Me and My Achilles

So I've decided to start "What Scares Me Wednesdays". Welcome to the first installment. Warning, this will probably go on forever considering I am scared of nearly everything.

Recently, one of my fears hit a little too close to home. I found a small gash on my leg on top of the Achilles tendon. I have no idea where it came from but by the time I found it blood was caked too it. I nearly fainted.

Getting cut through my Achilles tendon is one of my greatest fears. EVER. Like if you see me in a dress or shorts take notice. I don't shave that part of my leg. I could slip, you know. I could go crazy and just keep cutting. Even I don't know what I'm capable of, heh. I think it all started because for some reason when I was very small my mom thought that it would totally legit for me to watch Pet Semetary. Yeah. Not cool. Most things about the movie really didn't bother me, in fact to this day for some reason I'm not totally opposed to the idea of a real pet cemetery. However, when I saw that kid and his hand and that knife swiping from under the bed I was done. It seemed as if I would never again carelessly let my legs hang off the bed without fear. As time went on I began to conquer my fear and eventually it was a distant memory. Through the years I had watched many other scary movies and had been fine, that's until I saw Child's Play. I'm not actually sure which one I saw first but that fear I got from the Pet Semetary kid was back with vengeance. I imagined Chucky hiding in doorways and under my bed with a switchblade trying to cut my Achilles tendon. Creepy, I know.

Actually this is creeping me out. I think I'm going to go to bed and finish this in the day light. Eeek...

Ok. I made it to another day without my Achilles severed. Anyways, my fear never subsided after Child's Play. Why? I'm not sure. I kind of think it's because Chucky refuses to die and he will always be lurking with an ax or switchblade. As I grew into a teenager the fear grew with me. Not only was I afraid of letting my feet hang off the bed, I was afraid of standing too close to a car in the dark, or basically any edge that someone could hide under and cut me! I mean I can't even go to Europe now thanks to Hostel. What if I get kidnapped and the person who wants to kill me is an I-love-to-cut-Achilles-tendon person? Is that really how I'm suppose to go? By the way copying the URL for that last picture almost killed me. Ugh.

Thanks to these horror movies, I have to sit and wonder what happened to my ankle. Was Chucky under my jeep? Did I barely escape death? Or did I just scuff it on something somewhere? I'll never know, but now I know I won't be able to shake this fear.

Wow, this week has been a blur. I can't believe its Friday again. I've been working on the house a little bit, mostly mundane things like laundry and dishes. Nothing special. I haven't been trying to overwork myself either, but that is getting on my nerves. I'd like to be done with cleaning this house.

I got a new bedroom suit for my birthday so I've been trying to get that organized. That is not going well, AT ALL. I decided on Wednesday that I was going to buckle down and put everything in its place in the bedroom. However, my shoe rack broke last Friday. I'm not talking about any shoe rack, I have this crazy large shoe rack. It looks something like this. So I decide to fix it because I can't have 50 pairs of shoes haphazardly thrown on the floor. Well I fix the shoe rack by taking shoe boxes and bracing it. No, I don't know why I thought that would work. At some point when I was sitting in front of the monstrosity I knew it was a bad idea. I began to pray to Carrie Bradshaw that my shoes would stay up and not knock me out. She listened, for about five seconds. The shoes didn't knock me out, which was the part I was concerned about. So needless to say my room is still a wreck with 50 or more pairs of shoes everywhere.

Other than that my week has been pleasant. The weather has been beautiful and I can't really complain.

I am Amber.

Hey. I'm Amber and this is my first blog post on blogger. I hate first posts, but I guess it's unavoidable. I've been blogging half of my life in various areas of the internet. I do it for the memories, so I can look back.

I am 22 years old and I live on farm in Virginia with my fiancée, Wes. We've lived together for almost two years now. We have a lot of animals, dogs, cows, pigs, and goats. I use to despise life on the farm but recently I've been really embracing it. Most people will never experience the things I do and I'm appreciative of that.

This blog will be about me, my life, experiences, and ideas as I navigate into adulthood. Hope you enjoy the ride.