please tell me it's not like morning sickness....

kim and i took kendall to cheyenne frontier days to see eric church and toby keith this year.  and somehow, i got roped into riding the carnival rides.  okay, wait, i remember volunteering without hesitation.  i love this stuff, and the higher and faster, the better. 

we bought a 24 pack of tickets and jumped in line.  (and yes, at this point, i'm still craving a funnel cake and have formed a list of all the junk food i'm going to get when we're finished with the rides)

so we hop on this sucker, first.  no big deal. 

so at this point i'm feeling invincible and i'm ready to hit the next one--one of the of loop-de-loop things that swings back and forth until it's got enough speed to take us upside down. 

and that's when i realized i must be getting old.  or something was wrong with me.  about 30 seconds into the ride i went from screaming and laughing to dead silent and eyes closed.  not a peep from our row for a good minute.  kendall and i were both ready to push the eject button.  it was awful.  'round and 'round and 'round...surely they had forgotten the thing was going and we would be on this all night long. 

it came to a screeching hault, and i wasn't entirely sure i was going to be able to get myself off this dang thing. 

not the same smile as the first ride, huh?  and the jokes the carneys were telling me just weren't cutting it. 

i was so sick the rest of the night.  my list of carnival food went out the window as i crammed a soft pretzel down my throat.

please tell me it's not like morning sickness or i'll never make it.