I hate riding rollercoasters.

That is part of the reason I am not on vacation at Universal Studios/Busch Gardens with the rest of my family.

I hate emotional rollercoasters.

Miss Teen totally nailed her featured role in the voice recital. She did not nail her math exam and continued to "forget" to make up work missed in other classes. Her report card, while acceptable and good, is not the Great that it could so easily have been and I.am.pissed. And I am pissed at myself for being pissed at her. The rollercoaster of raising this creative, intelligent, lovely, free spirit is making me cry. What was She thinking when She gave me, the obsessive compulsive overachiever, a Free Spirit child?

I hate financial rollercoasters.

Let's just say that trying to stick to a budget in the post-Katrina economic world is a challenge. And lets not talk about the price of gasoline.

I hate spiritual rollercoasters.

My absolute favorite Priest ever celebrated her last Sunday at our church yesterday. She is going to be the Canon to the Ordinary in the diocese of Tennnessee and that is wonderful for her. But I will miss her completely peaceful presence. On the other hand, I come from a generation of women in which I was not allowed to be an acolyte just because I am female. Go Mother Pam!