I realize Halloween was last week and that I SHOULD have posted this last Thursday as my "throwback Thursday picture". But alas, I was in Palm Springs by a pool and couldn't be bothered, so you're getting it now.
I was recently on one of my all time favorite procrastination-aiding sites - #whatshouldwecallme and could not help but burst out laughing when I saw this:
This is the most accurate depiction of my Halloween life I could ever imagine. It immediately brought me back to freshman year of college. New friends, no parents, no curfew - aka the perfect opportunity to sex up my Halloween costume and strut my stuff at a USC frat party.
This was right around the time when websites offering every costume you could imagine in a "sexy version" started popping up. My suitemates and I started perusing the sites and decided that we'd all go as sexy Alice in Wonderland characters. My roommate was going to be the Queen of Hearts, my suitemate would be the Mad Hatter, and I was going to be the Caterpillar - because why would I be Alice when I could be the Caterpillar? Perfect.
Freshman year I worked in the computer lab in the campus library. I spent my hours there watching all of the DVD's they had on file (Gone With the Wind, at least 15 times). Despite my really hard work, the job did not pay well so my cash flow was not at a level 10. It was not even at a level 5. When it came time to purchase our costumes, I was running low on funds.
"That's ok! I'm crafty", I told myself. "I can totally make a sexy caterpillar costume. Not even a problem."
I should also preface this story with the fact that I love the color green (there is a color called Kelly Green...so...this fact is a given) and for some reason at that juncture in my life, I felt that my love of green must be reflected to the public in every way possible. Décor, clothing attire, nail polish, you name it, it was green. So naturally, I had green sheets.
In my infinite crafty wisdom, I grabbed the top sheet off my bed and made the bottom of my costume by making fat rolls in the sheet and stuffing them with newspaper. For the top, I continued with the fat roll theme by donning my favorite green puffy vest. The "sexy" part came in when I wore a green and white polk-a-dot tank top under the puffy vest and unzipped the vest to just below my boobs, hoping some cleavage could be seen. Unfortunately, the puffy vest was puffy enough that unzipping it didn't exactly leave a very wide window for boob viewing opportunities, but whatever - I was SEXY. Right.
To top off the costume, I purchased 2 of those small birthday balloons on sticks from Vons. I sharpied those both neon green, put my hair in Princess Leia buns and stuck one balloon in each for my antennas. A little green eye shadow and VOILA. Sexy Caterpillar.
Unfortunately, the only proof of my sexiness that night is this image, and it doesn't show the full green Caterpillar goddess that I was.
I only hope you can use your imagination to picture two young college girls frolicking down the street in their short, sexified costumes and one girl slowly slugging behind them trying to pick up her bed sheet skirt enough to not trip and inevitably lose an antenna.
TGITHURSDAY PEOPLE!
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Tanzania - Part 2 - The Safari
If you haven't checked out Part 1 of the Tanzania Adventure, you can do so here.
The second part of the story picks up right where I left off in Part 1. As we emerged from the rain forest into the parking lot at the base of Kili, I saw our Safari guide, Justin, waiting for us. I have never been more excited to see a human in my entire life. I tackled him, and then I promptly climbed into the car and refused to move another muscle. Thank God safari's are basically just road trips with scenery that is 1,000x better than normal car ride scenery.
As we drove to Lake Manyara National Park, Justin gave us a history of the area. It turns out, he was actually a member of the most famous tribe, The Masai, so was able to give us some interesting insight into that way of life. Later in the trip, we would actually get to visit one of the Masai villages, but more on that later.
I have never, in my life, felt as gross, dirty or exhausted as I did on this day, but nothing could keep me from taking a picture with Geoffrey the Giraffe.
When we finally arrived at our lodge for the night, we were greeted with a cup of fruit juice and a hot towel. The towel was placed into my hand a pure white, and was handed back a pure grey/brown. It was clearly time to have my first shower in 7 days.
When Justin saw me the next morning he said, "Oh! Kelly! You look better today." Thanks for really driving home how bad the situation was yesterday, Justin, thanks.

We saw literally hundreds of elephants in this park. We'd find packs of them just hanging out with eachother and had the luxury of time to just sit and watch them interact. Justin would sometimes play chicken with an elephant walking down the road and a few times we actually had an elephant trumpet at us and charge. Another incident had us watching as a baby elephant got caught in some low tree branches. It trumpeted in panic and 6 full grown elephants charged towards it to help. It was awe inspiring and at the same time terrifying to see these giant animals run with such a purpose.
All day, we criss-crossed the park hoping to see something move through the tall grass that looked like a rhino. Finally, at the end of the day, Justin pointed out a tiny, tiny, tiny, black mass in the distance. Patrick and Justin claimed they could totally tell it was a rhino. I will take their word for it. TOTALLY COUNTS - I SAW A RHINO.
The final park we ventured to was Tarangire National Park. Here we saw several Ostrich here - and we definitely saw them mating. That process is legitimately the funniest thing I have ever seen and I wish we had gotten a video of it. The male Ostrich's neck get's incredibly pink when they want to mate, and they chase after the female to show them this very odd mating dance. Here's a video on youtube that's actually taken in Tanzania. Skip to about 1 minute to see the dance I'm talking about. Thank me later.

On our last day with Justin, he drove us to his house on our way out to the airport. We were able to meet his daughter, son, and wife in the house he was building for them. We ended up staying just a wee bit too long and were pretty late getting to the airport. Don't get me wrong, this vacation had been a crazy/epic adventure, but after 1 week of straight hiking and camping followed by 1 week of sitting in a car for 8 hours a day all with 2 boys, it was time to get home. I was not missing that flight.
As we cleared "security", I saw our plane out on the tarmac and I ran to the door only to find it locked. I pounded on it and slammed my ticket up to the window when a staff member looked at me oddly. I yelled "that's my plane!" The gentleman gave a little chuckle and mouthed back "we haven't boarded yet" as he pointed behind me. When I glanced over my shoulder, I noticed the 40 or so other passengers patiently waiting for boarding to be announced...
And of course...pictures on pictures on pictures:
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