And it looks like I'm not allergic to Utah neither. I woke up this morning feeling mighty fine, so I went ahead and rolled out of bed at my usual 5:30 a.m., and went through my whole boot camp routine. I think I'm getting into a flow, because I'm beginning to understand the Energizer Bunny a lot better.
And it's EXCITING! (Although, for the record, Fuji outlasts Energizer by 1 hr and 45 minutes. I have my son's science project to prove it.)
I am overwhelmed with things to tell you. It's almost frightening. I am trying to widen my arms to receive all the incoming information, but it feels like holding water in a net. Luckily I'm writing it all down in my Dummy Boot Camp notebook so I can give a full report.
More good news! I found my first bear today! It was in Park City. I was on a date with my hub at the time, having a loverly time of it eating generic brand fruit snacks and Ande's mints and Twizzler red vines and Chips Ahoy cookies when I ran into my first bear. In broad daylight.
Look at me, I'm like "Here he is!" And my hub was like, "Here he is? That's it? You caught your first bear red-handed, and you're just sitting there with his arm around you like he's you're best friend? Let's get PHYSICAL, babe! Show him who's boss!"
"That's more like it," he said, but not before I had an aha moment. Sometimes we snuggle up to our bears instead of slaying them.
There's a moral here. There's a definite moral here. Never trust a friendly bear. Unless his name is Yogi. Even the friendliest bear will claw your eyes out in a pinch.
You get me?
And never trust a friendly moose neither.
But fer reals, have you ever heard of "sleeping with the enemy?" Your bear might be your hub. Or at least you might think it is your hub. I would never think it was my hub, but you might. And then upon closer examination, you might realize that it's not your hub at all, it's actually . . YOU, disguised as your hub!
What if YOU are are the one guarding the secret passage leading to the other side of your wall? Only you're dressed up as your hub.
I'm sorry for you, if that's the case. I personally could never do that to myself.
Anyways . . .
You guys wanna see Park City?
First, if you ever go to Park City go to the Stanfield Fine Art Gallery on Main Street. BEST ART GALLERY EVER! I would marry half of those paintings if they asked me.
Or maybe this one:
Just joshin' peeps! But I would seriously live inside that first painting.
Okay, now are you ready for some Park City flavah?
Okay, Park City! Flavah! Coming right up:
P.S. Iwa says I need an anthem for my Dummy Boot Camp. Thanks to Disney, I've got two:
My daughter keeps playing this song (below) over and over so if it's my daughter's anthem, it's my anthem.