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One of my many irrational fears is having my arms tore off by a bear… But, my heart broke when I read this headline and then the article.

Momma bear retrieves dead cub hit by car

I know, totally killed the mood.  My heart ached.

Here is a cute picture of an alive bear (sorry – I suck and I can’t get the picture bigger, I’m still learning people) that my brother sent me:


 Poor bear, though, was used as a political pawn as his picture was the feature in an e-mail that my extremely conservative brother delightfully forwarded to my extremely liberal sister.  The picture was accompanied by this caption:

              Animals that were formerly self-sufficient are now showing signs of belonging to the Democratic Party… as they have apparently learned to just sit and wait for the government to step in and provide for their care and sustenance. This photo is of a Democrat black bear in Montana nicknamed ‘Bearack Obama‘!

And then I’m sure my brother laughed and my sister got very mad and I am staying out of it because I get to cast a secret ballot as per my right as a citizen. 

To distract you from the impending political argument, here is a picture of me getting ‘A Little Nukey.’

Picture taken by Betsy.


TallBoy: We’ll have to invest in some better sleeping bags if we want to camp in the mountains while we’re there.

Me: You know what would be better than those -20 degree bags?

TallBoy: -40 degree bags.

Me: No, body heat! Sleeping bags made out of human fat.  That would be so cozy.

TallBoy: And smelly…and flammable and disgusting and I’m sure illegal on a lot of different levels…

Me: I should go online and get a patent right now! We could buy liquid human fat from plastic surgery places after they do liposuction on people and then inject into some sort of casing material.  It would totally work. I would be like the dude that invented Velcro!

TallBoy: mmm

Me: Remember on Empire Strikes Back when Han Solo cuts open the camel-kangarooish animal and puts Luke in it so he doesn’t freeze to death?

TallBoy: No.

Me: Sleeping in fat totally saved him.

TallBoy: Mmmm

Me: Dream killer.

My Freaky Frank that I built at

My Freaky Frank that I built at

The scene: Longest Friday Afternoon Ever Before A Three Day Weekend and it is Freaking Snowing on October 10th and I’m Hungry:
And then i found the Freaky Franks toy at and I built me some virtual Freaky Franks.  With toothpaste and buffalo wings!
And then the tartar control topping started to look really good because I was still really hungry. 
And it was still snowing.
On freaking October 10th.
And it was still the longest Friday afternoon before a three day weekend ever.
But the Freaky Franks toy was fun!  It just wasn’t quite able to transport me to a Saturday in July at the water park with a picnic spread including pizza and Guinness. 
And the search for the ultimate time transport device disguised as a hot dog continues…