Jimmy and I went down to Newport Beach to celebrate our belated anniversary on Friday. I had a free hotel coupon so we thought we'd put it to good use. We went to dinner on Friday, and had a gift card but actually ended up getting the meal completely free because our waitress was not so good. Yay I love free food!
Then on Saturday we went to the Balboa Pier and walked around for a while enjoying the absolutely perfect sunny day. There is a Ferris wheel there, and we decided to take a ride. I, like most other people am not very comfortable with heights.
I have this traumatizing memory of me and my Dad on a Ferris Wheel at a carnival when I was little. We were stopped at the top, and my Dad starting rocking the car. Of course, the car in front of you says in big capital letters "Do not rock". I never told my Dad I was scared. I'm not sure why either. But he never knew (until now) how completely terrified I was as we swung back and forth.
So, before we went on the Ferris wheel on Saturday I told Jimmy I don't like it when people rock the car. What does he do? He starts to rock it, right when we are at the top. I clutched on to the bar with white knuckles and told him I wasn't kidding when I said I don't like it when people do that. He started laughing and continued to do it until I think he saw the sheer horror in my eyes.
He finally stopped, but asked me what I was so afraid of. Well, how about the car breaking off and me plummeting to my death for one? But he made me realize that him making the car slightly sway will probably not lead to that. So, why was I so scared?
I think it has to do with rules. I'm a follower, always have been. If you give me a rule, I'll follow it. Even if it's completely dumb and unfounded. But, when I'm suspended above the ground on this giant metal wheel, I really like to follow the rules. They are saying "Do Not Rock" for a reason right?
I couldn't help but wonder why I'm like that. What am I so afraid of anyways? In the Ferris wheel case, death obviously. But with other things that are so stupid I'll follow the rules even if no one else does. I guess it just comes to the fact that some are leaders (Jimmy) and some are followers (Me). Maybe us being married actually does make some sense. I mean it would be disastrous if you had two leaders. Or two followers.
Lastly, I finished another book. This one's called " LOVE THE ONE YOUR WITH" by Emily Giffin.
Likes: I love Emily Giffin. She hasn't written a whole lot, but I've read everyone of her books (all 4 of them). She writes in a way that grabs you and keeps you from start to finish. She also manages to continually surprise me, despite the fact that I think I have her stories all figured out. This one is no exception. This story did not go at all the way I expected it to. There isn't a lot of cussing in this one either.
Dislikes: I don't really have any. It's not my favorite of her books, but I still really liked it. I'm not sure how I feel about the ending. It was good, but almost too realistic. I expected it to end in the story book way, and it didn't. So I have mixed feelings.
So, I would recommend this book for women who want a nice easy read that leaves you thinking about your life and some of its most important decisions.
Waiting for James to arrive!
3 years ago