Peace, Love, Moose

Ahh... It's wonderful to be back! I've been a little busy lately (imagine that) and have not been able to BLOG as frequently as I planned to. But, no excuses....I'm here, happy, healthy, alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic...........shall I go on.......

Ready for the daily quote??
Here it is:
"We never really grow up, we just learn how to act in public." -anonymous
Oh, how inspiring!!! That brings us to the Tip of the Day....

Tip #2: NEVER MOOSE IN PUBLIC... (Well, in Vegas especially)
So you're thinking...... "what does she mean by 'moose'?!" Well, for you confused souls, allow me to explain. The term "moose" comes from the Teens Westward Bound dictionary. Moose is a game we played on TWB (the most amazing experience of my life....meeting best friends, and exploring the great United States. I am OBSESSED with the trip... but we'll save that for another day.). Basically someone puts their hands on their head as if they were antlers....if someone makes eye contact with the person, they have to get on all fours and yell MOOSE!!! So... you see where I'm going...this can get a little crazy. ;) Continuing on......
On day 7 of the TWB experience, we stopped at a Wal Mart in Las Vegas to grab a few things for the following day. Because the game Moose was played very frequently on the trip, it was only necessary to continue. Las Vegas is CRAZAAAAYY anyway, so when the manager of Wal Mart found some teenagers "Moosing" in the jewelry section of the store, he had a fit and tattle taled on us. What a punk! When we all met back at the busses to board for our night time excursion to Vegas, we got lectured at because the Wal Mart manager thought we were some cray cray kids on drugs. What the world?!?! Does he not understand that Vegas has some wayyyy sketch people?? Especially in HIS Wal Mart.. Ohh gaawwwwhh. So of course, we get "talked to" by our very own counselor VICKSTER (LOVE HER!). The manager of Wal Mart in Vegas was probably on something himself; he scared us all half to death with his one front tooth. Hillbillies in Vegas?? Hmmm. He also had some red hair that looked like he stuck his finger in an electric outlet. Clearly he had not seen a brush before. But after our anger resided, we forgave the insane Wal Mart manager and went on with our night. But for the rest of the trip, we were forbidden to play Moose. It was a tragedy in and of itself. So, we conclude with the moral of the story: never Moose in Vegas. People may think you're on drugs. ;)

I hope you take this tip on how to survive life (this beautiful mess) and apply it to your everyday life. Kiss kiss, and until next time,

Your Drama Mama