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I was youtubing beerchastra when that little pop up thing popped up about this boy. So I watched as...as you do. This could weaken anyone.

I am sure many of you have heard of the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), but I have decided it is time in this greenhouse gassed world to create an organization for the rights of the plants. The people for the ethical treatment of plants is the countermeasure for killing the oxygen generating, carbon dioxide reducing plants we all know and love.

Good food is my downfall. Once I find something I really enjoy eating, I will certainly take in as much as humanly possible thereby defying the law of physics, anatomy, and biology. It is truly amazing how MANY of the Red Lobster garlic cheese biscuits I can cram into my body and still have room for the fried flounder with rice pilaf.

During my childhood, it was stressed that people all over the world were starving to death and that I need to eat ALL of the food on your plate because I was basically taking food out of their mouth and throwing it away. Wow, talk about you guilt trip. Thus, the overeater began. During my childhood and early twenties, overeating never presented a challenge or an issue as my metabolism was very high. Now I am 40, rarely exercise, and can actually down MORE food than my twenties.

This makes it very difficult when I am trying to lose weight. I love good food. I have NO problem finishing off the plate. I travel continuously. Fast food is a staple. Sodas are another form of energy. I have tried to exercise regularly, eat within my calorie limit, and take make lunch to the office. But in my new work environment where nearly every lunch hour is away from the office...but still working, it is very hard to keep the urge to scarf down that Fuddruckers 1/2 pound bacon cheeseburger.

I have been using Sparkpeople for over a year now and I managed to lose 20 pounds. I just fall off of that wagon, over and over again. Then, the wagon backs up. There is no real point to this entry except for the fact that I need to realize and fight the urge to eat ALL of the food on my plate...and to force myself to get my arse out there and get some exercise.

So, my Queen has a HUGE fear of snakes. If she sees a snake, she will run screaming at the top of her lungs in any direction (walls not stopping). I personally do not have a fear of snakes. I can see them and I try not to bother them. In my mind snakes can be handled and are no big deal.

One of the people I work with we call Green Card has a huge fear of flying cockroaches. Cockroaches in general disturb me, to have them flying around would definitely add them to my fear list. To have cockroaches flying up and landing well, anywhere gives me the creeps.

But a couple nights ago, my fear of spiders took over and disturbed me long after. I was actually in a deep sleep when at 3:00AM I was awaken by a small critter crawling up my bare leg in bed. Without being fully awake, my hand took over and in one sweep moved the large brown hairy spider with white stripes from my leg to the bed next to me as it stared at me with it's hundred eyes. I grabbed my blackberry off the bed next to me a flicked the spider to the floor where I proceeded to pummel it thoroughly. When I felt it was equally tranquilized by the 25 beatings from the handheld device, I beat it again to the point of no return.

After a few minutes of pounding and having every light in the room on while I searched for any mates of the arachnid, I attempted to put my head back down, turn off the lights and go back to sleep.

Here is the problem. Once I have a spider crawl on your bare skin, I feel like EVERYTHING that touches me from that point on is another damn spider. I continue lifting the blankets and checking for spiderlings and try to fall asleep while holding completely still. I attempt to convince myself that what I just felt move was a hair on my leg. I hate when that happens.

The following day as I am as tired as a person who was woke up at 3:00AM, I walk out the door and through a spider web (another one of my favorite feelings). The house is a bit out in the woods so some spiders are expected...OUTSIDE the house. I figure if they come into my domain, I have a right to defend myself.

The following night, I was still a bit freaked out and left the night on all night so I could see them as soon as I wake up. That didn't work well either...ends up the light being up kept me from sleeping all night.

The Queen and I disagree about spiders vs. snakes. She states snakes are sneaky and mean and eat people. I state spiders you don't see coming, are mean and eat people. "But look at that big snake on Harry Potter" she says. "Did you NOT see the spiders in Harry Potter?" I respond.

I realize that this highly intellectual and fact filled discussion doesn't really provide the facts as I would normally produce, but look at the argument...it is spiders and snakes.