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Adelle is going through a phase right now that is quite funny. The first picture shows Adelle using her scrunchy face to entertain us during dinner. The second is of her flattening her face against the sliding door. She is really trying to be comical and it’s working. She is really cute and really funny. The only cause for concern I have is where she is picking these things up? I didn’t teach her these, but I do encourage her to do them ‘cause they are funny. That would narrow down the potential suspects to…Karen. She spends all day with the little monkey and must be the influence and/or source Adelle’s crazy ways. What I find most interesting is how sly Karen is in teaching Adelle these things. Karen has never displayed any of these comical acts for me. Although…she does sometimes scrunch her face up like Adelle, but it’s usually when I’m in trouble and Karen puts a menacing touch on her scrunchy face.
So…we visited Great America on Saturday. Lockheed Martin rents out the park for one day each year and gives away a bunch of free tickets to its employees. In 2004, that was the first date Karen and I went on. Therefore, that last Saturday was our 4 year anniversary of our first date. Every year, Great America provides free lunch and it’s the same thing every year: chicken with barbeque sauce slathered on, tube stake (i.e. cheap hotdogs), tossed salad, potato salad, pasta with tomato sauce, frozen pushup yogurt, and ice cream sandwiches. Though the incredibly poor food quality has been incredibly consistent, the appeal and taste of the lunch has substantially decreased every year, except for the ice cream sandwiches. I’m sure we will return every year to Great America and will eat the free lunch, but I no longer expect to be satisfied. Actually, I think that I may just eat the ice cream sandwiches next year. They are sooooo very good. Who know that vanilla ice cream between two thin brownies could be so nice?
This picture is of “Drop Zone” at Great America. Of all the amusement/theme park rides I’ve been on in my life, this ride type scares me the most. However, I’m not the only one. Not a single Grish, except Karen, has ever even stepped into line (as far as I know). It took one whole year of pestering Karen before she finally consented to riding Drop Zone and she’s never been back on it, thankfully. Her fingernail marks have never really healed and I can still feel ghost pains every time I ride it.
I first experienced this type of ride at Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio during the summer of 2000. The negative G forces terrified me just as much last Saturday as they did in 2000. The tower doesn’t look that tall at a distance, but a 224-foot bird’s-eye perspective drastically changes things. I’ve found that two things happen to me while riding this. First, I freak-out during the accent. I normally don’t have issues with heights, but then again, my feet are usually not dangling at 224-feet up. Second, I freeze on the way down. Much like vomiting, nearly every muscle in my body seems to clench all at once and seems to last for a long time. I ride Drop Zone every time I visit Great America in hopes that I will get used to the effects of the ride, but like the guy sitting next to me on Saturday said, “It never gets old…never.”
This picture is of “Drop Zone” at Great America. Of all the amusement/theme park rides I’ve been on in my life, this ride type scares me the most. However, I’m not the only one. Not a single Grish, except Karen, has ever even stepped into line (as far as I know). It took one whole year of pestering Karen before she finally consented to riding Drop Zone and she’s never been back on it, thankfully. Her fingernail marks have never really healed and I can still feel ghost pains every time I ride it.
I first experienced this type of ride at Cedar Point in Sandusky, Ohio during the summer of 2000. The negative G forces terrified me just as much last Saturday as they did in 2000. The tower doesn’t look that tall at a distance, but a 224-foot bird’s-eye perspective drastically changes things. I’ve found that two things happen to me while riding this. First, I freak-out during the accent. I normally don’t have issues with heights, but then again, my feet are usually not dangling at 224-feet up. Second, I freeze on the way down. Much like vomiting, nearly every muscle in my body seems to clench all at once and seems to last for a long time. I ride Drop Zone every time I visit Great America in hopes that I will get used to the effects of the ride, but like the guy sitting next to me on Saturday said, “It never gets old…never.”
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