It's been a while since I posted. A pretty long while, actually. I guess I just fell out of the habit. Well, that's not exactly true, because I really hadn't developed a habit of posting yet. I think I'll give it another whirl.
We just returned from a quick trip to Western Oklahoma to "marry off" my cousin. En route, we spent a day at Six Flags. Let me say that "the old gray mare, ain't what she used to be". When James and I were dating, we used to head to Astroworld in Houston at the drop of a hat. We rode rides like the Cyclone and Greased Lightening over and over again. We would ride the Cyclone, a big, rough wooden roller coaster, and then get off and run to get in line again. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since then.
We rode Conquistador and a bob sled type ride without any problem. I thought to myself, "you've got this girl". Then we rode the Titan. This is a monster of a coaster. It is 25 & 1/2 stories tall. Not to mention the twists, turns and drops. I was so dizzy about halfway through the ride, I wasn't sure which way was up. Now comes the crazy part . . . I let these crazy people I was with . . . my husband and kids, talk me into doing it again. I blame it on the fact that I had left my brain on the coaster the first time. Needless to say, I was not in good shape after the second trip. I believe that "sea sick" would be a good way to describe it. I felt like I had morning sickness again. But trust me, there is no baby. Luckily, we had to wait in line for about 45 minutes for the next ride on the Texas Giant. I was about 75% when that ride took off, but I managed to keep it together. The rest of the day was "nip and tuck" but I survived and we had a good time.
The next day it was off to Oklahoma. It was so good to see most of my dad's side of the family. I so love them. I love when we stay at a hotel and pretty much take over the lobby, dining area or pool area. There are so many of us that when we descend upon a place like that, it feels like it's all our own. It reminds me of the get togethers at my grandparent's house, only sadly, they are no longer with us.
The small towns where we stayed and where the wedding took place were so picturesque. They were along Route 66 and made me nostalgic for old times and family vacations gone by.
