Merely Fearly

In my last attempts to grasp at summer, I decided I need to get out with my kids. Go for a drive. Explore some of the great landscape and feel the fresh air. Roam and take pictures. I don't get out much without my husband. I'm just that way. More comfortable to have him (or another adult) with me when I venture out and about into the big ole scary world. I hate being this way..hate being a bit of a homebody and un-adventurist. But as I was talking to my sister yesterday, I told her I needed to get out more on my own and with my children. And she said "Do it. Just do it. Go. Get out." The days and years pass me by. I don't want to look back and think about how I was fearful of "doing". It's silly really. But it's me. I want to change this about myself. I really really do.

And then!!.... just a minute ago I was talking to Corey and he said "be careful as you drive around this week because the Bandido Club will be in town". What??!!!! Are you kidding me??!!! (I really didn't think these motorcycle gangs were real and bad. Just cute, scruffy Harley Davidson dudes exist, right?) Great. Just great. The moment I feel I am taking a step towards independent-fun-roaming-abouts, he tells me this. The nation's fastest-growing outlaw biker gang??!!!! Shoot. I don't want a beer bottle broken over my head. Not this week.

Now what do we do? Go to the library again I guess.
When will my Fearless Living book get here, darn it!

disclaimer:
I'm not really scared of the motorcycle gang. I think they are more criminal in their own groups or against other motorcycle groups. I just use this as another excuse to be fearful.