My Retirement Plan

Fainting Goats....what was that whole thing about natural selection I heard somewhere sometime?...oh yeah! 
That would be my entire life's education.   That and my common sense tell me these  tasty and small things should have been done-in centuries ago.
 Just watch.
                                                   

I suppose their hilarity alone has extracted the mercy of predators.
Ironic, isn't it, that spontaneous immobilization would preserve species?  Then again, who wouldn't want to keep these guys around?

 I now envision happily-ever-after curled up on a chair with my significant-other watching our oh-so-cute flock of fainting goats silhouetted in the sunset, not yet aware of the mob of  grankids running their way.

In the wise words of Marie Antoinette...

...Let them ME eat cake!!! :)

Freshman year at BYU is fun for many reasons, and believe me, we exploited most every one of them. The thing that pulls BYU apart from most other college first year experiences is not so much the dryness of the parties but the dryness of the humor. 

I'm talking about a constant barrage of freshman bride jokes.  It was so much that when I moved off campus, I signed my freshman roommates up for the bridal catalogs and fairs feeling that they were missing out on the real experience.

Before the Y half of my friends took off on their missions they threw us girls a wedding party. because, we "would all get married off" while they were gone and they wanted to celebrate with us. 

Our colors were grey and olive green. 

Now that I'm going into...holy guacamole...well, another year at college, the wedding bells have been chiming and my friends are starting to drop off like flies...

....And another one bites the dust.

Plan B

I haven't had the best luck with finding a major and/or general purpose in life.  My family is having epiphanies about what I should do all the time. On occasion my mom or dad will call me up with a, "You should go into forensic sciences..." "I've got it, pediatrics!", "Microbiology," "Surgeon!"...and so forth. All supported  by a loving yet inaccurate claim to my scientific prowess and a stomach of steel. (I am not referring to my rock solid abs.) My sister Stacey too came to such an epiphany during out summer visit to the Utah Renaissance Fair (I won't lie, it was all for the turkey legs. mmmm...)

It was while passing by a group of middle-aged sorcerers and gypsies that she turned to me with eyes glowing and declared, "Tricia, if you aren't married by thirty, you should join the Renaissance Fair!!!"  I thought about it and found I had no real argument other than bumping the number to 35.
So if the whole college, career, love and kids thing doesn't work out...
 I'm joining the nerd-fest heard of unfulfilled D&D die-hards head on. Who knows, maybe I'll find my Captain Sparrow there...

On a somewhat unrelated yet valid note, the following is a picture I discovered on a friend's facebook. It was posted over a year and a half ago. It leaves me with so many questions... 

Here we see Jack workin' that Plan B.