With absolutely no disrespect in mind or inappropriate reference to the bombing at Pearl Harbor, this is the landscape of my thinking at times. My daughters have even referred to these occasional lapses as Mom/the Voice of Doom.
I really did feel I needed to warn all three daughters, while at Texas A&M, to beware of someone hiding under their car in the campus parking garage who could slash their Achilles tendon with a knife and disable them.
I really did think that I needed to sit with my back to the wall in public places, as I have previously shared on this blog, perhaps time traveling to the era of shoot outs with Bonnie and Clyde.
I really did nod at my husband in complicit agreement, in our hotel room in New Normal, Texas tonight, when he returned from locating the exit with the count of the number of steps from our room to the stairs.
I really did , while growing up on a ranch, walk with my head down looking for rattlesnakes because my father told me to.
I have so many wonderful warnings stored in my memory bank- both precious and extreme that I would love to share.
Oddly enough, I ignore warnings directed at my own behavior ( specifically associated with cholesterol, exercise, bone loss, weight gain/loss, hormones, artificial sweeteners, Diet Coke side effects,dry skin, crossword puzzles for maintaining my thinking- including brushing my teeth with my left hand ,and Pearl Harbor really does come to mind).
My office is now open for advice , solutions, opinions, and dire warnings.
(I need a distraction!)