I usually don’t get into much controversial material here on my blog, but wow, is this worth a look.

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So the idea is to lure people–under the pretense of something actually worthwhile (or in this case “controversial”)–to click on a link landing them on a Rick Astley video. My husband has now gotten me with it not once, but twice. I’m not the brightest of the bunch.

Go forth and Rickroll!

Several years ago I bought a funny book for my husband, more for a gag than anything else. And guess what, I’ve flipped through it a few times, giggling, while I don’t believe he’s actually ever opened it. I suppose he and I really do have different ideas of what is funny… Anyhoo, this book is entitled : How to Insult, Abuse, and Insinuate in Classical Latin. I never took Latin during my school days and have always, in my mind, held those educated in the dead language to be of superior intelligence to myself. So all the while I get my giggles, I also hope that some of that smartness from the Latin is absorbing into my brain on a subconscious level. If not, oh well, it’s still funny.

This will be my first post in my new series dedicated solely to saying rude, sarcastic, funny, obnoxious, and sometimes self deprecating things in Latin. And I suppose since today is Saturday, I’ll just start doing it every Saturday and call it “Saturday Latin Insults”. The one I have chosen for today is appropriate because my face (heck, my whole body) is broken out in acne like that of a 14 year old. Seriously. I’m not sure what my problem is–normally my skin is rather radiant and lovely. But right now it’s pretty hideous. So with this first Latin quote, I take a stab at myself. But watch out, next week the stab may be at you!

“Colore ipso patriam aspernaris”

– “You disgrace your country, merely with your complexion.” (Cicero, In Pisonem)

After the scaffolding and the bikinis and the crying, we changed and headed out for some rides. I gave the kids and myself elephant doses of Dramamine, since the three of us are prone to car sickness, park swing sickness, and general motion sickness. You know the swaying cigarette lighter thing people do at concerts? Yeah, I get sick doing that. So, once again, we find out that Zoe is a bit too short for many of the rides, which is okay because I doubt she would go on any of them anyway, especially after the tube slide scare she had just endured. So Zoe and I hung out in the kiddie ride area where there are ten versions of the same ride. Rockets that go up and down while circling. Helicopters that go up and down while circling. Airplanes that go up and down while circling. Boats that go… well, not up and down…they just circle. The boys discovered the “Tidal Wave”, which is Lagoon’s version of the Pirate Ship ride. You know, the one that swings back and forth. I call it the Barfatizer. But Jachin, empowered by Dramamine, loved this ride. He and Jon rode it about 7 times, and then Jachin finally got me to go on at the end of the day.

 Here are Jon and Jachin on their first ride on the Tidal Wave. Jon is the one in the bright red hat. (Tip: If you want to keep track of your tall husband at an amusement park, have him wear a red hat. You can see him coming for miles.) Jachin, in the camo shirt next to Jon, had not yet built up the confidence to let go of the bar. Note Jon’s right hand and the sign he’s making. It’s sort of the opposite of Spock’s Vulcan “Live Long and Prosper” sign. Maybe because when you are riding the Tidal Wave Barfatizer, you aren’t thinking you’re going to Live Long and Prosper, you are thinking the opposite of living long and prospering, which is: “Ahhhhh, I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! …Or barf!!”

We rode several coasters, and the kids all had their favorites that they rode over and over. We didn’t leave the park until 8pm. That totals 8 1/2 hours of stomach churning fun-o-rama. The kids, of course, want season passes now. But this is really the kind of fun you want to keep for spacial occasions. In other words: once a year is plenty.