A Little TOO Intense …

I started out today in one of my favorite lazy Saturday ways. Driving / riding all around town checking out any and all garage sales. It’s fun looking through what other people are getting rid of because they’re sick of it, or can’t house it any longer or because they’re moving, or it’s been outgrown, or whatever the reason. I find it relaxing … and often find hidden little gems – things I’ve been looking for, things I’m interested in, obviously lots of stuff for the kiddos, etc. Today, we found bubkiss. Nothing. Nada. Well … ok … a free book for my youngest and an addition (from the first generation) for her ever growing Hex Bug “house”. Otherwise, nothing lol. I consider it a bad yard sale day as far as sales go.

We’d already made plans to spend the afternoon at a fair, so wrapped it up early and picked up my son’s dad who came with us. We stopped off at a little BBQ place on the side of the road and enjoyed a quick lunch before heading back to the house to pick up the rest of the family for a day at the fair. I’d decided I was practically melting wearing my jeans and tee shirt so changed into shorts and a tank top (it was still a dehydrating scorcher of a day)! Then off we went …

Wristbands. Check. Kiddos wanting to ride things. Check. Adults willing to go on things with them. Check. We were good to go. All kinds of kiddie rides were ridden. A blast was being had by all – even those who chose not to ride things. Now I, personally, am a major ride lover. Big or small, I enjoy the thrill of riding rides. Generally speaking, the bigger, the faster, the scarier, the better. Roller coasters, bring em on! Matterhorn/Himalaya , yes please! I’ll even do the tilt-a-whirl , though the older I’m getting, the more those spinning types of rides are beginning to disagree with me. I still love the Spyder/Octopus, etc… up and down, spinning around, it’s all good. After doing several rides with my youngest, I went off to ride a couple of the “adult” rides with my second youngest – and his dad and my step-dad and my mom. We were psyched. Fast ride 1. Awesome. Hmmmm …. new ride I’ve never seen before. Goes up. Goes down. Spins Around. Much like the Spyder/Octopus. Sweet! Let’s do this!

I ride with my step-dad. My second oldest rides with his dad on the opposite side. You MUST have a partner to ride with on this ride. Mom was perfectly happy to sit this one out. She’s not a ride person anyway, so she watched our stuff and stood on the sidelines watching us all wish we were dead. We get strapped in. The music starts. Disturbed “Down with the sickness” begins blaring in our ears. Kick ass song, yes. An insight to what we were about to be introduced to. A better description. As the ride is about to begin I look down and see a screw just sitting beside us on the platform. Oh shit! Did this fall out? Is this a necessary piece of equipment for this ride that is now lifting us into the air? I certainly hope not. It’s all good. This is FUN! The launch to this ride put “The Hulk” at Islands of Adventure to shame.

Whoosh … we were up in the air. We were spinning. We were down. It’s going faster. Whee! Still exciting. Still fun. Bring it on! Is this ride seriously still accelerating? Holy ….. All I can see is flashes of lightness and darkness. We’re spinning in circles. We’re high up in the air. We’re down to the ground. It’s still going faster. Laughter can’t be contained. Then the thought hits me. If that screw WAS important and if this ride malfunctions in ANY capacity, we’d be obliterated. We’d never even be identified if we didn’t have other family there with us. I’m NOT exaggerating when I say it felt as if the ride was hitting 400MPH. I have NEVER in my life been on anything that moved even HALF the speed of this ride. Nausea hit. I knew I wouldn’t get sick, but I knew I was ready to be finished with the ride. Oh no. I wonder how the boys are on the other side? We couldn’t see them due to their placement on the ride to even it out even before the ride started – let along at a billion MPH. OK I’ll try to locate mom and gauge her face. Nope, we’re moving too fast. I’m literally blinded when I open my eyes. It’s nothing but blur. OK. I’ll close my eyes and keep them closed. I have no choice now. My left eye socket HURTS! We’re now moving SO FAST it feels as though my eyeball is literally going to be launched from the socket. HOLY FUCK! Is this ride ever going to end? No. It goes EVEN FASTER! My eyes are hurting. Even closed. I try to find a comfortable placement for my head. Back against the headrest. No. Tucked down into my chest -as far as I can go. No. Oh shit! My head is going to pop off. I may not make it through this ride in one piece. Am I passing out? I’m certainly seconds from it if I haven’t passed out during it. Did I and I’m oblivious? It’s more than possible. Finally. The ride begins to slow down. Praying to get my feet back on the ground. Considering how I’m feeling, I’m in a rush to go see my kiddo on the other side as my mom gives me “OH SHIT” looks from the ground – now that I can finally focus on her. Oh no. Did he puke? Did he fly out? What’s happening over there. We are unbuckled and let out. I stand and almost fall to the floor. I start walking – if you could call it that – to the other side to check on my kiddo and his dad. He’s not looking so good. we all stumble our way off the ride and down to safety. That ride was FUN … but a little too intense – even for me.

