"Pour your heart out"

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Hello my name is Rose and I am afraid of dogs.

When I was little this was one of my most embarrassing secrets.

I didn't want anyone to know, so I would claim allergies to dogs.

Most people won't try to

force their dog on you if you are allergic.

If you tell them dogs make you nervous/scared, their response will almost always be,

"Well he/she is a really nice dog, you don't need to worry."

Seriously, everytime!

I have only one time heard someone have a different response and it was,

"don't worry we keep our dogs locked up when visitors come"

Deep sigh of relief on my part.

lol!

Although.

Keeping them locked up just meant shutting them behind their bedroom door.

The door wasn't actually locked.

I came to find this out during a recent visit when Lyon (Curious Lyon)

needed to see what was behind door # 1.

Ohhh, I had nightmares for a week after that!

Here is what happened:

My family and I were visiting some friends (the awesome ones mentioned above).

Everything was fine, conversation was good, kids were playing, when suddenly,

Lyon goes for the door, the one which kept the dogs out of my sight and mind.

I sat on the floor only a few feet away.

I don't know why I didn't think Lyon could open the door, but then the Lady of the house informed me that the door was not locked.

Panic rose up inside me like an unannounced tidal wave,

picking me up in its mass and swallowing me whole.

It was just like in my bad dreams, I couldn't move fast enough.

My legs and arms heavy and disabled.

I moved slowly to try to stop Lyon before he let the dogs out, but I just couldn't get there.

And then they were upon us.

My nightmares consisted of sharp barred teeth, ferocious barking and then the attack.

I always wake up before there is any blood shed,

breathless, my heart pounding, with a ringing in my ears.

Oh the horror!

That didn't happen in real life.

The dogs, two of them, ran right past Lyon who was quite stunned and thus crying.

They ran right past me, trying to get to Lyon so I could let him know it was all okay.

Though my own heart was pounding hard enough to let him know

that I clearly did not think it was okay.

It was over in a few seconds, all was well, we weren't attacked.

And yet.

I am sitting here in a cold sweat, my mouth dry, reliving it.

Sob! ='{

I know its ridiculous, as most fears are.

I can't seem to help it though.

I once decided I was going to get past it. I was going to take responsibility for my Mom's dogs while she was out of town, I was going to feed them and walk them and my Mom would come home to the happiest dogs in the world. Well the first time I went to feed them they were ravenous because the person who was supposed to be watching them had forgotten to feed them (which is why I took over) the dogs jumped and growled and groaned, I nearly had a heart attack. Finally having no other choice I tossed the dog food into their pen until I was certain they had had enough.

Imagine tossing meat to crocodiles!

That's what it felt like to me.

Ahhhhh!

Talking about my fear helps though.

I don't feel nearly as anxious as I do when I am lying about it.

Now if only the truth could just set me free from this fear,

I'd be set.

;D

Downhearted sometimes, but still just fine ;D

After the concern expressed after THIS post I felt it necessary to explain the reason for the downheartedness. I am fine, all is well. Sometimes I go through moments of downheartedness, but I quickly bounce back to a state of blissful happiness, so no worries.

That particular moment I happened to be surrounded by a completely torn apart messy house. I don't deal with disaster well, especially when it comes in the form of dirty dishes, unswept or un-vacumed floors, and toys everywhere.

The fact that my boys were making yet another mess, was just too much to handle, thus my downheartedness. Fortunately I was able to resist the urge to scream at my boys, and then break down in tears. I saw just how much fun they were having and knew it wasn't worth ruining. I remember being a kid, moments that I remember fondly are the ones uninhibited by angry adults. This is what I try really hard to remember when my boys are doing something that yes is destructive, but also harmless. As long as they are happy and laughing about it.

So please, no worries, all is well.

:D

Pourin my poor little heart out...

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Do you ever say something and have it taken the wrong way.

This has happened to me too many times.

Usually when texting, or when leaving a comment on a blog/status/tweet.

Its getting frustrating.

I say; blah blah blah Lol ;D

they say; uh, the nerve!

I say: huh?

They say: you jerk

I explain......

Do you get the picture?

The problem is too often I attempt to be short and concise when leaving a message.

I often have a good amount to say, but not wanting to carry on for a half hour I try to narrow that half hour down to a line or maybe two.

This leads to misunderstandings.

Too often the person on the receiving side of my quips is offended because I was so rude and unfeeling with my, lol's and winking smily's ;D

They mistake my lighthearted kind banter and knowing winks as mocking, harsh, raucous, and I know what you are really not saying, unbelieving winks.

And when I am misunderstood in that way, I want to shout out,

"whoa nelly!"

Calm down!

I'm teasing, I understand too well, or I just wanted you to know its okay to smile about the hard stuff sometimes.

Moral of this story: If you should receive an offensive quip from me, remember that you got it from ME and I would NEVER try to leave a mean message, EVER!