Hello, fabulouses, and welcome back to the blog!

Oh, there is just something about flamingos that brings joy to my soul! From the real ones at the zoo to the plastic ones in my yard, I love them ALL!

*pretending to insert picture of me at zoo when I was a kid because I cannot find any to scan in at the moment ;) *

When I was little, my family and I used to go to zoos all over the South because I was a super nerd *wink* My mom has videos somewhere of my walking around different zoos pretending to be the Crocodile Hunter–one of my childhood heros. Hm…I wonder what she did with those videos?? Keep in mind, this was before smartphones and Facebook–back when we used a camcorder + tapes *wink* I probably could have been a YouTube kiddo star had smartphones been around in the 90s, but thankfully, I grew up without my basic motor skills being handicapped by iPads and tablets. *wink* Anyway…I digress–back to flamingos!

This one time, when I was probably six or seven, I got to pet a flamingo at the zoo in Memphis (I think…maybe New Orleans?) And boy-oh-boy, I thought I was all that and a bag of chips for the rest of the day *wink* Goodness–I hope my mom has a picture of my petting that flamingo somewhere…I need to call her–I’ll be right back *wink*

Perhaps my obsession with flamingos this year has nothing to do with their pretty pink feathers and everything to do with nostalgia. With my sophomore year of college just a few weeks away, I cannot help but want to PLAY more and feel like a kid again *wink* Speaking of which…check out my article for the Johnson City Press about being a kid again in an adult world here.

Now, while I go harass my mother for old zoo pictures and pray that I am not wearing anything terribly embarrassing (though…it was the 90s, and I had a watermelon dress and a chicken dress *wink*), y’all go out and have a safe, fun weekend! See y’all on Monday *wink*