6 Turds

Whoa... What a weekend. Friday and Saturday I had the privilege of chaperoning the 6th grade choir on a trip to Dallas for a competition and jaunt through 6 Flags... or as I would later come to refer to it as 6 Turds. The kids did an awesome job! Won gigantic trophies and were very entertaining kids!!!




Really, they were mostly great. They were excited, hyper and sillyness was out of hand, but that is to be expected. What I didn't expect were a few subtle habits that concerned me. One was TEXT MESSAGING ADDICTION! There was a precious girl that had every reason in the world to be chatting, goofing around and having the time of her life, but could not pull her head up and actually see where she was because she was texting constantly. I haven't seen this type of addition before, and have even scoffed at others that said it was a problem... not any more. This kid had it bad. I am talking never, NEVER, put it away... always looking at it... always had the thumbs going. It really saddened me. Here she is in 6Flags with her buddies and can't break away from this device. There is no telling how much life she is missing due to this habit. Parents beware!

Then there was 6Turds... Wow... what can I say? I rode the Titan and literally almost blacked out twice. I saw stars and billowy black clouds closing in on my eyesight... then nothing... then came out of it... then more stars and clouds. I read later that it had a tunnel... never saw it... NO- I mean I kept my eyes open the whole time and never saw it. It was scary, but I expect to be freaked on this country's 3rd most intense roller coaster.



What I didn't expect was that it was going to take me 2 hours to stand in line to get a drink!!! Yes. Nothing says fun like standing in a hot, miserable line for 45 mins just so you can get to the window and have the food girl say "Um... we're out of drinks." What is this? A school carnival? Am I at Field Day? NO! IT'S FREAKIN' 6 FLAGS! THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE FILTER THROUGH THIS WORLD OF WHIRL EVERY STINKIN DAY! ARE YOU JOKING? no. no, they weren't joking. So I had to stand in another line for a long, long, long, long time, to get a drink. Best part about it was this park sponsored this "event" we were at and new how many people were coming ahead of time! Guess they were just messing with us! ha! Well, it was funny. Very very very funny.





Then there was the child on the trip (not mine) that wanted to take over... knew everything and argued with literally everything I said,
"Well, it's 6:45 now..."
child "No it's not, it's 6:46!"
I would open my purse to get out something, she would reach in and try and snatch it away from me saying "I'll do it!". She insisted on walking beside me and veering into me, stepping on my feet, bumping me, etc, because she would walk in a diagonal line. AND she was the only one with no cell phone, but kept running off! I had to go looking for her several times. That was also a fun way to enjoy 6 turds.

The bus ride home was an assault on my senses... Alvin and the Chipmunks playing for 2 hours, sub-zero temperatures after sweating all day, and the scent of raw sewage wafting through from the bathroom. I was hysterical by the time I got home. I really felt like I needed some sort of therapy.




When my husband picked me up at the drop off place three hours later, he had the dogs with him... my chiweenie bites (everyone) so with 90 kids running around looking for parents in the dark it was a brand new level of stress that was reached by yours truly. THEN my husband joins me in the vehicle and explains that the reason he brought the dogs (maltese and chiweenie) is because they had been through a harrowing ordeal that day.

That's when my man stops being my man and puts on his "news hat". Blow by blow, detail by detail a riveting story of how the chiweenie's dog tag got hooked through my little maltese's eye lid...

Hold it! Stop right there!

Good bye everybody! Aly's mental and emotional fortitude has left the building! Nighty night!

I'm otta here!