Let's go to the zoo!

Today Kayleen and I went to the zoo with some friends. Thinking about it now, it has been over ten years since I've been to the zoo. In face, here is a picture from me last visit.
This was actually from the zoo in Washington D.C. If you look in the background you might see flying fruit because they were feeding the Brown Bear at the time. I had Pat take this picture of me because I had started using the nickname "michaelbear" and thought it would be cool to have a picture of me, Mike, with a bear.

Well, today's visit to the zoo didn't have any bears, but we did see some reindeer, otters, gibbons, elephants, sea lions (ugly sea cows), puffins (cute sea under-water birds), a tiger and a bunch of parakeets, which apparently are really budgies. The budgies were a lot of fun because they let anyone feed them (for a dollar). But it's pretty much the only thing they let you get right up to and touch, aside from the camel rides which were got to too late. (I'm not blaming anyone, just lamenting the fact that I couldn't ride around on a camel.) Kayleen was pretty nervous feeding them, it was pretty funny to watch, so much so that I thought others would enjoy seeing it too.

Here are some pictures from our day.

I can already tell that Louisa is a big flirt and that I'm going to have trouble with her and telling her no. I'll have to post the picture later, but now when she sees a camera she already knows to smile.

Here I am trying to feed a parakeet.

It was great how they let people feed them.

And here is Andrea holding Louisa for the first time.

Ratted out!

Well I've been ratted out boys. I actually didn't tell my wife that I've started a blog and she found it! Well it was my own dumb mistake. I made a comment on her blog and I accidentally signed it with my blog name. I've been trying to convince her that this is some other guys blog that just has a lot of similarities between our life's, but it hasn't been working. Oh well.



Back to the real reason I wanted to write in my blog today. I didn't want to go on forever and write a freakin ( sorry about my language) novel in my last post so I thought I would stretch it out over a few entries instead. So anyways, you people out in blog land may be wondering why I chose the name "picky bear" for my blog name. Well when I was a wee lad around the age of early teenish, I was in D.C. with some of my family. My older brother was graduating and he took us to an Asian restaurant. It was one of those places where they make the food right in front of you but I don't think it was a Beni Hannas (Not sure on spelling, but too lazy to check it.). Well if you know me, the first thing you would probably say to describe me would be "Picky eater." Yeah yeah yeah... I know. Ok, I feel the shame of it. And yes, I know that by revealing this to you that my readership will take a hard hit by I think you all deserve the truth. Anyway, back to the story. When I looked at the menu I didn't see anything that I wanted to try, so I just asked for some steamed rice. The waited thought this was very strange and kept trying to get me to order something but I had to tell him that I was kind of picky. Well after out meal we talked to our waiter a bit more and found out that he had just moved to the US recently from South Korea. ( The good Korea) Since he didn't know many people in the area he asked for our emails so he had people to write to. I gave him mine and is was "michaelbear..." He thought this was a very funny name and later he actually did write us some emails and in his email he didn't call me "michaelbear" but "Picky bear." I guess I'm being a bit of a masochist for using this name but it's still a funny story so there you go.

Next time I hope to post some pictures but I can't think of any to post here. Sorry. (Also, I don't like the little emodicons so don't expect me to do any! EVER!!! Well, maybe not ever, but I'm not doing a little sad face here.)