Summertime

This summer Chris and I bought season passes to Six Flags. I must admit that at first I was not a big fan of the idea. Besides the usual distaste for lines and heat, I was afraid I wouldn't use it enough to make it worthwhile. Okay, so maybe I know this girl who bought a season pass one summer with a couple of friends and then we never used them, I mean they never used them. But I reasoned that they never went because it was hard to find a time when all three of them wanted to go. With Chris I figured that since we spend such a large quantity of time together, we were bound to find the time to go. Going against everything past experience had taught me, I gave in to my reasoning and bought a pass...and I am so glad I did! Six Flags is great when 1) you have a season pass, and 2) you actually use the season pass. We go for a couple of hours, ride a few rides and then leave. We go in the late afternoon and evenings after it has cooled off and the crowds have disapated. Six Flags is no longer an all day event that leaves your head aching, your body dehydrated, your skin red and blistered and your feet on the verge of mutiny. Now I can go to Six Flags and leave when I get tired, hungry or when it's too crowded and not feel guilty for not getting the most out of my outrageous ticket price. It's great! This summer is shoring up to be a great one.

So I was going to end the blog there, but I couldn't resist adding a bit more after what just transpired. As I was typing that last sentence (the one in bold) I accidently typed a "w" at the beginning of shoring...he he he. Pretty funny. Just think if my summer was "whoring" up to be a great one...now that would put a totally different spin on this blog entry. Instead of six flags, I would have to write about...well, use your imagination. I have to keep this G

You Know You're a Redneck if...

...when you go to the big fire-work warehouse on the fourth of July, you actually hear a guy say, "I want that one; that big-ass one," as he points at the "big ass" fire works that he wants. I hope he didn't blow-up his big ass with those "big ass" fire works!