let me clear this up....

Several people have asked about this 'Emetophobia' I claim to suffer from. I probably should not have used that word to define my fear of vomit. So, for those of you that don't know Emetophobia is the irrational fear of vomiting, being around others who are vomiting, and/or the vomit itself. I cannot say that a doctor, or therapist has ever used this exact word in describing my fears...but it seems to make sense. Years back I looked up 'the fear of vomit' and this is what came up so I assumed I had it.

Long and short of it is as a little girl I developed this fear, the fear of vomit - seeing people vomit, that I would vomit in public. I was more afraid that someone near me would get sick and then I in turn would get sick. For some reason I connected this fear to eating in restaurants, it did occur in other places, at other times, but for the most part it was restaurants that I strayed from. In the third grade I broke my arm pretty bad, it all started then. For several years I refused to eat in restaurants, if the family went, I didn't eat, or I would completely 'freak out'. Knowing what I know now, this 'freak out' was a full fledged panic attack. My parents couldn't understand what I was going through, I didn't understand either. So I went to different doctors, mostly psychologists....we played Parcheesi a lot when I went there, that's all I really remember.

As the years went on the fear seemed to lesson, I could eat out in restaurants without having panic. I still had a fear of throwing up. If someone got sick at school, or anywhere near me I avoided the area like the plague - still do to be honest. I went through high school with no major attacks, head off to college and seemed to be good. Funny as it was I ended up working in a restaurant in Eugene, and stayed in the 'profession' for 10 years. Once in a blue moon someone would get sick, again, I would avoid it. I would NEVER be the one to clean up the customers mess, someone else would always do it. I managed to make it through with out mishaps.

I still have this fear, although it has gotten better with age. I still hate throwing up, and if anyone ever says they feel sick I immediately ask 'Are you going to throw up?'. If someone is sick I stay clear, I am not one to 'hold your hair'. I am very scared to fly, they have puke bags everywhere! I have never witnessed one being used and I hope I never do. To this day I don't ever want someone to hear or see me get sick, I turn on music really loud if I think I might get sick.

SO, I hope this clears up my self diagnosed 'emetophobia'. If you are ever feel pukey, please stay away. :)

This ones 4 you Sarah...

My friend Sarah posted this on her blog, at the end she had to 'tag' people she thought would re-post and answer the questions. I was 'tagged', so here you are Sarah, only 4 you....

4 THINGS I WAS DOING 10 YEARS AGO:
1. Waiting tables and thinking I was the bomb digity
2. Spending astronomical amounts of time with my dear friend Hope
3. Living with my parents after moving home from Eugene
4. Spending a lot of money in gas riving to and from Eugene on my time off

4 THINGS ON MY TO-DO LIST FOR TODAY:
1. I have lots on my to-do list, go to the bank
2. Send some samples of my work to a potential client
3. Get gas
4. Finish a book

4 RANDOM THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY HUSBAND (I am not married Sarah, not sure you knew that?, so lets say 4 things I would like in a husband?):
1. to be my best friend
2. to be taller than me ;)
3. to be intelligent and educated
4.
to value family

4 JOBS I HAVE HAD:

1. an ice cream/yogurt shop girl
2. a waitress
3. an office cronie/filer extraordinaire
4. designer of pretty things

4 MOVIES I HAVE WATCHED MORE THAN ONCE:
1. dirty dancing
2. interview with a vampire
3. triplets of bellevue
4. back to the future

4 PLACES I HAVE LIVED:
1. Lake Oswego, OR
2. Eugene, OR
3. Portland, OR
4. Wilsonville, OR (Ya, I get around)

4 PLACES I HAVE BEEN:
1. San Jose, Costa Rica
2. Amsterdam, Netherlands
3. Bimini, Bahamas
4. Rome, Italy

4 PLACES I WANT TO VISIT:
1. Cape Town, South Africa
2. Prague, Czech Republic
3. Ayuthaya, Thailand
4. Auschwitz-Birkenau, Poland

4 TV SHOWS I WATCH:
1. LOST
2. Fringe (new one that is SO good)
3. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
4. Mad Men

4 THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT ME:
1. I suffer from Emetophobia - :)
2. I love having my feet tickled
3. I won the smiling contest on Ramblin Rod when I was little
4. I almost always take baths, never showers


Feeling a little spooked...