So we sit down and start talking about what we just went through. My son wasn’t a minute or two into the ride when he slumped over. Completely. Head in his lap (which is hard to do considering it’s an upright shoulder harness keeping you in). His dad saw his glasses coming up from his ears and grabbed them. He was yelling to him throughout the ride. “Are you OK” – no response. Of course the music was so loud it was nearly impossible to hear anyway. He was sick to his stomach. That was evident by his current color, but what was most shocking … was the “drool” … running down his face. I’m no doctor, and I wasn’t the one sitting with him …. but I’m fairly certain he passed out on that ride… That is some SCARY shit right there … and not that any of us that rode that could even consider another ride after that one (we were finished for the day) … we decided it was time to go. He didn’t remember much about the ride … so I’m pretty sure it either scared him into passing out or his body – much like mine – just shut down and said I don’t think so … I’m going into hibernation until this craziness is over. He’s a teenager – not a youngin – so this makes it even doubly scary. This was a learning experience – for us both – today. Maybe we’ll stick to the rides we KNOW for now on!

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Slap on the Wrist

Many of you who follow me – especially on twitter – know that I went camping this past weekend. Friday afternoon 9 of us headed to our designated little area that we paid for until Monday – so we wouldn’t have to wake up and rush to break everything down and pack everything up. We figured this way, we could take our time. Get up and make breakfast. Go to the beach. Come back and shower. Make lunch then pack up the car(s) and head home.

Many of you who have followed me for a while – or have read my older blog posts – know that I hate camping. I’d almost rather chew off my arm than go – and though I didn’t even fully go over my childhood nightmarish reasons in my last blog about camping, I do go into full detail in the auto-biography I am writing as to WHY I hate camping so much. Let’s just say I’m scarred for life and even though I’m now WILLING to go …. it’ll never be something that I’ll plan to do. More or less, I’m forced to go because family wants me there lol.

So off we go Friday afternoon. We get to the campsite. We get everything set up. It looks great. This spot is at least twice the size of our spot last time (though same location) and we’re water front – even better. This means we not only have our “camping area” but we also have a huge grassed area in which we can “play” all the goodies we packed along with us. We’re later met by our 9th and final guest for the weekend and she brought (as she did last time) the beer pong table. We had all, of course, brought any and all drinking goodies ourselves – depending upon who wanted what.

Some started drinking as soon as everything was set up. I, personally, prefer to start drinking later in the evening, knowing that getting smashed is out of the question because I still have to be responsible for people – including a friend of one my kiddos. So … the beer pong begins after dinner. Love that game though I’ve only played it twice. It’s so similar to darts it’s hard for me to not enjoy it. We only played a couple rounds of that then it was suggested to play flip cup. FLIP WHO? I’m old. I don’t “party”. I rarely drink. I have no idea what these people are talking about. So we pour what seems to me to be WAY more than a mouthful into a cup. Slam it down. Put the cup on the edge of the table and try to “flip it” so it’s face down on the table. Sounds easy enough. It’s not. Especially when you’re racing against people on the other side of the table in a “survivor style” game – where the losing side has to vote off one of it’s own players …. which means if you start with 4 people on your side and you LOSE …. someone is drinking two cups …. and then 3 cups and then the last man standing is drinking all four cups and trying to flip to win. (Getting more drunk literally by the second in the process) It was FUN! And we were LOUD. Cheering others on. Yelling obscenities at the cups or the table or whatever seemed to be preventing said respective cups from doing what we were attempting. We were having fun.

