Before all 5 of you who actually read my last post about a motorcycle begin to think that I am fearless, and am okay with the fact that my 18 year old son who has no previous experience on any kind of motorcycle and spent a very limited amount of time on an atv as a child (yes, because of his mother's fears), I must clarify some things for you. The post was actually just poking fun at my teenager and the wonderful theory of ...buy now, pay later.
Oh believe me. I am not fearless by any means.
I fear many things.
Snakes for one. They freak me out. Just looking at them through the glass at the zoo brings on nightmares for weeks.
I fear closed doors at night. What if something happens to one of my kids, or my house catches on fire and I'm the last to know?
I'm afraid that when I die, people won't be able to find good things to say about me.....(I mean if they talk bad about Michael Jackson, what are they going to say about me?) And what if no one comes to my funeral? I guess I shouldn't care. It's not like I'm actually going to be there either.
I am afraid of cruise ships and airplanes. I like my feet to be on solid ground and I've never been on either of these. Don't know if I can ever bring myself to do it. Pete is hoping I'll conquer these particular fears. (I'm working on it)
I don't like shopping after dark. Dark parking lots are spooky and it's not a good feeling. I'm so vulnerable...and clumsy.....and female. A prime target.
I have never let my kids eat hard candy. What if they choke and I can't revive them?
I have always had a fear of things men put together such as rollercoasters and those crazy swings at amusement parks that have you flying over water. What if one just flies right off? The one I happened to be on?
I had a dream one time I drove off a bridge. Since that dream, I have greatly feared not being able to get myself or my kids out of their seatbelts and out of the van. So much that I had Pete purchase a glass breaker and seatbelt cutter to help my insecurities.
So just in case there is any question...I defintely do not want Big Dan to save his money all to spend it on a motorcycle.
Even the very thought of him on something that goes from 0-125 mph in 60 seconds...(or whatever it does)....
You better believe I'm scared.
Santa Claus is coming to town
2 days ago