SCOOP THAT BLOOP

Scott and I set out extra early to make it to Valencia before Six Flags opened. We were happily on our way when a fuel truck overturned and spilled all over the grape-vine. Our options were to head back home (when we were nearly there) or take a three hour detour (when we had been driving for two hours already). We decided to face the long drive and enjoy our day anyway. With mom's huge help in guiding us on a detour, we eventually ade it and had a fantastic time! Thanks mom!!!!!!!!!!

What a beautiful drive! ...bleh...

But the park was worth the drive.... This sight is such a thrill if you still have a bit of 'kid' in you!

We can't wait we can't wait we can't wait we can't wait......
comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeon!!!!!!!!
aw.... Scott dropped his favorite sunglasses and scratched them. The morning stunk. But......

Then we started on the rides...
lots and lots and lots of rides...


This is gonna be fun!
Tatsu.... that's the beginning of the first climb of the three year old ride. Yes, those passengers are facing us. Down. On the ground. That was once the coolest ride in the world. We will fill you in on the NEW coolest ride in the world later. Tatsu is hot stuff. We took this picture (and most others) while we waited in lines, since cameras are not allowed on rides anymore (because of people like mom, who once gave me a black eye with her camera on "The Edge" at Great America). lol.... Hey, at least my feet weren't severed like that girl in Kentucky. Another kid was decapitated today, just a few hours ago, in fact, at a theme park in Georgia because he jumped a fence, entered a danger zone, and got hit by a train. I'm glad I wasn't s interested in these park accidents before going to six flags this month... I've found a lot of reports lately..... yikes..... Anyway....
Oh wow. We were standing in line for the big wild water rapids when Scott pointed out that the growth we were surrounded by was actually a strawberry patch!!!! How quaint.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Look at the awesomeness of the rides.
Yes, there are lots of pictures of this, the least exciting ride at the park. Hey, it was the only ride that still allowed cameras.
We got a little bored in line and found some interesting ways to entertain ourselves.
cameras help. Makes it easier to laugh at ourselves.
Tatsu making people feel like they can fly.

Dejavu is a pretty awesome ride.
You begin by going up a huge climb straight up, hanging there for a moment, and then dropping into a freefall facing the ground before getting caught in a boomerang effect. AWESOME!!!!!
More Line goofing
And more... Yeah. We're basically really good looking.

The only ride we didn't get to do. The line was insane and we've both done this kind of ride. straight up, straight down. big deal. The coolest thing about this ride is the wait. You enter this cave and walk through a museum of superman junk. Lots of wax figures and memorabelia. Very cool. And then you get kicked out on an exit car that takes a detour past the clouds.
Scott wants to do this someday. Somewhat like bunjee jumping, but you don't jump. We get strapped together and pulled up to those distant bars, suspended from a cable attached to the arc.
And then they let go and send you flying. Yeah, I watched this group of teeny boppers come within a foot of the ground. No thanks. I like being alive.
I just thought you'd like to see up my nose.
also, this is a funny face.

BATMAN the ride!!!!
oooooo...... Scott's super hero side is revealed in the dark!
Yay for Gotham City at Six Flags.
Hey, why is it that I get completely soaked on every ride, even the dry ones....
But when Scott is intentionally placed on the DANGER zone of a bridge in front of a 57 foot wall of water, he gets a damp spot on his shorts?!

THIS is the coolest ride in the entire world!!!! We waited in line for two hours to ride this insane thing! X2. The entire line consisted of plasma screens displaying people getting injured while attempting extreme sports, fueled by breakstuff.com. Even the wait was insane! When we finally got on the ride, our hearts pounding, we experienced the most unusual ride ever. Frank Sinatra sang "You Made Me Love You" through speakers next to each passenger's ears while we relaxed back in what turned out to be 360 degree rotating seats (that's right. hung from universal joints on the train, each seat rotates completely...... it was insane). We began our first climb and suddenly the pleasant music stopped with a screach, laughter, and then rock music took over while we fell straight down while facing a sky full of stars. "FAAAAAALLLIIIIIIIIIING FROM THE SKY!!!!!!!" rang in our ears and the rest of the ride was indescribable. Definitely not for the faint of heart. The most amazing thrill ride I've ever seen. Just dang cool.
Goliath was HUGE!!!!! Scott stands in front of the "I" of the title at the entrance. The ride had an ENORMOUS drop with an open, old fashioned coaster car. Two per car. Nothing to hold you in but a lap bar. I thought I was going to die. You can see the major drop (tallest in the park) behind the title in the below picture.

YIKES!!!

We couldn't leave the park without riding a carousel!
Yeehaw! Ride 'em, Cowboy!!!!!

He'd make a good knight.
My horse and I matched.

Yeah, we had a blast. By the end of the day, we were pretty wiped out. Had to pull over a few times to nap. The three hour drive back took six hours. Still, wit was a great birthday spent together. The end.

First of all, I'd like to point out how lame I am being right now. I could have and should have put effort into a nice blog about Scooty-my-love for his 27th birthday, or about my wonderful Daddy for... helloooooo..... FATHER'S DAY! Come on, Laura. I also have plans to post blogs about my birthday at six flags, flying and airplane with Scott, and writing a funny story to some funny pictures Scott and I took on a date. But nooooo.... When I finally get around to blogging, it is only to comment on the ridiculous (and probably completely random) judgements of a blog-reading-level-judgery-thingy (see, I should score a college level right there!). I saw this on my cousin Wendy's blog. This is a woman of great writing talent, whose postings constantly keep me engaged and anxious to read more. Her level according to this source: Junior High.... You have got to be kidding me. See the link to her page on the right to read her follow-up on this. If you understand it at all, come back and see me so I can kick you (I hardly understood half of it...).
So how is it, my dear friends, that this blog has been rated at a high school level? I mean, I do go to college, but really? Higher than Wendy's? I call shinanighans.

If you have ever had the pleasure of a surprise bubbling, you will know the joy of which I speak.

When a messy bottle of liquid dish soap (with excess amounts of dried soap stuck to the outside of the nozzle) gets wet and is then squeezed while standing straight up (so that air comes out before soap), a miraculous thing happens; a surprise bubbling! Itty bitty bubbles go flying all over, and the subject (so long as they are not a complete fool) is left in awe of the sight. It's a glorious encounter that only a few, privilaged dish-doers have the pleasure of experiencing. We pay the price of wrinkled hands for a sight that even the internet cannot capture (I know. I searched for quite some time. No images of accidental or surprise bubblings, no matter how you phrase it...).



I had a surprise bubbling tonight at work, which is lucky, because it was a pretty lousy night of work. Excessively busy, extremely loud... We had a Hawker 800 running their APU for an hour after landing. It made a high-pitched squeal like feedback from a microphone. That noise, powered by one of the largest non-commercial jet engines available, sat 300 feet from me, separated by a piece of plexiglass. I was stuck rather unhappily answering phones and struggling to decipher radio transmissions through the noise. Can we say headache? When a NetJets pilot asked me to wash his dishes, I was ready to break the plates over his head. I took the dishes into the back kitchen with a smile and begrudgingly began to wash. As I reached for the dishsoap, the Hawker shut off the APU, silence kissed my ears, and God decided to pat me on the head with a surprise bubbling when I picked up the half-empty and rather messy bottle of soap.



SPLURT! *Gasp*

"PREEEEEETTY!!!!!! BUBBLLLLLLLLLLLLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Little bubbles everywhere!"

And for a moment, I am happily five years old again. Mine forever. What a fantastic life.
:) The End.