I'd Rather Be Lucky

My Grandpa Terry has been known to say, "I'd rather be lucky than good." Most often he is referring to how he amazingly dodged taking the Queen of Spades in a game of Hearts.

My friend Abi, posted recently on her blog about how lucky she has been lately. I was reminded of my unheard of luck on our recent trip. This would be out-of-this-world, luckier than winning the HGTV Dream Home luck.

We parked our car in the SeaWorld parking lot with thousands of other cars last Monday morning. I took a bit of cash out of my purse to carry in my pocket and then tucked the black leather Coach bag under a pillow on the floor of the front seat. We unloaded kids and the stroller and took off for an all-day adventure at the park.

Upon returning to our car about ten hours later, we were shocked to notice one of the car windows had been left rolled completely down. In addition we noticed the car had not been locked.

My purse with hundreds of dollars in vacation cash, not to mention an assortment of credit cards and ID, was in the front seat along with the spare set of car keys. We had a variety of travel elctronics including a laptop, a portable DVD player, iPods, and more inside the readily accessible car. Amazingly, all of it had been left untouched.

As we exited the parking lot still shaking our heads in disbelief, I smiled as I read the SeaWorld Parking Receipt: "SeaWorld is not responsible for loss or damage to vehicles or their contents."

Grandpa has never been heard to say, "I'd rather be lucky than stupid," but apparently we were both!

SeaWorld Wonders

We recently returned from a trip to Southern California. Part of our itinerary included a day at SeaWorld. One of the rides at this theme park is Shipwreck Rapids. Here you float in a raft-like over sized inner tube through waves and caves.

It is one of those rides where you may get a little sprinkle, you may stay perfectly dry, or you could get soaked. Only the Shipwreck Rapids River Gods (and S1 and DH pouring quarters in the water guns along the sidelines) seem to determine your fate.

As I was not in the mood for a wet t-shirt contest, I opted out of the ride and sent D1, S2, and D2 by themselves. Meeting them at the ride exit, after each trip they begged to ride again. After the third time through the ride, they were all very wet!

As we left the attraction I saw two young boys leaving with their mom. They each had an arm around one of her legs and were grinning from ear to ear. "Mom" looked as though she fit in the "get soaked" category of riders leaving the attraction. As they passed by we overheard her oldest boy exclaim, "Thanks, Mom!" It made one consider that perhaps "Mom" had been a not-so-willing rapids rider. Then the small family turned in front of us, and I saw a bit more of "Mom" then she probably would have preferred.

I can only assume that she did not consider that wearing blue thong underwear with white cotton shorts made for an unwise clothing choice, since when they were dripping wet, there was little left to the imagination.