Closing in on my last boxes from the move. Hey, four months, that isn’t too bad is it??? Have had loads of help from family and friends and my handyman. I am seeing the light at the end of this tunnel!
One of the projects today, and unpacked from the last two boxes, are my scrapbooks. I’ve kept adding to them since the mid 80’s – full of my adventures through non-profit work, fundraising and the family highlights.
Going back through a few of them, I ran across one of my favorite pages – something I’d found quite a while ago, not sure where but . . . I love it and had added it to my keepsakes. No idea where it originated, and there’s no author listed on the page so apologies for not giving full credit. Here goes:
GONNA BE A BEAR
In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you’re a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you’re a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear!
suddenlysinglewomen 
You are hilarious! No wonder I liked you at first sight at Char’s ranch about a hundred years back. It was for that calendar photo shoot with your two beautiful and highly cooperative GS puppies. Lynell
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