I can probably die now.

So my chief dream has been fulfilled. I went to Bear World.

It was the best thing. Seriously. I love bears. I think AJ was a little frightened with how much I love bears. Which is understandable. Or at least it would be if you had been there with me.

Imagine me jumping up and down in my seat, pointing, and screaming "Bear! It's a bear! I love him!" (Um, duh, not surprising, this is Bear World) every time we saw a bear.

Which was a lot. Again, not surprising considering the place is called "Bear World."

Anyway. Bears are hilarious. Especially bears that sit like people.




Also, bear jokes never get old. For example: I can bear-ly see that bear. That bear cub is bear-y cute. And so on.

(Baby Seal becomes Baby Bear, the hilarity never ends.)

On that note it was bear-y hot. Sweltering really. No air conditioning and the windows were supposed to stay up. "Supposed to" being the key phrase. Every time the park rangers were out of sight AJ would frantically say "Crack your window, crack your window!" Still hot. The bears were totally worth it though.

Oh, and I fawned over a fawn. And AJ is afraid of chickens...bahaha.

It was so great. I almost couldn't bear to leave.

Sleep tight little man-cub, rest in peace.

This week I had a momentary moment of madness.

I imagined that I would like to have a pet snake.

I would wear him around my neck like a scarf. I would snuggle him at night. He would fetch things for me. He would interpretive dance with me. He would be incredibly clever. I would call him King Vipera.

We would be two peas in a pod. Sharing an uncommon animal-person bond. We would have the best fun, King Vipera and I.

I had all of these imaginations while watching "The Princess and the Frog". Mama Odie and her darling serpent seemed to be having an absolutely smashing time.

Then it occurred to me that my forays with a snake might turn out somewhat differently, perhaps snakes in real life are not as hilarious as snakes in Disney movies. Also I remembered that I am somewhat frightened of snakes. And we all remember how close Mowgli came to resting in peace while resting amongst Kaa's coils.

Speaking of Mowgli, I drew a stunning likeness of him a couple weeks ago.

Everyone pretended that they had no idea that it was him, but I knew that they knew and that they were just pretending that they didn't know because they were painfully jealous of my artful skills.

Anyway. I decided that I should probably just get a cat.

What she's doing now

My boots came. Early. Excitement abounds. This prima donna is ready for another rodeo.

She don't care what her momma says, no, she's gonna have my baby.

Sometimes I get rather bored and do things like take pictures of myself pretending to be pregnant. Well, technically I didn't take these. Meagan did. So this is probably only humorous to us. And just weird to everyone else.


Rest assured, I am not pregnant. Nor do I ever plan to be.

Oddly, I have been having dreams about babies. Not me having babies, but finding babies and then having to take care of them. Babies and llamas. I am still searching for the meaning.

Cowgirl king of the rodeo.

In August I went to a rodeo. I went to a rodeo and fell in love. And I wanted boots something awful. Cowgirl boots.

For my birthday my parents got me boots. Well actually they told me that I could look for the perfect boot and when I found it they would buy it.

I have found it.

Black, simple, not too tall, not too short.

Perfect. Let the good times roll, let the good times roll.

Bedazzled with rhinestones!

So I went to Lagoon last week with Amy, Judson, Matty, Traci, and Robbie. Thank you Amy! I think we had a lovely day for the most part. It was quite hot, but still enjoyable.

Apparently Traci's favorite "ride" is the ski lift. I mean, is that even a ride?

Oh, and I got to feel Matty's lump again. We discussed the possiblity of a scar. I'm a bit jealous, actually.

Judson was very serious about the whole ride riding thing. And Amy was just a barrel of monkeys. Delightful.

Traci had some difficulties. Suing was threatened.

Traci loves to climb. She and Gideon should be besties.

We also went shopping at the gateway mall. And by "shopping" and "we" I mean that Traci went shopping while Robbie and I sat on various couches and chairs.

Also, I had a bizarre dream. Not this is unusual or anything, I am always have strange dreams. In my dream I had forgotten something in Utah so Robbie drove me back to pick it up. Somehow we ended up staying at Amy's house for family home evening. We decorated cats. Live ones. With rhinestones. The rhinestones were supposed to depict the mood of the cat. Whatever that means. Anyway, my cat was particularly vicious. He kept clawing at me and trying to bite me every time I stuck him with a rhinestone. I just couldn't understand why. It was all sorts of upsetting. Then Robbie drove me home and Matty came along for the ride. As we crossed the state line into Idaho Matty said "I miss Utah". This was even more upsetting than the cat. So I told him that Idaho was the best and that he should be more loyal to the land of his birth (which is ironic considering that I was born in Utah), which is when he told me that he hated Idaho and everything in it and that he couldn't wait to leave. Naturally I cried. And Robbie patted my back and told Matty to shut up. I really don't love Idaho that much. Not enough to cry and have to be consoled by Robb. Not that he would have actually comforted me in real life, he doesn't give sympathy, only pity.