Sunday, June 19, 2011

Proof There's Really Nothing Going On In My Head. And More Blood & Guts.

This also made the "Bodies Worlds" exciting. Groupon had a half off deal for it, so even though I had already been once I decided to buy tickets for us and her parents. Because she had said she would kind of like to go.

The first time I visited the exhibit, it was a slightly busier day, but I still spent almost two hours there and read every word of every card. Being with a family of people who aren't quite as fascinated with anatomy as me, the time was cut down to forty-five minutes. And Brealynn had to walk behind me most of the time to block the vast majority of it. I was slightly worried the entire duration of it that I was going to be leaving with vomit on my back. True story.

Afterwards though we explored the rest of the Science Center. One of the most entertaining things was a machine that would roll a ball dependent on how much brain activity you had. The more you had, the closer the ball came towards you. The object of the game was to get the ball to the other person's side. Turns out girls are horrible at this. I beat Brealynn in all of about five or ten seconds. Then I played her father. After five or ten minutes of a stalemate, we gave up. See that little monitor by our sides? That measures the brain activity. My spikes were my occasional laughs when I would look up. But at least I have scientific proof now that when I say I'm thinking about nothing, I really mean it.

I even got to build stuff.

All in all it was a pretty good day.


Bonnie said...

I can't wait to go see the "Bodies" exhibit! It will be here in Idaho Falls until September! I couldn't tell if you and Brea's dad had NO brain activity or were thinking at the same fast pace:0)

indeazgirl said...

Dude. That brain thing is so cool.
And I think it's somewhat hilarious that Brea has found a family who likes blood and guts so much.
We're going to tease her to death.
Until she actually throws up.
And dad does too.

RC said...

Y'all need to stop picking on Brea. If you make her puke I'm going to do some drop kickin'. And besides, where in the world did you get the idea that the blood and guts make me sick? Who was there when Brad tried to repave the street with his face? Who was there when he about cut his thumb off with a pocket knife trying to open a drywall mud bucket. Good old dad, and NEVER even got close to being sick.
I think I just got it.....sympathy puker. Sorry for the rant.