I haven't written in awhile, doesn't seem like there is much to say as of yet - I am still in Portland attempting to tackle this ginormous list of things I have to do before I leave. 'The List', as I call it, has been keeping me up at night, floating in my dreams and haunting me in my nightmares. There are big things on 'the list', and small things on 'the list', but it all plays a role, no matter the size, in my journey to come. Some things are big, like get my student VISA, others are small such as by outlet converters for my laptop and what not. I don't like doing these types of things, meetings, appointments, forms, errands...I hate errands (death by errands as my auntie Beth would say). I have always thought that being a grown up wasn't much fun because of these types of lists, I have struggled with this for a while. I liked it much better when my mom was in charge of the list, and I was in charge of playing. I am tackling 'the list' though, attacking it with full force....next weekend. :) Moving to Italy will hopefully do more for me than just help me become a better artist, my hope is that it will help me like all aspects of being a grown up, even the dreaded 'list'.

I have been having a lot of anxiety, sleepless nights about all sorts of things, as some would ask 'what's new with that?'...all kidding aside. I am questioning my decision to completely leave everything I know and love in my
life for a year. I know I made the right decision, I know that I am going to have a fabulous time and grow SO much in SO many ways that I cannot even understand right now. With that said, I have never been one to make decisions easily, even the simplest of decisions such as what color of underwear to put on in the morning - I am constantly second guessing myself. So to make this decision, it's big, it's really big for me. I am worried that I will miss things when I am gone. I am worried that things will happen in the lives of those I love and I will miss it all. I know we can send pictures back and forth, and email, and skype...but I am not sure it will be the same. In reality, all I am doing is waiting for things to happen in their lives instead of making things happen in mine - I very much aware of this. I also know that I cannot be there for every special moment in the lives of those I love, I need to be in my own specail moments. Instead of waiting for them, I am going to start making my own 'moments'. I worry my niece and I will grow apart, that when I get back she will be 'too cool' for me. I worry that my closest friends will no longer be my closest, or that my BF will find a new one (yes I just used the term BF, if it is a term?). I really worry that my sister will have a baby while I am gone, adn that would be really hard as I am supposed to take pictures. I know I shouldn't worry, but it's what I do. Some people smoke, I worry. I know that people will go on living without me, they might miss me, I will miss them. What truly bothers me is that I can't seem to focus on how extremely lucky I am to be able to have this amazing experience. I mean, I am SO dam lucky, so fortunate, so blessed, I know all this - so why can't I seem to focus on it instead of all the other crap? This is scary, very scary for a mama's girl like me.

You know the hardest part? The part that breaks my heart when
I think about it...the most pathetic part. My cats, it is killing me to leave my cats. I am worried they won't remember me when I get home. I am worried I won't get them back. I love them so much. It's been me and them for several years, they have been there for me through the good times and the bad...I know I sound like a crazy cat lady, I probably am. Pets are such comforts, and to leave them is making me feel like a horrible person. I know they will be loved and very well taken care of, but knowing all of that does not make it any easier. I bottle fed them from when they were teeny tiny, they think I am there mom, I am there mom. Enough about the cats....

So this was a little bit of a depressing blog, but it's the truth, and I want to be honest. I know these things; I am scar
ed shitless of what lies ahead, I am so excited for what lies ahead, and I am ready to take it all on whatever it is scary or not. On another note I dyed my hair, I am trying to look the part of the eccentric artist...what do you think?




Where is the tooth fairy when you need her?


I went to the dentist a few weeks ago. I am trying to get all that fun stuff out of the way before I head out. I am not exactly sure what kind of care I will get when I am in Florence, so I want to take care of anything I am in need of now. Anyways, while at the dentist we realized one of my frontish teeth (I think its called an incisor) was a little loose. Long ago I had it capped over, the adult tooth was really small so they tried to build it up to match the other one. The doc said this tooth was really loose and if I didn't do something before I left I run the risk of loosing it while I am in Italy, which wouldn't be good. They suggested I get an implant, it takes about three months. They pull the old tooth, put in a peg, let it heal for three months, then they stick on the new tooth. After a little contemplation I decided to go through with it. Since I leave in about three months I needed to get the peg in ASAP so it can start bonding with my jaw bone. I had the procedure last Friday, and all went well. The used the old tooth as my temporary, bonding it to the teeth next to it. I am not supposed to use it at all. Well, it already fell out...which I suspected would happen but not this soon. I am now walking around with this huge hole in my mouth, it's very becoming of myself. I am getting a lot of flack from co-workers...so I decided to go along with it. I am getting it glued back on after work, but until then I look like a blonder, heavier Amy Winehouse. I have attached some goofy pictures as we are a little slow at work so I decided to have a little fun with it. One is my attempt to imitate sloth from 'Goonies', the other a diagram as to where the tooth should be. :) Happy brushing.