I was in line at my all time favorite tea shops- yes, Starbucks (i know, i know- but their Herbal London Fog is to DIE FOR, well that sounded a little extreme,
ok, I would wait in line for it even if there was still 8 people ahead of me.), anyways, I heard this little boy talking to his little sister…
about things they were afraid of. And well, that got me thinking….

Things I am afraid of:

::: Heights- anything higher than 5 feet off the ground makes me slightly nervous and my fear just escalates from there to a point where
I almost feel a  little dizzy and my stomache starts to turn.  However I am really good when it comes to flying in a plane, or when
I am harnessed (rock climbing), or jumping on a trampoline.
::: Anything creepy crawly unless it is in its proper surroundings- nature, and still even then…
::: I am afraid that I will start taking life too seriously.
::: that I saw yellow leaves forming on trees on tonights walk with Mr. Burgess.
:::  That my feet will never have a pedicure this summer. just the thought makes me shiver.
::: that all SIX of my alarms won’t go off on a Saturday morning (to shoot a wedding).
::: that Oodle Noodle will go out of business because it is the bee’s knees.
::: That Matt’s piggybank (from his teen years), which is a spikey haired angry lookin’ gangsta’ , will fall off the bookshelf and break…. not.
::: The dark night. Like my mum always said, nothing good happens after dark.
::: That Mr. Burgess will get his hands on my Highschool play DVD- where I played a spoon. yes, a spoon. like the kind of spoon you eat cereal with.
::: Deep water- If I can’t touch, I am very hesitant to swim… and if I finally get brave and get coaxed into it I will ONLY do it if there is  a wall or
ground a few meters away…
::: The weigh scale. scccarrryy.

Mucho Love,
Kari

Matt and I just returned from a fabulous trip to the USA.
It was alot of driving. Normally, not my cup of tea.
But anytime Matt and I drive somewhere,
we have a disgusting amount of fun! Thats right. A disgusting amount.

We sing. Whether he’ll admit it or not. We BOTH sing.
He’s Sonny and I’m Cher. Minus the mustache and a body that is size 1.

….and we Dance. Oh, how we dance. Lets just say, I caught a few driver-by-ers, staring at our saweet moves. jealous.

However, as fun as driving is, I know that a certain somebody doesn’t trust another certain someone behind the steering wheel…
Just because I like to go a little bit faster than the designated speed limit, and  sometimes I brake suddenly,
AND just because I have hit a curb…or two…or three, while turning corners does not mean that someone should
worry for their safety.
Afterall, I would be wearing a very cute pair of high heels.., (does that help my case at all??)

Its kind of funny because we both secretly know it that he has hestitations about my driving.
But it has never been said. Outloud.
Whenever I am behind the steering wheel, Matt isn’t able to fall asleep.
He claims: ‘I can’t sleep when anyone else is driving’…. ‘Its not you,It is if anyone is driving’….’Its hard to sleep in a car’.
So, you’re telling me that after 11 hours of driving, singing, dancing and NO redbull you can’t sleep for 15 minutes??
Common Mr. Burgess, you have to come up with a better story than that.  I’m not buyin’ it.
On our drive home. He was pretty tired, so I suggested I drive.
Well he can’t say no… or what would that imply?
As I was driving safely I told him to close his eyes for 15 minutes straight, and just let your mind go into a total state of relaxation,
and you will automatically fall asleep.
BUT.
I saw that terd peeking.
More than once. After the 15 minutes, he ‘woke’ up, and said ‘See, I told you I can’t sleep in cars.’
Oh, Mr. Burgess you are a sneaky one.

I drive how I drive. And their ain’t nobody who can reign in this wild horse………. except police officers.
They can bring a gallop to a trot. Temporarily.
( yes mom, I know ain’t, ain’t a word..)