hoped there wouldn’t be room for any baddies. I couldn’t be certain that that prevented them, however. If I needed something that was under my bed, I would wait til it was daylight because I didn’t want to risk sticking my hand or arm under there after dark.
I really wasn’t too fond of the closet either and to this day will not go to bed with the door to the closet open. For some reason it just freaks me out to have that door open. It’s like the closet is an unknown portal to the world of unfriendly creatures. If some uglies are coming through this mystery portal after I have gone to sleep I don’t want to be able to open my eyes and see it without effort. I agree that it is completely irrational and now-a-days I don’t believe in the possibilities of the afore mentioned mystery portal, but old habits die hard.
Ferris wheels. Combined, two very bad words. I just don’t like them. I had a nightmare about them as a kid where I was on one and it rolled right off its arms and I was taken along for the ride. All I can recall from that dream is groaning metal, screaming and fear. I won’t get on one for anything. Nope. Next ride.
Escalators sucking me up in their treads, slipping and falling through the stairs on open staircases, elevator doors closing and crushing me to death… These are all things I think about when approaching those circumstances. I am not panic filled or frozen in terror, just more imaging the worst possible case that could occur. I have some normal “fears” too such as looking like an idiot in front of my peers at work and being afraid that I will forget what I am going to say before a presentation.
Do you have any fears, irrational or not? What are they?
What were you doing one year ago today?
Submitted by CassandraMorgan.
I am not real sure what I was doing on the exact date last year I do however, remember the general time frame. Let’s see, I was planning on remodeling my kitchen and trying to decide if I wanted turquoise and stainless or brushed nickel and hunter green with black and copper accents. I was also working on the prototype for the linux ran home internet proxy appliance and planning a full on assault on the small town I called home with a full on tech support business instead of the random consulting I was doing.
How’d all that turn out? Well, the kitchen hasn’t been touched and we are selling the house. The business didn’t get started because I took a job out of town and we are moving. So much for those plans I guess. Those are days of my life that I will never get back. lol I guess that is how it goes sometimes.
I walked around town today taking some snapshots of Spring. It was a beautiful day to be outside with temperatures in the 60s. I spent most of the day outdoors doing yard work, swinging on the porch swing, and laying in the grass.
Ahh! Freedom from the shoes that bind! =)Comment posted by Deborah
at 1/1/0001 12:00:00 AM
thank you for the midwest photos. I miss the midwest sometimes….
Comment posted by Linuxchic
at 1/1/0001 12:00:00 AM
You are very welcome. I take the Midwest for granted sometimes. I am not small town material, but I do love Kansas City area. Distance typically makes the heart grow fonder when I am away. =)
You’ve found the fabled pot o’ gold. How will you spend it?
Submitted by Red Pen.
First things first:
And at that I would be satisfied. If there was some left over, here’s my dream list:
computer.Not too much to ask for, right? HAHAHA
I have been in utter girlie mode lately. Shopping sprees (well not exactly sprees, just buying good pieces here and there), pink, organizing my bags, jewlery (other than my cat5 bracelet), going through my closets trying on outfits and shoes, playing with my makeup. I don’t really do this that often, but when I get into girl mode, watch out! haha I might even paint my toenails next. Oh horror of horrors. (Too late, I already did. They are a gorgeous shade of copper!)
Actually, I am usually pretty laid back. I like to look nice and I refuse to leave the house in sweats. I do have a few track suits that I have left the house in, but it is a rare occation. Typically I am just to busy working or taking care of the house and kids, or learning about some new OS, old OS, application, or internet site to have time for the girlie things.
Maybe living with my mom again has brought it out. I don’t typically have girl friends. All my friends are computer geek guys. I love them to death, but it is hard to be girlie when surrounded by guys and geek stuff all the time. I love being a geek. I guess I would like to be a feminine geek. I was always trying to prove my talent in the past and didn’t want to be noticed as a girl. I would like to embrace the girlie geekness and am working on that one step at a time I suppose.
Why can’t I be a fashionista and a system admin? Why can’t I debate the great linux flavors while texting from my pink phone? Why can’t I run network lines in heels? (BTW, if you get good shoes, heels can be comfortable and there have been many an occation where I have run cable and racked servers in them!!)
I am confident. I am a woman. I am beautiful. I am a geek. ROAR! rawr! ;) haha I guess at 30, I am still finding myself.