So… aerials are crazy.
Skier starts down this skinny little trail.
Arms up.
Silence/Awe.
Then a coach breaking the silence by yelling “STRETCH” or “LOOK DOWN THE HILL”.
They land.
People scream.
This sport is absolutely amazing.
Fears Posts
Keloids Can Kiss My Ass
I work in research. Every now and again, I try to “give back” to my research community. Mostly these are selfish endeavors, in that I do one study over another because I get paid. Well last week a paid research opportunity presented itself to me, so I jumped on it.
It was an MRI study. Get paid like $50 to get a 30 min MRI done. Sounds easy enough right? Well the problem with this is that you can’t bring metal into the MRI room. If you have a metal object, like say a piercing, lodged somewhere in you, it will certainly be ripped out. Painfully and traumatically. I knew this going into it, but figured I’d be fine.
I’ve had my cartilage pierced for like 9 years. Not a single problem with it. It should also be noted that I have never once attempted to remove it. I’m not even sure how to remove it.
Swine
I went to the drug store today to pick up a refill of one of my prescriptions. I get that it’s a pharmacy so I’m likely to encounter the occasional sicky while I’m there. That’s fine.
What I have a problem with is this:
I walk into the store today and I see a kid, maybe 9 years old. He’s got a SARS mask on. OK, you’re sick and you’ve got a mask on. Good. He’s got this horrible sounding hack, so I’m actually pretty thankful that he’s got this mask on. I decided to pick up a card and some earplugs before making my way over to pick up my meds. While I’m wandering around the store, I see this kid again and again. I realized later that while his parents were in line at the pharmacy, they were letting this kid wander around the store, unsupervised. His shirt is soaked, so I assume this kid has an active fever. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this kid looks to have symptomatic H1N1. Definitely contagious. It would be one thing if he was standing with his parents, keeping his mask on, not touching anything. But this kid is wandering the store, picking up toys, touching all kinds of stuff, and the last time that I saw him, he had pulled his mask down around his neck and was only half coughing into it.
FUCK.
Granted I got my H1N1 vaccine over 10 days ago (the amount of time it takes to fully take effect) so I’m 99.9% sure I’m not going to catch this thing, but I guarantee that there are other people in this store who have not gotten their H1N1 shot. When you have a contagious disease and you don’t need to be out in public, stay the fuck away from people. Or at least keep your sick kid in the car if you have to bring him with you.
What is wrong with people?
Spiders
I am afraid of spiders.
Well that’s an understatement. I’m terrified of spiders. Caro + spider = panic attack.
Because I’m OCD, I’ve divided spiders into 3 categories: “daddy long-legs”, “the chunky kind”, and “other”. To clarify, the “chunky kind” are those black ones that have thick bodies and short legs. These are some quick motherf*ers, so killing them on first sight is a must. We can’t have them getting away! Since these are the 2 most commonly seen kinds, all the rest go into the “other” category, which is rarely used but includes: the clearish ones, the yellow ones, and black widows. Rare, yes, but BW’s have to be accounted for even though I’ve never seen one. Now all of these categories of arachnid used to produce the same result: Caro shrieking and freaking out until the spider was dead or otherwise removed from sight.
Lately though, I’ve made peace with some of these 8 legged creatures. One grouping at a time of course. Daddy long-legs and I can get along just fine. I no longer run for the hills, screaming like a little school girl when I see these creatures. I’ve also gotten to a point where I can calm myself down when I see the chunky kind and can remain in my house if one gets away. I rarely see the other kinds, so whatever. Spiders and I are ok. Neutral, like the Swiss.
Until last week.
People Watching
On the 4th of July I had hoped to go out and do something. But due to a lot of factors, by the time I made this decision Petra was already in bed. I decided that rather than sit around the apartment by myself, I would hit up the streets of the Costa Brava and find some entertainment.
It didn´t take long.
I just wanted to sit somewhere and maybe have a drink while watching the people go by. However, I have a fear of going to a restaurant, particularly one in a foreign country, and sitting down at a table by myself. Not to mention that here you seat yourself at most restaurants, but not all of them. So I was definitely nervous about it, but decided I just had to conquer the insecurity and go out and do it.
I finally found an ok, non-intimidating looking restaurant and had a seat. I ordered a glass of wine and started watching the people. I realized I hadn´t picked the best of locations, but it would do. And oh were there lots of people to see!
Parlez Voux Anglais?
Petra and I went to Paris for 4 days. I had a pretty good time, but I can assure you it was not my favorite city. I´m glad I was able to go there, see the sites, and experience all that Paris has to offer, but I don´t see myself ever feeling the need to go back. In light of this single lifetime journey to Paris, I will just write one single entry in my blog.
I´ve already written about the horrible entry we had into the city. Things got a bit better, but not much. I´m convinced the French truly do not like people who don´t speak French, nor do they enjoy tourists. I fell into both of those categories.
A Nutella and Pants Sandwich
Petra and I were all set to head to Paris, or so we thought. I booked our flights there and back, set up our hotel, and despite arriving I to the cuttiest of the 3 Parisian airports, I found us an amazingly priced shuttle service. 36 euro roundtrip per person. I figured it was cheaper because it dropped us at the Arc di Triumf rather than our hotel. In all my planning, I neglected to get us to and from the airport in Spain. I guess I assumed we would take the bus into Girona? Either way our flight was early and that wasn’t an option.
We were pretty frantic the day before so we went to the library to book a shuttle. How expensive could that be?
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