Cedar Point this past weekend, I haven't been in a few years, and wasn't sure I wanted to do all the walking involved.  I was right.  After walking, and jumping on rides with the kids- it gave new meaning to the word "sore" My back, my neck, my everything.  
Grrrrrr.....

   So we get to the POINT with no problems....and we get into our first line, to ride our first roller coaster....and as we are in line....(there are 8 of us in our group) I notice a girl about my sons age looking at my hands and pointing...and then she starts whispering.....

   I can handle a certain amount of curiosity from people...I have had it my whole life.  Anyone who knows me knows I have congenital anomolies with my hands and feet- even so, I do pretty damn good day to day. 

   So I hear her whispering and laughing, and pointing..and I am trying my best to ignore- keep moving- it doesn't matter....then the line turns....and as I am walking by- this person/girl is literally staring at my feet-  not glancing, not observing, but DEAD STARING at my feet- and the line behind her has stopped...and she doesn't realize that she has stopped the line or that I am watching her stare at me...

  After having to endure her snickers, and giggling....well, it all happened so quickly...I suppose I didn't think it through clearly....

    I pushed past my husband, and looked her dead in the face and told her "If you want a really close look- I can shove them in your f-ing mouth!".....  Not my most lady like of moments, I know...she made certain to keep her back to me the whole rest of the way through the line..which was a good 45 minutes more at least.  

   Then I got my girl (short as she is *grin*) looking daggers at the girl- daring her to look at her- and I hear....well, I won't repeat the word I heard come from my baby-

    Then my son who was right next to the person/girl says loudly "Some people are just F-ing ignorant!!"  (I should really talk to him about using that F-word ) *evil grin*  At least my kids rallied to help me....I didn't need their help- I could have taken that girl with one hand behind my back...wouldn't have bothered me a whit to drop her right there...and she came close.... grrrrrr......

    Listen...If someone comes up and asks me about it- I don't mind...if someone looks and looks away- I don't mind....

   But I will be damned...I am not a zoo animal, for anyones viewing pleasure- or pain- whichever the case may be... I have always taught my children that people have differences...and that some of them aren't attactive, but that we never ever take that into account when assessing a persons character- meaning; get to know a person- disabilites and all...before passing judgement.

  Shame on that girl! Shame on her parents for not teaching her what constitutes rude behavior.  Shame on me for not kicking her ass right then and there- at least if they kicked me out I could have stayed in the car and read and slept all day *grin*....as it was...we all had fun. 

   I am not condoning ass kicking- trust me..and now having thought about it- I maybe should have approached it differently- maybe in a more calm- ladylike manner....but people...i was standing in an hour and half long line, beating down sun...hot...trying to mind my own business and be comfy while I am doing it....and there it is...

   I am officially among the disabled...and I don't care...I haven't felt self-concious in many many years.... and if people want to think of it as an affliction...let them... cause I will tell you know- that person/girl....is way worse off then me.... mentally, spiritually.... I actually think I might feel bad for her...um,,,,*ahem*...nah- screw her... she should know better or at least be taught better.

back to work...
Peace