Mazey, my kitty, is currently attempting to sit upon the keyboard because she is trying to bond with me and I am not giving her enough attention. She is totally in my way but she is way too cute to move. So, she wins this battle.
Anywho…today I heard tale that a neighbor fell because his leg suddenly spazzed. The doctors are trying to attribute it to a small stroke. The neighbor thinks it was just muscle fatigue. I say its the jelly legs hex. But, who could have done it? Malfoy?!
This weekend was a blast! Mike and I went to HalloWeekends at Cedar Point. We got there at 12 and stayed till 10. Goodness did my feet hurt! We had so much fun wandering and riding our favorite rides. I think my favorite is Magnum XL200. I never knew that there were numbers after Magnum so it just makes it infinitely cooler. I was super excited because I’ve never been to a haunted house and this would be my first “scary” experience. All the scary things opened at 8 so by the time you waited in line and got one thing done you only barely had time for one other scary thing. Mike and I waited at least an hour (maybe it was closer to 2) just for a walk through thing. It wasn’t even a haunted house. In hindsight, or if I knew anything about haunted events, I would have realized how completely lame this walk through thing was, but seeing as it was my first time, I was an incredible sissy. I did not do well at all. What they did was drain Wolf Canyon (the ride with the massive inner tubes that hold 8 people) so that you could walk through the cave. Men in werewolf outfits with grotesque faces would leap out at you from anywhere. There was a ton of smoke, lights, and tarps so you couldn’t see anything. What was particularly amusing was that Mike and I were the first people in our group. Because of the smoke, the werewolves couldn’t see either. They would see us go by first and then know that they could jump out and scare people. So Mike and I generally saw the guys crouching and hiding before they did anything. Even though we saw these scary guys in funny positions to hide I was still scared out of my wits. The plus side is now that I have done a really wimpy haunted event, I know that my scare tolerance level is super low and I can avoid going to more haunted houses.
This is more of an after thought, but on Yahoo games there is a stupid but addicting game called Diner Dash. I think your name is Flo and you quit your job to open a restaurant. So, the concept is just to wait on tables and make sure the customers are happy. It’s fun so go check it out!
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Sorry, I know that I haven’t updated in a long time but nothing exciting has happened…until now! I had a marvelous dinner date with Dione, Erica, and Emma! We went to Max’s Deli and I haven’t been there in a coon’s age so I was totally excited. It was sooooo fun catching up on everyone. And I must say that I was most impressed with Dione’s rise to power in her Quiddich Club. I’m so extremely jealous of U of E for having a club. LCCC doesn’t have one and I want to be in one. Perhaps I should transfer to Evansville.(thoughtful pause)
Anywho…after we all ordered fabulous desserts we retired to Emma’s abode for the remainder of the evening. But, I of course have never been on I-480 for I haven’t driven to the Rohn’s since I have conquered highway driving. It was rather thrilling!
Oh, another adventure occurred on our way to Emma’s, she was leading me through the metroparks because I never have need to drive down there. I was rather cautious because its kinda scary at night when you don’t know all the curves. I saw her brake a little way ahead of me and I assumed she was carreening around another corner. But NO! When I got there there were 3 or 4 teenage punk raccoons there in the street. I slammed on my brakes and fishtailed a little. No animal was hurt in the retelling of this story. I was a little shaken but Erica, the poor dear who was riding with me, said, “I am so proud of you. I was not worried one bit. Even when you were braking, I knew that you were in control and I felt safe.” Well of course after that bracing remark I felt rather daring. All was well. I didn’t hit a raccoon and they ran off to terrorize another unsuspecting motorist.
Moral: BEWARE!
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