My current read is "A Man Called Ove" by Fredrik Backman. I love his writing style. I'm captivated by the story.
I highly recommend it, and I'm barely halfway through it.
Every Tuesday I sit in a the same orange waiting room, hoping for the best for my daughter and her life.
Facing the reality that my ex will never really care about anyone aside from himself.
Cryptic?
Yes.
While I'm more than happy to talk it out, my daughter isn't.
So I keep her privacy, while still noting here that it's happening.
Two weekends ago I got up at 5:00 in the morning to arrive at Fear Factory to play with some clown makeups for an event.
Clowns are hard.
Legit hard.
I tend to run out of ideas quickly. As we have a huge clown section at Fear, that's probably something I should be working on, conceptually.
And then we took The Circus to Lagoon on major discounted prices. The only way we can ever really afford to hit Lagoon.
This was also the trip where I officially wrote Lagoon off my list forever.
I'm too old.
Even on a Dramamine, I was struggling with motion sickness, and when Colossus left me feeling like my brain had been rattled and my eyes were still spinning, even after getting off the ride, I was done for the day.
No more for me.
West feels the same.
Tayler and Brynn, our timid ones, have finally grown into a love of riding roller coasters. You still won't catch them on the giant big rides with Sean and Cali, but at least they're not hovering around the kiddie section anymore.