tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post5225007905599854899..comments2023-06-12T09:10:28.735-07:00Comments on Cookies for Emergencies: The Birds Series: The RunawaySarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17285537502589130920noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post-48034105891569597602012-05-29T17:18:25.254-07:002012-05-29T17:18:25.254-07:00I'm sure that you'll get your own chance t...I'm sure that you'll get your own chance to witness my particular brand of crazy! :)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17285537502589130920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post-34511600331887781082012-05-29T17:17:47.391-07:002012-05-29T17:17:47.391-07:00We bird phobics keep a low profile, but we're ...We bird phobics keep a low profile, but we're out there! :)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17285537502589130920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post-23207270365789861522012-05-27T00:36:36.539-07:002012-05-27T00:36:36.539-07:00This is just perfect, Sarah! I am laughing as I w...This is just perfect, Sarah! I am laughing as I write this and it's even better having just finished reading Andria's splendid post on Raphael and hearing about the chicks first there (but not hearing this part of the story). I wish I had been there! ;-)Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11858644389364260812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post-58988777576776172062012-05-21T22:34:24.439-07:002012-05-21T22:34:24.439-07:00I met another "bird traumatized" victim ...I met another "bird traumatized" victim this past weekend - you are not alone! She claims it all started with the bird mobile her parents hung above her crib as an infant. = ) There must be a support group out there somewhere...Daverickahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15717622035174277451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post-59157387581275922912012-05-21T12:53:44.626-07:002012-05-21T12:53:44.626-07:00See, this is funny because I'm the designated ...See, this is funny because I'm the designated spider killer in my family! They don't bother me at all! I'm glad, though, that someone else can burst into sobs and shakes over animal "trauma" just like me. So far I've still managed to keep my cool in front of the kidlets...but that's only going to last so long before I completely blow my cover and either traumatize them OR give them ammunition against me for the rest of my life! :)Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17285537502589130920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932069468396633345.post-70038295587204949402012-05-21T12:47:05.198-07:002012-05-21T12:47:05.198-07:00Oh, Sarah--I'm sorry to laugh, but a chick?! ...Oh, Sarah--I'm sorry to laugh, but a chick?! So, so funny. Not that I haven't acted the same way about a spider, mind you, but I've managed to learn not to flip out at the little ones:). Although I do think that is mostly due to a run-in with a freakishly awful big one ON THE CEILING with no one between it and my kids but me. The only reason I didn't go pound on the neighbor's door was the fear that I'd come back to find it GONE and not know when it might attack one of us;). Calling 911 seemed extreme;), so instead I called my mom, who tried not to make fun of me;), and I ended up using a 4-foot long board to kill it while standing on a chair (so it wouldn't land on my head). After I jumped off the chair and saw the guts, I started sobbing and shaking. No kidding. Very traumatic. The little guys are nothing after that;). Guess I shouldn't laugh at your chick:). Glad your kids are still alive:).Kirstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15707444068628430325noreply@blogger.com