Monthly Archives: February 2009

Oasis: Thanks for the Memories

I’m writing about Oasis Water Park this week, because I mentioned it in my last blog entry. That small mention of a relatively small place stirred up a lot of memories for me.  There were many great things about Oasis.

The first being that tickets for locals were only $8. This was really nice especially since you had to pay for parking in a city were pay lots were few and far between.  There was perhaps one other pay lot in the city that I remember, and every time I went to use it, it was open to the public anyway.

The other really great thing about Oasis was that it was desert themed.  Makes sense seeing as how it was in the middle of the desert, about two hours away from anything of consequence.  The rides all had wicked names like The Scorpion, Roadrunner, Black Widow, Sidewinder and Centipede. Roadrunner, Sidewinder and Centipede were the slides I frequented the most. Mostly because my sister was terrified of going on any of the others.  The Sidewinder and Centipede were tube slides.  So you grabbed a tube from anywhere waited in line and rode, in a tube, down the slide.  They were a little bit slower and when you hit the water at the bottom you only went under if you tried to flip your tube.

The Roadrunner was right next to the Centipede. It was an enclosed narrow tube and it went really fast.  I’m not one for nose plugging, but I had to hold my nose the entire way down this slide.  The water around your body shoots so violently towards your face it inevitability makes it up your nose no matter what you do. The other thing about this slide is the moment you pushed yourself in the tube you had a perpetual wedgie.  The only solution was to grin and bear it, until you hit the pool at the bottom.  Then you could stealthily remove the wadded swim suit from your rectum.

My friends and I finally convinced my sister to go on the Black Widow.  This was a newer slide, my sister is not one for new things, but it was a double tube ride and I promised I would go down with her. I didn’t bother to tell her that it was pitch black in the tube as you went down and didn’t get light again until the very end.  I knew she wouldn’t walk all the way back down through the line when she saw how dark it was in the tunnel, because that would be embarrassing and if there’s one thing she hates more than change it’s embarrassment. So we got her to go on the ride and she liked it…a lot.  For the rest of the day she wanted to wait in line for the Black Widow.  Since it was so new the line was longer than most.  I think we all took turns riding with her so we could go enjoy other slides.

The most terrifying slide in all the park was The Scorpion.  It was an unenclosed, straight down drop of about 7 stories.  I believe I went on that one twice in my entire life. The first time I went on it I didn’t weigh quite enough and lifted off the slide for a good portion of it.  I don’t know why I ever tried it again.  Probably to impress some guy.

There was one other really tall slide at the park that I can’t recall the name of.  For a long time it was an enclosed tube with two big drops instead of one like the Scorpion.  You didn’t use a tube, then it changed.  It was unenclosed, and required a three person tube.  It was less scary when it changed, but you also didn’t bang up your back when you hit the second drop.

In addition to the slides there was a wave pool, the lazy river, the kids play area and a few small kiddie slides. There were private cabana’s, that as a teenagers we never used of course. The lifeguards were all students from the surrounding high schools and the music playing over the speakers was always from the radio.  It truly was a wonderful place to be.

Then the worst thing ever happened. Oasis was bought by Knott’s Berry Farm. They changed the theme of the park to a beach theme, which made no sense since the closest beach was about three hours away.  The music changed to a looped CD of the Beach Boys.  If you were at the park for two hours the likelihood that you’d hear the same song at least five times was very good. Worst of all they took away the local discount.  By this point my friends and I were all considered adults.  So we had to pay to park and pay about $30 to get inside.  It became the biggest rip off ever.  They changed nothing about the park except the signs for the slides.  It was a sad, sad summer day when we tried to go with our $8 in hand and were told it was now $30.

But I suppose I’ll always have the memories.

Big Mossy Logs

Interesting things happen around the 19 week mark of pregnancy.  It’s the second trimester.  If there’s been any morning sickness it should be long gone. Your baby starts to look like an actual person instead of some insect peanut alien.  Your baby starts moving around and making itself known. Of course it’s not just the baby that’s changing and getting bigger.  Your belly, butt and boobs like to join in the fun too!  Woo-hoo!

During this time I’ve read that many women feel more sexually inclined.  Some think it’s because of all the extra blood that’s hanging out down near the baby.  Which means it’s also hanging out in your naughty bits.  Sadly for me and my hubby, I believe all that blood is devoting itself to the tiny person in my belly and not my naughty bits.  I have never felt less sexy in all my life.

To make matters worse, my legs look like two mossy logs right now.  This isn’t laziness on my part.  I can be a pretty lazy person; a good example is this very blog.  What happened to January?  It got away from me before I could tackle my discipline to the ground again.

So no, it’s not that I’m too lazy to shave my mossy logs.  Hubby and I are not what one would call wealthy and those razor refills are amazingly expensive.  If anyone could tell me where I can get Venus razor refills for only a buck and half for a pack of four you will never have to read about my hairy man legs again.

As it is they cost about ten or eleven dollars for a pack of four. So I put off buying razor refills. The six month old razor I had barely cut the hair in my pits, I wasn’t about to try to make it cut the old growth that had accumulated on my legs.

Here’s the funny thing though. While living in the desert my legs were freshly shaved every other day.  Even though I wore jeans most of the time; yes even in the sweltering summers.  I don’t think my thighs are very nice to look at so I’d hide them with denim. It didn’t matter how old the razor was. I would press it firmly to my legs, risking a life threatening gash to an artery just to have nice smooth legs.  The thing about living in the desert is that you never know when someone is going to suggest swimming.  Most people have pools in their backyard or know at least three people who do.  So on hot days even if I was decked out in my jeans you never knew when someone would say “Let’s go swimming at your house.” Or sometimes “Let’s go to Oasis.”  If you don’t know what Oasis is, it was a fantastic water park in the desert.  It’s now called Knott’s Soak City. Worst change ever. But that’s a whole blog on its own.

So if you took twenty extra minutes to “grab you swim suit and a towel” everyone knew what you were doing.  Also being teenagers the excitement of a new activity could wear off pretty quickly so you didn’t want to make your friends wait around.

I didn’t stop shaving my legs on a regular basis until I got to Seattle.  My first winter here was freezing. A couple days in a row I was late to class so I neglected shaving my legs during my shower those mornings to save time.  As the hair on my legs grew I found I was just a little bit warmer than usual and since I had no boyfriend to impress I let my leg hair grow. Now that I’ve acclimated to the Seattle weather I can’t say that I let my leg hair grow for warmth.  I blame the prenatal vitamins that I’m taking.  My hair and nails grow much more efficiently since I started taking them. Which is just another perk of pregnancy, scary long nails and ridiculous hairy legs.