Nervous Nellie.

That'd be me, Nervous Nellie.

And why am I nervous this time?

Because Saturday is T's birthday party. He chose to have a snow tubing party at a local park reserve. Where you sit in big tubes and fly down a hill really, really fast.

This screams danger to me.

I've never done this snow tubing thing. As a matter of fact, the extent of me and snow sports these days is standing outside and trying to stay warm. I'd add looking cute too but I know all too well that me, all bundled up, is not so cute.

I think I'm an outdoorsy girl. I've gone on trips to the Boundary Waters, canoeing and portaging for days. I love being outside and in nature. In the summer.

As a kid, I loved sledding and playing in the snow until I was so cold I thought my finger tips would fall off. My uncle used to take us snowmobiling and I enjoyed that too. And even now I don't mind going out with the kids or taking H out for a little bit of time to prance in the snow.

But sitting in a big round tube going at a rapid pace down a hill...scares me?

Maybe it's the fact that I am realizing I am not so invincible after all. Maybe my skin is thinner now.

So when I told T's mom, L, the other day that my plan was to hang out in the warming house, she laughed at me and then told me that I'd be wearing her stepdaughters snowpants and getting my tush down the hill.

She's promised me that I will not get injured and that I might even enjoy it.

If I post after Saturday, that's a sign that I made it.

So if you think of me, say a little prayer for Nervous Nellie me between 1pm and 3pm while I'm sailing down a hill. Screaming.