People make fun of me. And you know what I say? Nothing. Yes that’s right I say nothing because I am too busy holding a paper-bag-over-my-mouth-while-viciously- gasping-for-air. I wasn't always this LAME. I used to love death defying events. Whatever it was, I was game. Then somewhere along the way between becoming a mom and getting stuck on a few coasters myself, I developed this insane lack of theme park fun. A couple times my beloved little Kaeley has managed to drag me on a few less than favorable rides like, Tower of Terror. Are you joking me? The name says it all and why on earth would I want to drop myself from 13 stories high?
Let’s fast forward. To present day. The Fair. My 8 year old. Begging me to go on a thrill ride resembling the Big Shot at the Stratosphere in Las Vegas. I realized that my customary, “you’re not tall enough” that ended any conversation was no longer enforcable considering she's now tall enough! So, I watched my baby climb in her seat, legs dangling, fasten up and pull down the harness.
And…. I lost it. OMG! What the heck was I thinking?? Was it the heat? Lack of water and nutrition? The margarita I just downed? Had I lost my mind and gone straight to insanity letting her get on this ride?? I couldn’t breathe… and I pulled her off. “No way!” I said. “What if that thing shoots you off to Heaven, or Outer Space? Then what?” I could see the judgment and dissapointment on her little face. She thought I was from Outer Space. I knew I was defeated.
So I told her I wouldn’t watch. Of course I did. She survived. So did I. Just breathe.
Yes! Your still too short for that scary ride ! Love you angel....

See I may not be from Outer Space afterall....!