What do you want me to be...?

Where do obsessions come from? Why does some person or issue or food or whatever take complete control of your life for a brief amount of time? Before the Internet, what did people do to appease the obsession monster? Now, with the world at our keyboards, obsessions can be read about, pictures can be viewed, music heard. Whether it be porn or gardening, obsessions can be relieved in a short amount of time. But, with the Internet, there are even more obsessions to be obsessed over.

What's your obsession?

...we're not the fortunate ones, but girls just wanna have fun.

Last Friday my husband and I took off work and flew down to L.A. for some fun in the sun. Actually we stood in line most of the time at Six Flags, Magic Mountain. My husband has a dangerous itch for riding extreme roller coasters and I thought I would tag along.

I used to be an extreme chick myself, but I realized on this trip that I'm getting old (at 31!). Most of the rides were not fun and they hurt! I got off each ride nursing a splitting headache and sore muscles. All I could think of was getting an ice cream cone.

The mother of them all was called the X (for extreme of course). Even though I'm not religious, I said my prayers and closed my eyes nearly the whole time. When I did open them, I saw either sky or ground. Who knows what happened?


The "X"