Spring and the like

Spring is here. I know, I know, it's beautiful, and warm, and new starts are so wonderful, right? Wrong? I (mostly) hate the spring. It's hot and bugs come out to play and pollen comes out to haunt me. Worst of all, I think a family of ugly red wasps have taken up residence behind the mirror on the driver side door of Mustang Sally (my car). Actually, the real worst of all is this awful headache I've had all day. Despite all this, I still think that spring is really gorgeous. I mean, I love watching everything come alive. From the safety and air conditioned comfort that is my house.

I just wish that Georgia weather didn't go from Arctic chill to 1.5-miles-from-the-surface-of-the-sun hot. Seriously, it was almost 90 degrees on Easter Sunday.

And we are only a few weeks into this glorious season.

On another note, school starts back tomorrow. I have to be in Waco at the chipper hour of 8 o'clock am for sociology. And then I have the class I've been avoiding and dreading for the past three years--public speaking. Those of you that know me know that I DO NO speak in public. I go through great lengths to avoid answering questions in class. It's not that I don't know the answer. I normally do. It's just that I really, really, REALLY hate speaking in front of people. I don't know if it's because I have a slight lisp that I am ashamed of, or that my brain works to fast for my mouth to keep up with and everything gets jumbled, or what, I just know that the thought of public speaking petrifies me. My hands get sweaty, my heart starts pounding, and I feel like I can't breathe. Similar to what happens when Mom mentions that it would be really nice for me to babysit my little brothers.
This should be an interesting quarter.

I am scared of bees.

And not just a little scared of bees. I am A LOT terrified of bees. Granted I have about ten thousand irrational fears, like ghost movies at night, Michael Myers, bad food, hairs in my bath water, chickens and spiders getting in my hair, burning myself on the oven (though those last two may not be that irrational), but bees make the number one spot on this list (a list that may or may not prove me to be a crazy). I am so scared of bees that it is almost impossible for me to even step outside my door. For some reason, bees like to congregate right outside the doors of our house. Whenever I gather up enough motivation and/or courage to venture outside I must go through a simple procedure to make it safely to my car. First, I open the door. I can either do this slowly, peeking out the side, or I can fling it open in a terrified frenzy. I usually pick the first option. After looking around for any scary flying insects, I can start the journey to my car or wherever it is I need to go. Second, I run like the devil is chasing me. I might even do some crazy stops and starts and zig zags.

In fact, I think bees provide all of my outdoor exercise.
But they also provide me an excuse not to go outside at all.


I hope everyone had a great Easter. I've been extremely busy this weekend. My baby cousin, Madison, is staying with us while her mommy and daddy are away. She doesn't do much. Just lays there and pees a lot. Not really my thing, but I've been helping as much as needed. Totes waiting at least eight years before having any small children of my own.

But like the bees give me an excuse to avoid the outdoors like the plague, she has been giving me an excuse to avoid the gym. The closest thing I've gotten to excercising or the outdoor this weeken has been looking at North Faces online. Oh well.