Do you have?

[Beach Runner]

The Huey P. Long bridge is uncomfortable to drive over for me.

Oh, yeah. Especially after being at Mosca's where a guy died of a heart attack and fell over on me at the bar, then after that driving through a severe thunderstorm while crossing the Huey P. bridge back to NOLA, and then having our new car floating in a flood on the NOLA side of the bridge.

The next AM we arrived at brunch at Commander's, and the kitchen had burned down. Then we got a call from Mom saying that our poodle that she was babysitting for us dropped dead.

Lots of phobias from that.

 

[Alicia Leonard]

Oh, yeah. Especially after being at Mosca's where a guy died of a heart attack and fell over on me at the bar, then after that driving through a severe thunderstorm while crossing the Huey P. bridge back to NOLA, and then having our new car floating in a flood on the NOLA side of the bridge.

The next AM we arrived at brunch at Commander's, and the kitchen had burned down. Then we got a call from Mom saying that our poodle that she was babysitting for us dropped dead.

Lots of phobias from that.

Good lawd, BR. You said Huey P Long and thunderstorm and I got nauseous. Honey, that was a horrible few days for you. My ex of 12 years was born and raised in Morgan City, so I got all the scary and weird sight seeing stuff when we went home to see his family.

 

[Beach Runner]

Good lawd, BR. You said Huey P Long and thunderstorm and I got nauseous. Honey, that was a horrible few days for you. My ex of 12 years was born and raised in Morgan City, so I got all the scary and weird sight seeing stuff when we went home to see his family.

Never been to Morgan City, although as an art history minor at Tulane, I did spend a lot of time visiting plantation homes near there with our Louisiana architecture prof. My roommate was also in my classes. She lives in Napoleonville now.

That bridge is still the way it was in the early 80s?

 

[Alicia Leonard]

Never been to Morgan City, although as an art history minor at Tulane, I did spend a lot of time visiting plantation homes near there with our Louisiana architecture prof. My roommate was also in my classes. She lives in Napoleonville now.

That bridge is still the way it was in the 70s?

I don't know if it's the same, I just didn't care at all for it, and bridges don't freak me out too much. My ex was from Cajun country. The whole family had french accents and sometimes the conversations were half English and half bastardized french. They owned a shipping company and kept an apartment off Burbon and had a house down in Grand Isle. When people talk about Cajun, they're talking about people from Morgan City and further south: http://www.cajuncoast.com/

 

[Douglas the Intrepid]

No, it's the minute or the day, not the hour or the year (I hope, as 2013 is coming fast).

And it only counts if I see the clock say :13.

I was actually hit by a cement truck on friday the 13th back in 1989! Spun me around twice and totalled my camaro. My friday the 13ths since then have been pretty tame...I guess I got all the bad mojo done with in one fell swoop!

 

[DuneAHH]

No, it's the minute or the day, not the hour or the year (I hope, as 2013 is coming fast).

And it only counts if I see the clock say :13.

I need to teach you tarot and numerology... you'll be cured of deez fearz
But there is no cure for clowns and sock monkeys ROFL! (I think they're creepy-as-all-gitt too!)

 

[DuneAHH]

Ah, yeah. I'm terrified of driving over bridges that are made of that grating material... You know the kind, they rattle and shake with every new car that follows you, and you can see the water below... Eeeeewwwwww.

This reminded me... Did you ever have to go to the bathroom in one of those old open hole outhouse dealios? Way back when there weren't any lovely modern roadside rest stops... I was always afraid of falling into the stank-abyss. After watching the movie about Lizzie Borden/40 whacks, my stankabyssaphobia escalated. I'd much rather squat in the bushes than teeter on top of a stank-abyss.

 

[Beach Runner]

This reminded me... Did you ever have to go to the bathroom in one of those old open hole outhouse dealios? Way back when there weren't any lovely modern roadside rest stops... I was always afraid of falling into the stank-abyss. After watching the movie about Lizzie Borden/40 whacks, my stankabyssaphobia escalated. I'd much rather squat in the bushes than teeter on top of a stank-abyss.

Uh, yeah. Two of Mom's siblings lived outside Tyler, TX, on farms with no running water and outhouses. Granny lived with Mom's brother and family, so when we visited them we stayed there. I was a kid and thought it was great fun. Getting water from the well, bathing in a big wash tub with Mom and my aunt pouring boiled water in the tub to warm it up. Granny going out and getting fresh eggs for breakfast and making homemade biscuits. Granny (great cook) going to the garden to get fresh vegetables for meals, chasing down a chicken to wring its neck and frying it up. Great memories. Not too fond of the odors in the outhouse, but even that was an adventure for an Atlanta kid.

A relative of ours had a cabin on Jackson Lake (I think they now call it Lake Jackson), south of ATL. It had an outhouse. Daddy and Mom liked to fish, so we'd go there frequently. One day Mom was in the outhouse and a snake appeared out of the "toilet"! She screamed! We never went back.

For years I had a phobia of snakes in the toilet bowl (with indoor plumbing). Still kinda do.

BTW Mom bought Granny a house in Tyler because she didn't like Granny living in those conditions. Her siblings moved into town too. Not fun to visit when they moved from the farms where I got to chase chickens and pet cows and eat 'maters off the vine.

 

[DD]

While googling snake phobia, I decided to look for the rest of my phobias.....




Heights--Acrophobia, Altophobia, Batophobia, Hypsiphobia or Hyposophobia.

Crowds--Agoraphobia
Closed in spaces--Claustrophobia
Airplanes (not because of the height-but the closed in part and about a million other reasons)--
Escalators
Balls flying through the air toward me
Germs (not to an extreme though)Misophobia or mysophobia
Hair where it's not supposed to be--Chaetophobia, Trichopathophobia, Trichophobia, or Hypertrichophobia
Spoiled foodCibophobia.

Driving at night

Some weren't listed, maybe only my little private phobias. :roll:


Here's the list:
http://phobialist.com/reverse.html#D-

I can't look any more for fear of identifying more....

 

[DD]

Add one more. Touching raw meat.