July 7th, really?
Seems that the globe-hopping lifestyle I lead cuts down on time to write at this here collection of pixels.
Returned home from back to back trips, first to the beach and then to St. Louis for the Fourth of July.
Oh, and I had a lovely dinner with the (lovely) Linsdsay and my new friend, Tori in between trips.
We made plans to paint San Francisco chartreuse during BlogHer next week.
Next week? Um, yeah. Pack. Buy something to pack...
Anyway, our annual visit to (sometimes reader) Fourladsnme's St.Louis home was a blast, as always.
We went to a parade and party-hopped on Friday, eating more than our share of, well, everything.
Saturday brought hurling (the game, not a consequence of Friday, silly) and a trip to Six Flags.
More flags. More fun.
More slaps to that guy in the commercial.
The kids rode themselves silly on Batman, Mr. Freeze and the Ninja.
The adults partook in a few rides, and I was very grateful that there were younger, less puke prone adults (Thank you, Mr. Lange) with us, so Busy Boy and friends weren't all alone on the rides.
Poor Busy D.
We got on a couple of kiddie rides that turned out to be more than I he bargained for, but he was a trooper.
Since I have no sensememory, I got on the Evel Knievel roller coaster.
Turns out I forgot I'm the one who gets sick and can't look at the roller coaster thing at the movies that advertises the concessions.
Actually, the log ride drop is enough for me.
I made it through, but damn.
Why does every roller coaster have to be X-treme!!?
Imagine my distress just now when I read it's only classified as "moderate" thrill.
"Moderate", my nauseated ass.
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I get dizzy going on a simple child's swing set. Me, on any kind of roller coaster? Better get the barf bag out.
Oh, did I tell you a really prefer trains to planes? I wonder why.
I'm just the opposite. I'm glad my boys are big enough to hit the coasters now so I can ride again!
I used to be employed by a major amusement park & looked forward to the after hours employee parties in the park - when they would open up the best rides & we could ride for hours. I no longer wish to ride those scary rides.....I'm taking it as a sign of sanity NOT aging.
"moderate" is in the eyes...err... constitution of the rider.
I love roller coasters... but mostly, my real love is the old wooden coasters much more than the "theme" coasters.
I am a wimp. I do the kiddy rides. Me no likey to hurl!
I can't wait to read about all the BlogHer adventures...and stalk people through photos of their fabulous shoes. Not that I have a shoe fetish or anything.
Um, yeah.
I love all the rides, esp the roller coasters.
I had not given BlogHer a thought, but now I'm sorta wishing I was going. I couldn't anyway, cause of a work thing, but still. I'm jealous.
I have to say, I've been called a lot of things, but that's the first time I've been referred to as "the Linsdsay." You write like I feel. :D
I can't WAIT to go to BlogHer with you. I have to say having been through it last year, I am about 1,000 times more excited to go THIS year, provided there is no stinky cheese this time around.
Funny, funny blog! Will become a frequent reader!
I find the older I get, the more I feel like hurling on rides.