Lions and Tigers and Bears (oh my!)

OK, actually giraffes. But same diff, right?

Jonathan gave me the idea of writing a blog about giraffes, since I did one about elephants. And since I realized I conveniently also had pictures of a baby giraffe, I decided to share the wealth (aka cuteness).


Dang it. Now I'm in the mood for it to be summer. If it were it would be all bright and sunny, like it is in these pictures. Instead it's snowy and cold. But actually I like the snow. Maybe I'll go sledding. Yeah.

Drastic Measures

Yes, fellow bloggees, this is my 3rd post in 3 days. Ridiculous, I know. That never happens. Drastic times force me to take drastic measures. So basically, I'm bored right now. Ridiculously bored. Now please hold while I try to think of something clever to write about. If you want, I'll even play elevator music while you wait. That's a lie. I won't actually play elevator music. Haha! I've thought of something!

Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific
Fain would I fathom thy nature specific
Perched up above in the aether so spacious
Strongly resembling a gem carbonacious

Yeah, that's Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. New favorite poem? Heck yes!

Bah Humbug

"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel,
Mr. Grinch.

"You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

"You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul,
Mr. Grinch.

"I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty nine and a half foot pole.

"You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
of a seasick crocodile,
Mr. Grinch.

"Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile.

"You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch.

"The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
"STINK, STANK, STUNK!"

"You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
with moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

"Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
mangled up in tangled up knots.

"You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseous super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
and you drive a crooked horse,
Mr. Grinch.

"You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
with arsenic sauce!"


This song is fantastic. So in the true Christmas spirit of sharing and spreading happiness and such, I went to all the trouble to post the lyrics on my blog for you. You're welcome. And Merry Christmas! Er, I mean, bah humbug.

Elephants

I'm really bored right now. So even though I can't think of anything clever to blog about, I'm going to write a blog anyways, because I need something to alleviate the crushing boredom. If only I had a pet baby elephant, I would never be bored. Have you ever seen those things? They are so ridiculously cute! See those pictures? See how little and fuzzy and just overall adorable it is? I want one. Note to self: ask future husband for a baby elephant.

Speaking of elephants, I'm super excited for our annual Christmas Eve party at my grandparent's house! What does this have to do with elephants, you may ask? Well, I may answer, we have a white elephant every year at this party. And we eat delicious clam chowder and ten million Christmas cookies and the like. It's fantastic.

Speaking of fantastic, I'm super excited for Christmas! Because it is incredibly fantastic. And I've already spoken about it, so I'm not gonna say much more on the subject. And now, just to bring this blog full circle, you know what else is incredibly fantastic besides Christmas? Baby elephants!

Exciting Adventures

So on Friday I was at Payless buying shoes for Jr Prom (which was super duper amazingly fantastic by the way!) Anyways, I was at Payless with my mother dearest and little sister dearest. As I was browsing, finding amazing magicalness like yellow shoes that only cost 7 dollars, and also brown shoes to match my dress that cost quite a bit more than $7, this weird lady comes up to my mom and asks in her weird voice, "Are these you're daughters? They're beeaaauuutiful! Have they ever considered modeling? The reason I ask is, I have an agency! Just give me your number and we'll call you tomorrow!" Then my mom said that if we were interested we'd call her. Needless to say, we didn't call her. My madre doesn't think modeling is a real job, and she doesn't want us to have to wear immodest clothes for it. And I have no time for it. Haha, it's funny though, because I used to joke about how I could be a model if I wanted, because I'm tall enough, and my mom said, "No! You'd have to wear immodest clothes!" and I said I could be a parka model. I'd wear big fluffy coats that are possibly the most unflattering things ever and reveal absolutely nothing. So I had the chance to have my dream fulfilled. By a weirdo. I heard her a little bit later from across the store accosting some other poor person, with pretty much the same spiel as she gave us. And she smelled faintly like cigarette smoke. And she seemed like she was kind of crazy.

Anyways, as long as I'm kinda ish on the subject, Jr's was amazing! For our day date we went sledding, and that was pretty much the funnest activity EVER! I haven't been sledding in forever, so it was awesome to go again! Haha, I even improved by the end, and didn't wipe out nearly as often :). Each time I fell out of my sled my jeans left blue streaks on the snow. It was pretty much awesome. After sledding and swinging on the swings at the park and drinking hot chocolate, it was time to go home and get ready. My mom offered to do my hair, and decided she would curl it and put it up, but as she was curling it she kept saying that she had no idea what to do next, and just didn't know what she was doing. Much as this was just instilling confidence in me, I was beginning to get a bit nervous. Then I remembered that during the summer one of my young women's leaders had told me if I ever needed someone to do my hair for a dance, she would be happy to. I called her up and asked if it was too late notice for her, and she said it wasn't, so we drove over to her house, I ran in and saw her son and his date, then she did my hair. She made it look gorgeous, and only took about 15 minutes. My hero. Anyways, then my date came and picked me up, we went to somebody's house for dinner (we had lasagna. 'twas delicious), and then we went to the dance. I realized as we were leaving that I had forgotten my ticket, so we had to drive quickly over to my house (which was luckily only about 5 minutes away) so I could sprint in and get it. Then we went to the dance. It was a lot of fun. I don't really know what to say about it. Afterward we went to the house of one of the guys in our group and watched The Princess Bride. Or at least part of it, but then I had to be home, so we weren't able to finish it. So yeah. Those were my exciting adventures of buying shoes and going to Jr Prom.