Holy Cinco de Mayo, it’s May already!! Where has this year gone?? We’re in May already??? Really?!?!?
Like many things in my life, I’ve let this blog slide a little. It’s not to say I don’t care about my blog, it’s just that life, and it’s oddball ways, has kept me super busy for the past few months, making it hard to find time to blog. Maybe that’s a good thing…maybe it means I have a life again. 🙂
I’m hopping back on the blogging bandwagon, though, with a brand new adventure next week with one of my favorite people in the world: my sister Allison. When you share a room with a person for fifteen years of your life, you inevitably become close to them, even when you swear on your assortment of blond-haired Barbie dolls that you won’t. We’ve definitely had our moments as sisters (what sisters haven’t??) but we have a lot to celebrate next weekend. It’s her birthday, Mother’s Day, and a blog entry on my blog all rolled into one!! Who has time for arguing when there’s so much celebrating to do!?!
Since I’ll be making the loooooooooooong trek home to my parent’s house next weekend (the middle of Pennsylvania is probably the dullest landscape on the eastern coast), I figured we should try to squeeze in as much fun as possible when we’re there. This will include a stop at one of my favorite places in the world (ironically located in the middle of that awful Pennsylvanian landscape I dread driving through: HersheyPark).
For anyone who does not actually know me and my family, we are amusement park junkies. So many people I know tell me about how their family vacations growing up were caravan trips to the beach, where they spent marathon hours on the sandy shores building sandcastles, boogie boarding, and watching their skin darken. Their family vacations consisted of laying around, slapping on the sunscreen, and watching the world float by.
I think my family took one beach vacation like that, and we became really bored. We Days are movers and shakers: vacation isn’t about relaxing to us, it’s about seeing new things, having fun, and learning how far we can push the boundaries of family bonding time before we want to explode (max: 5 days). It’s about laughing too much, eating what we shouldn’t, and running around to different amusement parks throughout North America. As a family, we love amusement parks.
At my current age, I can safely admit to you that I am a roller coaster junkie. I can’t get enough of them. My first front seat ride was at the age of 7 on the Phoenix at Knoebels Amusement Resort. I remember, to my horror, as family members ran up the exit ramp to make sure I really wanted to sit in the front seat. Yes, silly adults, I wanted to sit in the front seat. I was 7! Clearly old enough to handle a top 5 best wooden roller coaster in the world.
Who wouldn’t be ready for that?? Since then, I’ve ridden on most of the top roller coasters on the east coast, as well as Knotts Berry Farm and Disneyland out in California, and cannot get enough of them. It’s such a rush.
One park in Pennsylvania that has a TON of roller coasters is HersheyPark. As a family we’ve been going there since I was born (it’s only 90 minutes away from our middle-of-nowhere town), and as the park has expanded so have the rides. Some top notch coasters reside there, and next weekend we’ll be taking a spin on a few as we head back to one of my all-time favorite parks.
I love HersheyPark because the entire park, actually, the entire town is built around one man, one company, and one amazing brand: Hershey’s Chocolate. I’m not saying it’s the best chocolate bar I’ve ever had in the world (it’s not), but who can resist a delicious Reese’s Cup, especially those Easter eggs?? At HersheyPark they have this dumb tour ride you can go on where it shows you how they make chocolate. It’s so cheesy, it looks like one of those old Chuck E. Cheese animatronic shows they used to show us as kids. Remember how scary those things used to be?? No wonder they nixed those in the early 90s, who wants to eat pizza when this fabulous gang of creepers is staring at you! But seriously, I think the pizza place sold these dumb things to HersheyPark when they dumped them, and HP in return reused them to teach kids how chocolate is made. It sounds dumb, and it really is. Yet for some reason I have to ride this ride every. single. time. I’m there. Maybe it’s because at the end of the ride you get free candy. Or maybe I’m just being nostalgic for a childhood that, like Power Rangers, Dunkaroos, pogs, and Sock’em Boppers, has been left behind in the last millennium, never to be resurrected again. Wow. This blog post just became super deep.
So next week is HersheyPark week!!! 🙂 And my sister’s birthday (anyone have any birthday present ideas for a soon-to-be-24-year-old who loves J Crew??). And Mother’s Day!! So much to do in one 48 hour period!!
For now, I’m heading out for a run (more on my suicide mission later this week). Maybe the endorphin rush will help me forget about these Chuck E. Cheese creatures staring at me. Maybe…
Have a fabulous week!