And I didn't even turn into a fish

Upon one fateful Wednesday, my dear friend Dahlya and I ended up at a duck pond with leftover-lunch.  It was a super time feeding the ducks.  So super, in fact, that we decided to make it a weekly event.  Thus was the birth (berth?) of Waddle Waddle Wednesday.  With fish-based kitten food in hand, a group of us pals trekked weekly to Freestone park , sure that  the added zen would increase our test scores and sanity.  It was a good time. 

That is the past, unfortunately.  But a good past, indeed. 

 

Three months later, here up at college, Megan and I were sitting in our living area/kitchen greeting Saturday with breakfast indecision.  Megan got a knife ready to spread some Nutella on a piece of bread and then stopped.  She then said, “Put on some shoes and let’s go.”

I thought we were going to the Coinstar, so naturally I was totally psyched out of my mind for the amount of fun I was about to have.  

Because I didn’t even know we were close to a duck pond and because I guess I just thought it was normal for someone to bring a half-loaf of bread to a Coinstar, I was pleasantly surprised when we pulled up to a pond to do some good much-missed Waddling.

Canyon-y

It was beautiful.   Very different from the careful urban sculpting of the park I’d go to back home, this was right in the canyon and surrounded by highway sunflowers.  The ducks and geese, like most things in Utah, were a lot nicer and slower than I’m used to.   And I think it was my first time Waddling with Megan.  And Megan’s obviously a jillion times awesomer than any other person I’ve waddled with.  All these things considered, it was double the zen of usual Waddling.

Though, I’m sure Waddling is good wherever you go.  Except maybe like a prison.

Later on, we went to the campus pool for some roommate bonding. 

I'M BRAVE

Later later on, we went to Bear Lake!

            Which was SO cold

            And 50% located in Idaho

            And full of pretty rocks

            And graced with delicious raspberry               shakes

            And a whole lot of fun.

Thus concludes the weekend that I didn’t even turn into a fish.

In fact, I didn’t even turn into a fish this weekend either.  I didn’t even come close.

But I did go to my very first football game of the season!

And we won! Which was surprising because it was the last thing I was expecting (no offense, Aggies).

And I marched my first show! Which was pretty super fun and full of little baby rain sprinkles.

And I can do Running Man while playing my bass drum! Which feels like a real accomplishment.

And I went and sang songs to the elderly at Sunshine Terrace!  Which made my heart feel all good.  

And that's all I have to say.