fun in the sun

Judging by your enthusiastic comments last week, I'm pretty sure YALL were more excited about Matt's birthday surprise than he was. Ha. I mean, he got excited once he knew what it was (Saturday morning, appx 30 minutes before we left). But his anticipatory excitement paled in comparison to mine (and yours), which was a tragedy. Oh well.

Can you tell where we went? If you guessed Six Flags Over Georgia, you would be correct!

We had never been to Six Flags together- is that a tragedy or what? I used to be a Six Flags junkie. And by that I mean I went like once a year. That's pretty good when you've never lived closer than 2 hours away from it and also you aren't freakin rich. Because holy cow, why does it need to cost so much? No matter. Matt and I have been meaning and trying to go for a couple years, but it's never worked out. I made it work out for Saturday. Go me!

This picture is truly frightening, but I can't help it. Batman is the best ride ever. Which clearly explains the expression on my face. ???

It was a great day. The weather was perfect and we were there right when the doors opened (Erika Rule of Six Flags #1: Be the first one in the gate, sprint straight to the back of the park and knock out those coasters before anyone else manages to get there. BOOM!) and killed three coasters in short order while everyone else in the park strolls along at a leisurely pace, chasing down their bratty kids and buying overpriced plastic crap that someone gets stuck hauling around for the rest of the day. Oh, I'm sorry, do you sense I judge my fellow park-goers? Maybe just a tad. Although the main thing I had to judge was teenage girls and their poor sense of Proper Six Flags Clothing and Footwear.

Ladies, let me tell ya straight: A day at Six Flags is not a day to make a fashion statement. It's not the prom. It's not the club. It's also APRIL and not JULY, so put some freakin clothes on already (I will make exceptions to this rule once the mercury breaks 90). And above all, please know that the park is BIG and SPREAD OUT and you are going to be WALKING all day. Let me inform you, calling on my 30 years of experience being a fashionable woman (hahahaa)--your platform sandals and peep-toe wedges are not going to get the job done. You are not even going to look cute- you're going to look like a moron. And the people stuck behind you in line for 2 hours are going to laugh at you as you whine and moan about your poor toes. TRUST ME ON THIS.

After I briefly commented on this phenomenon on Twitter, E rightly informed me that we can all probably blame this poor-footwear-choosing-at-Six-Flags on AshLee from the last season of the Bachelor. HA. So true.

Here we are making the best of a one point five hour line situation. Despite my excellent wardrobe and shoe choices...not much can make the line-waiting a much less miserable experience. We just tried to remind ourselves how nice it was that it wasn't 100 degrees (as it normally is in Georgia in the summer, which is usually when you go to Six Flags).

I packed us a fun picnic lunch with all of Matt's favorite treats and we ate in the shade of some trees and relaxed before going back in to hit a few more rides. Around 4:00, when the lines for every single ride were approaching 2 hours each we decided to call it a day and head home. Apparently when you're 30 you don't have the endurance to make it all day in the park. Sad realization, but it was still a great day. Plus, as we noted, the time that it would have taken us to wait for one more ride was equal to the amount of time it would take us to get home-- you know, home, where there are places to SIT, free things to EAT, and no teenagers to watch make out. Ick. So home we went. And sit we did.

 I mean, I spend a lot of time complaining about my phone, but dang if that picture with sunrays shining through isn't just brilliant. Way to go, Samsung camera. Also-- great book. I still haven't finished it, but I'm loving it. I haven't seen the movie- worth seeing?

The weather on Sunday was perfection, so naturally we made our way to Lowe's after church. I rescued some gorgeous pretties from the clearance rack and picked up five different types of zinnia seeds (can you tell I'm a big fan of zinnias?) and spent the rest of the afternoon/evening up to our ears in dirt, fireants, and even two snakes. Yes. I found those, peacefully resting about 3 feet away from my dining room. Matt and my neighbors managed to kill one but the other one escaped. Awesome. 

So that was our big exciting birthday weekend. If you're not a fan of amusement parks, it probably doesn't seem that great...but for us, it was perfect. It's fun to just do something different for awhile...and then come home to more of the exact same as always, such as reading on the porch and digging in the garden. And judging teenagers. You know. The usual.