When I say obsessed I mean that he will not stop talking about it, watching videos on YouTube of the ride, and searching the Disney website for information.
He rode the ride twice.
He was TERRIFIED both times. [As in he hid his head, shut his eyes, and almost puked terrified.]
But now that we are home and a month away from the trip to Disney he is absolutely, 100% OBSESSED with this ride. Not only is he obsessed with the ride he is obsessed with the Yeti that is on the ride. [Even though he had his eyes closed both times and he never saw the Yeti he won't quit talking about the thing that doesn't exist.]
If you are in search of a reason to ride Expedition Everest please ask Gabe before you go. He can tell you every turn, small hill, big hill, when the track takes you backwards, when you get to the broken part [which, FYI, hasn't always looked like it does now....through his research he learned that the track has changed since the ride has been opened], and how long the ride lasts.
He has even researched the Himalayas [or Himilayan as he says it] and he has decided that we need to go there as a family. Every single mountain we see gets compared to Everest:
Is Crowder's Mountain as tall as Everest?
We walked to the top of Kings Mountain. That's as high as Everest right?
I bet Everest looks like Grandfather Mountain.
In fact, he can tell you all about the Matterhorn Ride at Disneyland [the west coast version of Expedition Everest] and he's never, ever been to Disneyland.
The boy is driving us nuts. [And it doesn't take much to make the semi-crazy a little crazier.] Please do us a favor and DON'T ask him anything about his favorite Disney ride. [Or if you must just be prepared for a complete doctoral dissertation on Everest, the Himilayans, and the Yeti. You've been warned.]
I am married to a man that is a marvel.
He makes rocks. [Sometimes I think his head is full of rocks. Sometimes I want to throw rocks at his head. Sometimes he wants to throw rocks at my head. Ours is a complicated love affair.]
Rewind 10 years ago....he had the Summer of the Stones [and I don't mean Rolling] with 9 trips to the hospital [which ain't cheap], 2 rounds of lithotripsy [which is even less cheap than the hospital], and 3 surgeries [which by all accounts is the least cheapest of the aformentioned options]. This would also be the summer after Flossie was born and when Coop broke his arm. [That new surgery pavilion at CRMC? Yep...the Shorties made that possible.]
We learned then that Craig's body makes stones. Lots and lots of stones.
He recently had a kidney stone. During the this ordeal we discovered that he also has a stone in his appendix. So let me get this straight...He has this useless tube in his body that has a useless stone trapped inside of it? What the heck? The surgeon told us that he will, at some point in his life, have appendicitis so he might as well have his appendix removed. So having it removed is what he'll be doing at the end of July. [Do they chisel it out? Use a rock hammer? The doctor thought it fitting after the last surgery of 2004 to hand us the stones he took out...maybe we'll get this one too...we could display them.]
Bless him...he is really disgusted. While this isn't life threatening [can I get an amen on that one] its right at the beginning of football season. He will be out of commission for a few weeks at a time when he really needs to be able to participate in practice. Say a prayer for him.
Ever just feel totally left out and you can't explain why? In some ways, be excluded is OK. I mean if you don't want me around then that is OK...it isn't about me and I shouldn't make it a big deal. But in other ways, when you exclude my children and they recognize it then it bothers me. I suspect that leaving them [us] out is never done intentionally but that is what keeps me wondering....I think it might be me. [I truly am not saying any of this for anyone to feel sorry for me. I'm a big girl and I can handle it if I am the reason for the exclusion.]
I have prayed about this situation. I have asked God to help me let it go. There are so many other things in this life to worry about and at 41, being left out shouldn't be one of them. I just keep hanging on to tiny threads and slivers of guilt and frustration and that makes me mad at myself.
I will be the first to tell you that I ain't perfect, [I know some of you are upset to read those words] that I've done some stupid things, and that I am weird [nerdy, geeky, quirky, etc.]. I do try. I want to fit in and I want to feel good about my place in this situation. I just can't seem to figure it out and it bugs me.
It bothers me for my kids. They are good kids [the best if you ask me] and I would hate for them to feel unwanted because of something I have done or haven't done. I just wish I understood...that is the part that really bugs me. [Not tragic and I hope I don't sound like a whiner. I'm not trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill. I promise.] I am truly at a crossroads with this issue. Please pray for me about this issue.
As always, even with strange obsessions and that stone-filled man of mine, life as a Shortie couldn't be better. Happy Fourth of July!!
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