I am sick of spiders. I know that they help the environment and that the earth would implode or something without their little creepy presence, but really--I have had enough of them. Two nights ago, I was walking behind the house I am subletting and almost walked head-first into the very middle of a large spider's web. Yeah, right into where the spider was sitting, hoping to make me a late night dinner. It is moments like that when I know I am saved by grace. Then, yesterday I was walking by some innocuous looking trees after the show and walked right into a huge spider web. Of course it was dark and so I couldn't see where the spider went; but you better believe I made Gabby do a thorough inspection of my hair. I was not gonna be any spider baby's mama, uh-uh, not me.
Friday, August 29, 2008
spiders and water, luckily not together
And tonight Gabby I and walked into our room and what do you think is sprawled out in the middle of our bed--where we lay our head down to sleep and trust that we will live to see the morning?!?!? A SPIDER!!! I killed it, with no qualms at all. No way I am going to let a spider live who knows where my bed is--what if he returned? And he was angry this time--with friends who were angry too? I had to kill him; it wasn't personal, it was business.
But on to more pleasant news: today I had a glorious day at the water park, Wild Rivers. I love water parks. Roller coasters make my stomach sick and my head hurt (unless it happens to be space mountain, which for some reason, doesn't), but water rides are just pure bliss for me. I went for Colt's birthday with a group from the cast--a fun group of guys and me and my friend, Hollie.
I was a little water-logged and perhaps more than a little sun-tired (I don't think that is a word, but you know what I mean) during the show tonight, but it was worth it. I love water slides and inter tubes and toboggans and wave pools and warming pools and log flumes and...well anything else that belongs at a water park.
Oh, actually I did have a moment of fear when I felt like I could drown in the wave pool--but friends helped me reach safety. Those waves are no joke--at least I did not need to worry about keeping a shark bait in front of me; I just had to worry about keeping my head above water. At one point, I ran out and grabbed a life-jacket (the desire of staying alive having replaced the desire to appear cool). But when I ran back into where my friends were, I got whistled at (not in a you-look-sexy kind of way; more a you-are-in-trouble kind of way. actually) by the lifeguards and told that I could not go in the deep water with the life jacket on. But wasn't that the whole point? Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the life-jacket supposed to keep you from drowning in uh, deep water? It didn't do me much good just standing in waist-deep water, wearing it like a little idiot, I can tell you that. So I took the stupid thing off.
I am exhausted and gonna sleep really well tonight.
Posted by Jessica at 1:40 AM
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I love wave machines! I know there will be no sharks, the water is usually very warm, there are no rip tides, and there are life guards very close by. So I'm much safer than in an ocean situation. And I don't get all sandy. Finally, the waves are predictable. It's the best of both worlds.
I hear you about the spiders, Jess, especially about the webs! I actually like spiders, and their webs are amazing (but not to walk through). I do try to take spiders outside, alive, when I see them. Having said that, I have also killed spiders. It depends on how I see them, unfortunately (for the spider, that is). If I see the spider some distance away, or if it is pointed out to me by another person, I can scoop it up in something and deposit it outside. If it jumps out at me, suddenly appears on me, near me (like in my face near me or near my bed, chair, or footwear, or in the car), it must pay the ultimate penalty. It's almost a reflex. I can remember watching Arachnophobia (which I loved, even though it made me jump and scream a couple times) and the very next morning, after I got into my car to go to work, a spider on a drag line dropped from my visor right in front of my face! I screamed, it died. It was just a tiny, tiny spider, but it invaded my personal space so it had to go. Just business, as you said.
Wave pools are cool! I have only been in one, but I had a blast!
Why is the comment page text so small now? Is that just me?
No--i see it, too--I just have no idea why this happened; I just went to my editing section and tried to fix it, but couldn't--anyone have any ideas?
Josh's is the same way, so I don't think it's you. Blogger must have done something weird...
I wondered about that, too, and I thought, "Mine is not like that!" However, I just checked my blog and it is the same. I don't like it much, it is not very easy for 48 year old eyes to read!!
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