...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"