stupid heights

This fantastic weather is making me want to get something accomplished so I decided to clean out the vehicles. The entire time I kept looking at the Christmas lights thinking those suckers need to come down.  I'm tellin ya one thing, I don't do heights.  Nate is in charge of the lights.  But I couldn't handle it anymore.  I figured my ocd could win over my fear of heights because they were driving me crazy. So out came the ladder.  I tried to climb up it a couple of times with no success.  So what do I do?  Call for the 10 year old to get on the roof and get them down.  He scurries up the ladder like he has done it 1000 times:

I can't be outdone by a kid so I muster all of my courage and head up the ladder again.  I actually got a leg up on the roof.  This is about three rungs higher than I can normally accomplish.  I was feeling all proud until I tried to get my other leg on the roof....then I just got stuck.  Seriously, I could not for the life of me move.  I had nothing to hold onto to pull me up and I was afraid if I tried to go back down the ladder was going to fall out from under me.  I panicked man.  That in turn made the 10 year old jump into action and come and grab my hand.  If I fell he was going down with me.  So I started yelling for Grif.  Grif has a speed that is slightly faster than a snail but alas, he came out of the house to see what all the commotion was about.  I'm praying and screaming at the same time (it can be done) when I decide to calm down because I can't let this moment be forgotten.  So I tell Grif to go grab the camera.  I have decided to actually post the pic he took because Nate is always telling me I need to relax and not be so uptight all the time.  This is a pretty big deal because there are 2 extremely embarrassing things about it.  1- my booty looks very large and in charge and 2- we look totally white trash because we had to rip out our bathtub/shower and haven't hauled it all to the dump yet so it is just sitting on our deck. (I do need to post pics of the new tub.  I have to pole vault to get into it.  Another post for another day.) 

Anyway, here goes nothing:

Nice, right?  I stayed like that for probably 10 minutes (with dilon holding my hand the whole time).  I was debating on whether or not to have Grif call Nate and have him come help me.  Instead I closed my eyes, threw my leg back down, and very carefully descended.  I think I may have kissed the ground a time or two when I was finally down.  Dilon just went back to work pulling the lights off like it was nothing.  I am still shaking and this was like 2 hours ago.  I almost cut my finger off when I was cutting the potatoes for dinner.  Never again.  If it was up to me our poor house would never have a Christmas light on it again.