Roller Coaster Life

I love roller coasters, but I hate the height part of it. You know that clackety-clack sound that takes you to the tip-top part of a coaster? To me, that's the worst part. That and the eerie silence that coincides with the end of that clackety-clack sound. The tell-tale moment when the last car loses contact with the chain that sends the whole contraption plummeting down through twists and turns and speeding its way to no return... well, to the end of the ride anyway. The anticipation. The actual event. And the feeling at the end that cries, "I did it!" Ahhhh... makes me want to go ride one now even though I'm no where near one. I guess I'm thinking of roller coasters because that's how the day has been. Up and down. A twist here and a turn there.

Peaceful breakfast at a local place.
Stressful drive through the projects of downtown.

Relaxing five-minute nap on the couch.
Aggravating tax bill in the mail.

Joy at application for graduation notice.
Sadness at fee required for that application.

And so the day went, kinda back and forth for much of it. I took a two-hour exam that kept me in my seat for that full two hours... who cares if I really needed a bathroom break due to all the coffee I drank to prepare me for that exam. By the time I finished, my bangs were sticking straight up from the all the pulling of my hair that took place (so much for fixing it), my wedding rings were off because I can't stand jewelry when I'm hot or stressed (little tidbit for ya), and I had no time to spare before I headed to school for the daily kid- pick up (i.e. no time to hit the restroom).

Forty minutes later, back at the house, and all necessities taken care of,  I dyed a girl's beautiful head of hair her selected (temporary) color. We converted the front porch to a mini-salon, applied the color in the sunshine, and set the timer. All that effort and we're pretty sure it's the exact same color, maybe a little lighter. Oh well. Her hair smells like coconuts and reminds me of the beach. I'm debating if I would like to make a day trip there tomorrow just because. As much as I love roller coasters, I love the beach better. It's either that or the museum. Anything to get me away from a laundry basket and the computer.

The husband has taken care of getting me away from the kitchen. He took one look at me (after finding my wedding rings on the desk) and announced it would be a good night for pizza. And thanks to google and a little quick research, the youngest announced that one of my favorite clothing stores is near the museum. Combine that with a little birthday cash I've had stashed, and that plan might just beat out the beach. Come to think of it, I really don't care which direction I go as long as I go somewhere different. That's kind of the  fun with roller coasters, too. You go all different directions, but know exactly where you'll end up.

For me, I'll end up right back here.
On the couch. With the computer.
Serenaded by the oldest on the guitar.

No chicken exit in sight.