Rock Climbing, Skydiving, and Race Car driving....(ish)

Now that all my siblings have moved away from home, my parents will pay for anything for us to be entertained while we visit. We use to see all the movies in theaters but I have convinced them that we should DO something. Of course, I've done this by boycotting all the movies they want to see...

This break I noticed something a little different about our choices in activities.... THEY WERE ALL FAKE!

Here we are rock climbing on fake rock walls:

 Me lowering Noah at the pace I enjoy (slow)

 Here I am climbing at a camera angle the make the wall look huge

 Old man climbing

 Noah climbing

Thanks for the great angle on this picture mom.
Noah says that he makes fun of girls that wear yoga pants climbing because it is unnecessary.  I say I have a great butt and I will take any opportunity small or large to show it off.

A couple days later we went fake skydiving:

 They said to put the goggle on so tight it would leave a mark so I did. My eye lashes kept hitting the goggles every time I blinked, which was a very uncomfortable feeling

 Here I am trying to get dad and Noah to stimulate me flying

 Here we are in the chamber ready to fly.

Here is my dad flying

Here I am flying. I knew that they would be taking a pictures so I tried to pose a lot but this is all they got. I feel like America's Next Top model when I say "this was not the best picture, I took way better pictures than this Tyra!"

Noah wins for the best picture. He also got the most slobber on his face.

We got certificates when we were done. The instructor totally had a crush on me! I was the only one that he barrel rolled. I was hands down the cutest in the clas. When he talked about trying not to be too flexible he looked right at me. Little does he know I can't touch me toes.

People often mock this fake skydiving. But to that I say "screw you." I understand it is a little sissy to just have a fan push you up but I'm fine with that because I rather not fall out of a plane. I hate the feeling of falling. Go run/ walk your 5k and talk to me later.

Then to top it off we went fake race car diving:

 Here we are signing our lives away.

 Noah and I making sure the helmets work.

 Noah and Pops ready to go

 Me ready to go

 A picture of people racing... I'm not sure who

 The results. Old man got second. (first loser) He was upset he didn't win. He bragged for a little until my mom came back with some comment about how it was no surprised considering how he drives on the road.

I lost horribly. I blame it on the fact that I got sick. I was driving and I got car sick. Sad, I know. But the cars were bumping and the turns were tight. My hand also got really cold because this wasn't as much of an indoor activity as I was hoping. Noah also got sick from the fumes. So we both felt pretty crappy on the way  home.

And you are asking what my mom did this whole time... well she cheer us on.

 Here she is cheer us on while we rock climbed.

And here she is skydiving (and I didn't get a picture at the race car rink)