Showing posts with label evil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label evil. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2011

"Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is." ~ German Proverb


You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face... The danger lies in refusing to face the fear, in not daring to come to grips with it... You must make yourself succeed every time. You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

Last week, Finnleigh took a cue from Eleanor Roosevelt and faced her fears. That's right. She took on the evil-haunted-mobile-smiley-balloon. (You may recall that a balloon is haunting my bathroom.)



“Many of our fears are tissue paper thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them” — Brendan Francis



She was scared at first. But she slowly reached out and poked that creepy balloon in the mouth. Face to face. Mano a mano. Errr. Paw.




Finnleigh's bravery is an inspiration.


It is spring. And a new month. Not to mention, 2011 is your bitch.

Why not face one of your fears this week? Pick one. Take it down. And tell us about it. I'll do the same.

It can be a small little fear, or something huge and awful that has plagued you for years. Like spiders. Or alien abductions. (Not that I would know anything about fearing aliens...)

Don't be scared. We've got your back. That's what wolfpacks are for...

Friday, January 21, 2011

In completely unrelated news...

In completely unrelated news, I really, really hate these bears. They totally skeeve me out. And I try to never buy Charmin because of them.




Dear Sir or Madam,

Don't get excited--this is not an invitation to be in my baller wolfpack. On the contrary, I am here to tell you that your Charmin bears give me nightmares. (hmmm... that rhymes)

Polar bears who sled, and ice skate, and drink diet coke, are one thing; somehow, those bears are classy. But your "forest" bears who use cheap toilet paper, prance around, and giggle, and wiggle, and chase each other...is a completely terrible idea.  They make me feel dirty.  And wrong.  And dirty.

The prancing is really the worse part.

My advice: stop using the bears.

Consider puppies.

Best regards,
Danielle