tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972631398962037368.post2689576644691183320..comments2009-06-11T18:00:01.067-07:00Stickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693558544168590952noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972631398962037368.post-17632112501802214032009-06-11T18:00:01.067-07:002009-06-11T18:00:01.067-07:00That's scary! These are fun posts with all the vacation pics as you go... how's the trip going? (or are you back home?)lonestarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15555927841950877805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972631398962037368.post-80057014336089435402009-05-30T14:31:25.996-07:002009-05-30T14:31:25.996-07:00Oh geesh. I'm friggin scared of heights.The Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10409123245867533569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8972631398962037368.post-59470141270113567592009-05-30T13:48:30.528-07:002009-05-30T13:48:30.528-07:00That was one, just one, of the many things that freaked me out when we moved to this loverly state. The drop-offs by the side of the road. Some of them are only a few feet, but some are like that one and how's a person supposed to be in control of themselves? I don't have a fear of driving over bridges I have a fear of driving off the bridge. And what's this about no street lamps out here at night? I can't see anything in front of me! That's my rant. Now for today's StuffYouShouldKnow. It's on spontaneous combustion of the human variety.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07055990920284547062noreply@blogger.com