Over at Girl Talk Thursdaythis week they are talking about things they are too scared to do. My list of things that makes me a pansy ass is, well, on the large side. Extra large. With a side of Xanax.

Ahem.

Go on a cruise. I don’t know if I just saw Titanic too many times or what, but the idea of being on a ship with no land in sight just does not excite me. I grew up on the beach in southern New Jersey( NO, not THAT Jersey Shore) and I have no beef with water. Just the big ass boat in the middle of all that water…with no way for me to swim to shore. And sharks. And going nuts from dehydration and drinking the salt water and being sunburned when we get shipwrecked…you get the idea.

Any type of public speaking.  My tum tum hurts just thinking about it. *shudder* I am painfully shy, though if you know me from twitter you may not believe it. This even went as far to bother me when I was a server, I never wanted to take big tables because I didn’t want to have to talk to them. Gah. Me is a wuss for sure.

Have another baby. Because you know…there are only two options here. I will either have a girl…which is scary enough on it’s own. Or I will have a boy, and then I will have THREE boys, which is scary scary shit in my world.

Be near or on a crane. I don’t know what it is, but I have a serious phobia of those hulking machines. Every day on my drive to work as I come over a hill I can see the town I work in. The town they are rebuilding the center of. The town that has not one, not two, not three but FOUR HUGE cranes that laugh in my direction every day. The hair on the back of my neck stands up the second I see them on the horizon. I’m going to stop talking about this now. EEK.

Open the cup I found under the couch. Yep, nope. Not going to happen. Ever.