30 & A Dreadful Finding

1. My sweet bestie posted a list of 30 things she wants to do before she reaching the age of 3-0 and I LOVE it so much that I'm going to make a list too!

List of 30
1. Read the entire Bible ALL the way through (Not skipping Numbers for once, tee-hee)
2. Adopt a rescue dog & train HER to be a therapy dog on the floor I work
3. Plan a spontaneous (yeah, I don't do that word usually!!) weekend trip w/ only a few hour notice
4. Go on a "big lake" fishing tour w/ my daddy
5. Learn to do a cartwheel
6. Faithfully pray for my future hubbie for 31 days straight (This is a post in itself)
7. Take a long train trip out west
8. Learn to take better pictures
9. Take cooking classes
10. Take sewing lessons
11. Learn to give more of myself & the $ God has given me
12. Take guitar lessons
13. Get back into ASL
14. Become a mentor
15. Find time for weekly craft time
16. Backpack through Ireland with my little sister, Molly
17. Send snail mail to unexpected people every single week
18. Learn to hunt w/ daddy
19. Take the 39 mile walk for breast cancer w/ Molly
20. Conquer my fear of mice (see below)
21. Become a foster mom
22. Make a "Come as you are" sign, put it on my door & embrace that motto
23. Hug. A lot.
24. Go snorkeling and parasailing somewhere beautiful
25. Make LOTS of beautiful dresses/clothes
26. Sleep in past 7 a.m.
27. Publish my book
28. Embrace who God made me to be
29. Invest fully in the lives of my friends and family
30. Faithfully write in Aubrey (my sweet niece!)'s journal


2. A Dreadful Finding

#20 "Conquer my fear of mice"

At one point in life I couldn't think of a single thing that I was afraid of. Height, blood/guts, dying, flying, driving, falling, etc. are not things that make me goosebump filled. But MICE. Are. Ew I shudder just thinking about them!

No, there is nothing CUTE about him!

This all began when a stinkin' cat in my horse's barn dropped a mouse that was still ALIVE at my feet. It became more of a problem when I took a hamster home from 3rd grade. The hamster, named "Hammy" (gee, weren't we creative?!), bit my finger when I was trying to get him out of his cage and he just wouldn't let go! So I might have flung him hard into the nearest wall. And he might of died. And I just might have gotten a new hamster to try to fool my classmates. ;)

My fear increased when my roomie and I were picking flowers from a field and she told me there was a little field mouse running around by us. (Yes, I did run and scream like a little girl!) And it darn near gave me a heart attack when I was on a family vacation, awake before everyone else (see I totally need to learn to sleep in!) and a little mouse shot out from under the couch I was sitting on. He struggling getting out of the door for a good 5 minutes, but I refused to move from the couch until my Aunt got up and checked that none of his friends around.

I don't do mice.

Fast forward to this morning. I was reaching underneath the kitchen sink and saw these brown/black flakes that looked like mouse poop. I screamed. Really, really, really LOUD and jumped up to sit on top of the kitchen cabinet, like the mouse was going to run out and eat me or something.

Much to my pleasure, the flakes were just from the pipes and not from a gross mouse's behind, but alas I am still deathly afraid of that little thing.

Ew.