Summer Lovin'

Well, hey there!  Long time no see!  We have been so busy that I just haven't had a moment to sit down and compile my creative juices into any form of blog post.  From now until September the weekends have booked up as well, so posts may be few and far between until then.

Let's see...so what have we been up to?

Happy New Year! Let's catch up.

So now that it is officially 2015, I realize that I have slacked quite a bit in the blog department.  Jayson has been more active than ever and adding a puppy to the mix has certainly cut down on any free time I've had.  So let's catch up on items I forgot to share with you so that we can start the New Year off with a clean slate... mmmkay?  (Did you just picture Lumbergh from Office Space when I said that?)

Water Rides

I am a huge fan of water rides.  Rollercoasters, as much as I enjoy their thrill, without fail send me crying to the chiropractor with whiplash.  So when I go to an amusement park not only am I packing my swimsuit and towel with high hopes of sticking to the water rides, a bottle of Advil makes it into the mix just in case I venture over to the dry side of the park.  Yeah, I'm cool like that.

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Needless to say, Tuesday's adventure to Zoom Flume had me in my glory.  This park is 100% water-based entertainment.  But, yes folks there is a big "butt" in this story, I met my match with the Canyon River Plunge.  This ride is a straight shot down without a tube or a mat.  This ride is serious; it doesn't dump you in some cushy pool where you can adjust your bathing suit with some sense of dignity.  Oh no. This puppy uses your own swim suit, a continued expanse of tubing, and the centrifugal force of water to slow you down.  In Lehman's terms, a painful wedgie assault like no other.  Matter of fact, I believe this ride should be renamed "Major Wedgie" or "Thong Maker" to at least forewarn participants of their impending doom.  Stupidly, I subjected myself to this ride twice.  Apparently the super short line and the pina colada I enjoyed over lunch clouded my judgment enough to forget the results of the first time down.  I can honestly say that the second time was by far the worst.  My suit lodged itself so uncomfortably that I almost didn't share this story out of sheer embarrassment.  I was worried that rather than running to a chiropractor, as mentioned earlier, that I'd have to make an appointment with a proctologist.  I know it sounds dramatic, butt but it's true.

Do you have an embarrassing amusement park story?  Are there any rides that you avoid based on prior outcomes?  I know I can't be the only one...

Four in One

Contrary to popular belief, I did not fall off the face of the earth.  I just took a much needed break for four wonderful days.  Did you miss me?  Well let me get you up to speed:

Saturday - The boat saga continues...

We spent about ten minutes on the boat where it actually ran fine.  We spent the next two hours starting and stalling our way back to the boat slip.  Apparently changing out the antisiphon valve was not the solution.  On a happier note, we walked up to main street and found a cute little place that makes homemade ice cream. The chocolate peanut butter cup was to die for.  The rest of the afternoon was spent helping friends of ours load hay into two tractor trailers.  It was a good amount of exercise which further justified additional ice cream consumption in the evening.

Sunday - Movies, dinner and smore...

The weatherman promised Sunday would not be a total washout.  Just "keep an eye on the sky" he said.  "Spotty showers" was the forecast.  What a load of bologna.  It was a complete and utter wash out until about six o'clock.  So we watched Netflix (Crazies and RED are certainly recommended) and then went out to dinner with Jen and Aaron.  Because it had finally cleared up, we invited them back to enjoy making smores on our firepit.  A perfect ending to an otherwise nondescript day.