So I got sick of sitting around waiting to be healthy so I could get out and play.
I wanted to have fun.
and I wanted to have fun.
So I did.
I decided to play and laugh (sleep a lot in between) and play some more.
I decided it was time to have a good time come rain or shine!
We made a summer bucket list....
Here is some of the fun I've had!
SO dirty... but so worth it!
PLENTY of Horseback riding
Bike Riding in downtown SLC
Boating with Montana's awesome family!!
Chilled out with some of my favorite people EVER
We have been missing Kayla Kay with all of her fabulous vacations, but she is here in spirit!
Crazy as this summer has been...
Corny as it seems... it's true that life doesn't have to be perfect in order to be wonderful.
It helps that I have an awesome support team behind me.
I saw this old pixar short "Boundin" recently and was embarrassed to find I got a little teary eyed.
I am sure we are all familiar with it, but here's the last part of the poem!
Then a-boundin up the slope
Came a great American jackalope.
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope,
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.
“Hey kid, why the mope?”
“I used to be something all covered with fluff,
And I’d dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff,
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough
And sheared me and dropped me back here in the buff.
And if that’s not enough, now my friends all laugh at me
Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.”
“Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink?
Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope.
Be it pink, purple, or heliotrope.
Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down,
When you find that you’re down well just look around:
You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete!
“Now as for the dancin’, you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a bound.
Bound, bound, and rebound.
Bound and you’re up right next to the sky,
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down…”
So every year, along about May,
They’d load him up and they’d haul him away,
And they’d shave him and dump him all naked and bare.
He learned to live with it, he didn’t care,
He’d just bound, bound, bound, and rebound.
Now in this world of ups and downs…
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.
I really am so grateful to have my own Jackalopes around!