needles, & roaches, & drops, oh my

if you know me, you know that i have a few fears- some bigger than others.

i hate needles with a passion. i've had panic attacks at the doctor before & i always have to lie down to get any kind of shot or i will straight pass out. i've never had blood drawn & i know the day is coming, but i'm gonna wait as long as i possibly can. hellllllp.

i hate roaches. i know they can't hurt or bite me, but they sure can jump out & scare me to death & that's almost worse. they always seem to know that i'm the one scared of them because they fly at my face, land in my hair when i'm sleeping (yes that happened when i was in high school), run over my bare feet, etc. gross gross gross.

i also hate the feeling of falling. jumping off cliffs isn't my idea of a good time. i never want to bungee or sky dive or any of that jazz. hang gliding i could do because it's not as much of a free fall. anyway, i hate all those drop rides- drop zone at carowinds, tower of terror at disney, etc. i vow never to ride them. well...

i tell you this to explain how big of a deal it was that i actually went on the drop of fear/death/whatever at the fair last nite. it was horrific, of course, but i did it. freakin jay made me. i'm pretty sure his arm fell off from loss of circulation due to my squeezing. good grief if they didn't keep us up at the top for like 500 hours before the drop. kill me now.

other than that, the fair was beyond fun. grubbs, matt, jay & i tore up the food (more them than me- i had a corn dog from Bailey's- the best & really only good corn dog place). we rode a few rides, saw some sweet hairstyles/short shorts/tight jeans, and helped will pick out the pefect designed t-shirt for taylor. it's probably the best shirt i've ever seen.

i'm going back to the fair thursday to buy the wristband & get my ride on for real this time and i can't wait. polar express, crazy mouse, zipper, here i come. drop of crap, you will not see me again. good riddance.