One person had so much fun they laid down for the night and woke up with the “spins” and didn’t make it out of the tent before hurling her dinner (and much alcohol) not only all inside the tent but all over the mesh screened door to get in and out of the tent, on the ground in front of the tent and again in a few spots before making her way to the bathroom. Whoops lol (No- it wasn’t me) … Then around 3am … another person woke up having to piss and was so sloshed he almost pissed on people sleeping in the tent – thinking it was a bathroom – TWICE … thankfully I was awake enough to help him avoid what would have been quite the tragedy. Yep – I’d say that was a good night lol.

The next morning, I was up around 7:30 walked almost a mile to fetch some eggs and walked back and started our breakfast feast. Loads of cooking and eating later, we put on our swimsuits and headed to the beach. Two people stayed behind. It was HOT. Like ZERO breeze – hellish hot – so we packed up after an hour and a half and headed to our cars. I get a call from one of the two people who stayed behind. We need to go to the office ASAP. Apparently several other campers had complained about us. Oh Oh! She goes on to say … only 2 cars are allowed. Not the three we had (with our extra guest) … only 6 people are allowed (we had 9) and that 3 needed to leave immediately. NO alcohol of any kind is allowed there (are you KIDDING me? What the hell else is going to entertain you all night for days?) … and it’s punishable with a fine of $138 PER BOTTLE. Ummmm… double oh oh!! Not including what we’d already disposed of … we could have been looking at a fine of over $5200 LMAO. Now for that kind of money, I’d damn sure better be staying at a 5 star hotel and not setting up a tent on gravel!!!

We go to the office and sweet talked ourselves into a simple slap on the wrist. That could have been BAD. REALLY bad. But I’ll take a slap on the wrist as opposed to what could have been any day! We went on about our business. Other campers came in. LOUD OBNOXIOUS CAMPERS surrounded us. They were WAY louder than we’d been the night before. They were definitely drinking. Apparently they didn’t know the rules any more than we did lol …. and they were up being loud and obnoxious way longer than we were the night before … so I don’t see why we (almost) got into so much trouble. We were by far not the only ones! That’s my weekend in a nutshell.

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Birthday Month

OK … I know I should be old enough now to …

A. not care about my birthday so much
B. celebrate it for one day only – the actual day it lands on, no matter what day of the week that may be
C. not actually look forward to it

BUT … I love my birthday, even if it means growing a year older, gaining more crap on my body I have less than zero interest in, and I celebrate it not only on my actual birth DAY … but for the entire MONTH! That’s right. I treat every day as though it’s my birthday. I don’t bake a cake and eat it every day, though I’ve thought about it lol, but I put my mind in birthday mode and don’t let anything get me down. Why? Because it’s almost my birthday and I’m excited about it 🙂

I guess, even after celebrating 36 birthdays already, I’ve still not outgrown that childish excitement that comes along with a birthday. I bake an extra chocolaty cake. I have my friends and family over. We hang out and do whatever we feel like doing for the day. I go out and I eat a dinner that I don’t have to cook and I usually go out to a bar at least one weekend night around my birthday for a couple beers and some rounds of darts and that’s just what I plan to do this year too!

In case you’re wondering, my birthday is April 26th, which lands on a Saturday this year! WooHoo! Even more reason to be excited about it! My favorite day of the week is my day! Gotta love it! Judge me. Don’t judge me. It’s all good. I’m simply me expressing myself to you.

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