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Today I have make to remarks at a really scary meeting. 

I'm so scared, in fact, that I might pee my pants.

Kinda like Ernie.

"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...

Kate: Hebejebes

Wet paper gives me the hebejebes.  Every single kind of wet paper: magazine pages, printer paper, newspaper, cardstock, post its, construction paper, tissue paper and every other kind of paper you can think of.  I hate the way that it looks and the way that it feels and just generally think that it's completely gross and seriously icky.  Just the mention of a wet piece of paper and I shutter.  Like my sister when someone talks about Robitussin cough syrup. (Danielle does not feel this way about Robitussin.) I don't even like wet paper after it's dried, because that crinkliness just forces me to think about the fact that it was once wet.

My kryptonite.  Just googling this image hurt.

This has been true ever since I was a kid.  I remember in elementary school teachers used to give us single sheets of paper (class newsletters, permission slips, bad kid notes, etc.) to bring home to our parents and the ice pack in my lunch box used to get them wet sometimes.  Ugh.  I literally gag just thinking about having to pull a wet piece of paper out of my backpack.

There are lots of reason to hate working in the summer, but one of my big ones is that during the summer the water bottle that I keep on my desk gets condensation on it and sometimes gets the papers on my desk wet.  And then I have to throw them out.  For real.

I lovelovelove the Metro, the free newspaper that's handed out on the T, because I have a really long commute and it keeps be up to date on the news, celebrity gossip, Boston sports and my horoscope.  It's one of the small joys of spending over an hour on the T each day.  But, on rainy days, sometimes I can't get the Metro because if it gets rain on it not only will I not be able to read it, it will actually ruin my morning.  Wet newspaper is by far the worst kind of wet paper.

This is the kind of thing that makes me believe in reincarnation.  Like, something must have happened to me in a past life that involved wet paper, right?  Perhaps I was buried alive in a pile of wet paper, or got some sort of weird wet paper paper cut... It really makes you think.

xo kate