Tweezer Ninja

It doesn't take much to scare me.

A horror film, a book about ghosts, a creepy story told around the campfire - any number of things can get into my brain and when night falls, and I am alone, my imagination starts to run wild.

At the beginning of this week I was met with a few frightening tales I read online. The internet is a scary place, my friends. I read some unsettling stories of other bloggers having photos of their children stolen from their sites and used for various reasons. Then I read a horrible story of a Navy wife who was murdered while her husband was on deployment. With her killer still at large, the internet adds a whole new dimension to the case, since she was active on social networking sites. 

Being on Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, Flickr, or having a blog, and taking advantage of the awesome networking possibilities that the internet has to offer is so much fun. It can be easy to forget that there is a dark side to all of it though. There are bad people out there, with bad intentions. 

So these are the things that have been on my mind all week. 

Last night I kept hearing strange noises in the house. I'm pretty sure it was just the kids moving around in the cribs, but OMG it is so much louder at 11 o' clock at night! 

I couldn't sleep. I went out to watch TV, but the only thing on at that time is the news, and all they want to talk about is people getting murdered. 

And I hate that we have these big windows on the side of our house, and I haven't put curtains on them, and the outside light burned out like three months ago, so I can't see out the windows once it gets dark...but you can totally see IN.

So I naturally assume that there is always some serial killer or home invader just standing outside the window, dressed all in black with a hoodie pulled over his head - super creepy like - and he is staring at me. 

His gun/knife/nunchucks gleeming in the moonlight.

And he just watches me. 

So I act really tough when I walk by the windows, to give off the impression that he totally can't handle THIS.

Sometimes I yell toward the bedroom and have a super loud, pretend conversation with my husband and I mention how he is big and scary and has military training on how to kill people, so you should just move along to the next house, Mr. Serial Killer, because we are definitely not helpless victims for you to prey on.

Last night, just to prove this point, I brought my tweezers out to the family room with me and waved them around to show that I have some seriously sharp tweezers and I know how to use them.

So if any bad persons are reading this, and considering doing harm to my family or me, you would be wise to forget it, because this is one tweezer-wielding chick you don't wanna mess with.