Yesterday we went to Cerro San Cristobal. And you can ride cable cars up to the top to see the statue. Well, like I said earlier, I am scared of high places. I am. I don't know how or why this fear developed, it just did. Maybe I need to see a hyponotist or something. I don't know. But I did agree to go on this little excursion, and I know my dh called me out on it while in the cable car.
He could see my face wrought with discomfort. He could also see my eyes as they didn't really stray too far from my son's face, who was sitting directly in front of me. You see, I'm OK sitting there. As long as I don't look down, I'm fine. I felt fine. Mostly. I was just acutely aware of our cable car dangling back and forth from a thin cable, I was thinking of what it might feel like to crash down to the earth. And I wondered how long it would take for paramedics to respond. For them to be called in the first place, and then drive through town, and up the side of the mountain . How long until they found our car amongst the trees. I wondered how bad we would be hurt. I felt fairly sure that we would all survive, but I still worried that we might fall.
Yes. I know. I'm a bit off kilter. But hey. It's my irrational fear we are dealing with. And you see, by me even going, I am and was dealing with it. I wasn't letting the whole fear thing, rule me. So we went. It's not to say that I didn't have a few irrational thoughts in my head. I was even thankful that we were enclosed in the tomb of hot sticky air. For certainly I would have had a whole new set of fears about falling out of the seat and over the railing somehow.
So like I was saying, dh called me out. He could see that I was not at my 100% comfort level. He said, "I know why you came here today." And I was all like, "Oh? You do, do you..." And then he said, "You don't even like this, you just did it so that you can take pictures for your blog." Busted. Well. I have no arguments there. I did it for my readers. (And for my mom.) As I'm certain she would appreciate the pictures.
So here are a few from yesterday. The first one is me, deceivingly happy and unafraid. (And Alexa is holding my specs. So that I may appear to look cooler without them on.)
Look how stinkin' high we were! I'm so proud of me. I did it! I managed the whole trip unscathed.
And last but not least, I received this award the other day from Patrice over at Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman.Thank you, thank you! Patrice you made my day! :) And along with it, I am to name 6 things that make me happy, and then pass it along. Here are those things:
1. My kids. (most of the time. )
2. Chocolate. (all of the time.)
3. watching Grey's Anatomy, uniterrupted.
4. finding a good sale.
5. Great fitting jeans.
6. The day that I fly back to the United States. (It will make me overwhelmingly, like I have yet to experience, happy.)
And I am going to share this super award with my friend Stephanie of Serenity Now! Serenity Now! I have enjoyed reading her blog very much. You see, she has a teenage daughter. And when I read it, I can see what life might be like to have a teenager in the house. (yikes!) Although I am nowhere near ready to even think about those kinds of things, I enjoy her stories. Hop on over and take a peek. She's super nice!