After spending the past three days in a place of mind that resembles what I think hell might be–I am finally home. Car-less but home. We began our journey Friday morning. I let the kids miss school. (Maybe this was the start of my punishment in some sick twisted way.) Six Flags here we come.
We make it to Atlanta all in one piece or so we thought. Atlanta is much bigger than Asheville. They have 5 lanes of traffic! Plus they drive really fast. I felt like I was on a Nascar ride and I don’t even like Nascar. Picture if you will. Driving the fast Atlanta pace and then traffic slows just a bit–then something metal is coming towards us. No where for us to go. It hits the bumper and thankfully goes under the car. It was some smushed piece of metal that resembled a ladder but with longer stepping slats. Our initial worry at the time was flat tires. They didn’t but something did happen to my car. Long story short. My car will now just start and cut right back off. And this time Nationwide was NOT on our side. I called them hoping for some help. NADDA. We could file a claim but they couldn’t call for a car to get us or arrange a rental. What good are they there for then? Anyway…We finally called a Taxi and Kumar took us back to our hotel. I mean no disrespect in calling him that. When I meet men from India I think of ‘Harold and Kumar’ and the ‘Kumars’ on the BBC. (Plus I changed his name to protect the innocent.) We finally make it back to the hotel and of course the kids are whining about getting into the pool. Sooooo, we let them.
My dad ended up getting up at 3am Saturday and driving to Atlanta to tow my car back to Asheville for me. Wasn’t that nice of him?? (We now have a stinky rent-a-car from Hertz that was supposed to be smoke free.)
Six Flags was okay. Okay, let me be honest. I would never go back to Six Flags and if someone asked I would tell them I didn’t enjoy my trip there as much as I thought I would. After going to Disney–nothing can compare IMPO. After waiting for 45 minutes to ride ONE roller coaster–HB bought a fast pass. (In Disney they are free.) At SF they are $115. The fast pass allowed us to wait about 15 minutes or less at the rides. So, yes it was a good idea and I wish we had bought it when we first got there but we didn’t know much about it. I did think the park wasn’t laid out very well and the map was one of total confusion.
I did realize that I can no longer ride roller coasters that do these loop-de-loos. I was getting latched into one with H where you just sit there and your feet dangle and you actually go on the outside of the track.Yep, I was supposed to rely on some strap and metal bar to hold me in. I think when we first did the loop and I saw my feet contrasted against the blue sky, I panicked. Big time panic. I felt the tears start to run down my face. I wanted off it right then. Yes, I am 32 and I cried on the Batman ride. I will have to start roller coaster therapy for the trauma it caused me. LOL
I am perfectly content to ride the Carousel with O from here on out. After 8 hours we got back to the hotel sunburned and exhausted. We let the kids get back into the pool. HB walked to get dinner. We had a lovely dinner sitting by the pool. Ahhh, I love Fuddruckers.
Then FINALLY sleep.
So, now I am caught up. Sunday–we check-out and drive in a stinky car 3 hours to get home. The horror isn’t over just yet. I am arguing with Marriott about the price they charged us verses the price they quoted me. Of course the Manager wasn’t on duty today so I have to call back tomorrow. Figures.
(PS. I want mention that my wonderful HB had to ask the front desk for feminine hygiene products during the commotion on Friday night.)
I don’t want to think about how much we went over $$ for all the mishaps we had.
(fast forward)
Clothes are unpacked and I have some washing. I have one picture to share.

I have always been a fan of Wonderwoman. Invisible Jet and Magic Silver Bracelets. She ROCKS! I know this isn’t Linda Carter but I had to have my picture taken with her.








