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Due to a half dozen million bizarro events that my childhood was slathered with it is probably no surprise to anyone who spends more than one hour with me that I have a tendency to worry and fret. One might classify me as neurotic and kind of annoying but those who know and love me might classify me as REALLY organized, kind of bossy and overly nice to people who are not getting a fair shake. All this to say, I feel 100% safe around not too many people. I married one of them but this was after an interview process that lasted several years and had some of the same techniques as, say, The Spanish Inquisition---however! it seems as though I triumphed because Mister Cupcake is just about the most fearless, easy going, assuring person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and usually he is the guy who talks The Cupcake out of her tree should she shimmy up it for fear of this or that or you or him or them or those. Or sometimes he reminds The Cupcake that life is not meant to be lived in the bathtub which is sage, crucial advice at times.
Above, you will see a photo of me when I am interacting with a person who, although I would not marry (probably), I do feel incredibly safe with---EVEN THOUGH SHE IS A TOTAL STRANGER AND I HAVE NOT HAD SEVERAL YEARS TO PUT HER THROUGH MY RIGOROUS SCREENING PROCESS. There is no need to screen her or interview her. One look at her uniform and you know: PARK RANGER. And when you're talkin' Park Ranger, you're talkin' CARING, KNOWLEDGEABLE, LOVER OF NATURE, OPEN TO ANY AND ALL QUESTIONS, PATIENT, KIND AND OVERALL A LOVELY INDIVIDUAL.
Today I am sending out SlobberLove and appreciation to all those Park Rangers who make the world a better place and who, in ALL of my interactions with, have made this Cupcake feel a little more at ease.
As you were,
General of Hope
7 comments:
A park ranger? I'm intrigued.
Dear Cousin-Wife,
I dare say that I love that you are so "organized". That evrything is a potential land-mine, or a possible bear-attack. (as an aside, i will tell about my pt. that went inside the grizzely bear exhibit at the sf zoo, but i don't want you to have a heart attack) what I love about you is your kindness to mr. cupcake.. Also, I keep laughing about us watching that awful Emmy show, I am not sure you remember this, but a an ad came one for some medication and the side effects were so insane and scarey, and this guttural laugh came out of your belly, it may be have been a combination of your flu and disbelif about the insanity of a medication being more destructive than the illness! It was the best laugh ever.
Signed,
Your
Cousin
Dear Cousin-Wife,
I dare say that I love that you are so "organized". That evrything is a potential land-mine, or a possible bear-attack. (as an aside, i will tell about my pt. that went inside the grizzely bear exhibit at the sf zoo, but i don't want you to have a heart attack) what I love about you is your kindness to mr. cupcake.. Also, I keep laughing about us watching that awful Emmy show, I am not sure you remember this, but a an ad came one for some medication and the side effects were so insane and scarey, and this guttural laugh came out of your belly, it may be have been a combination of your flu and disbelif about the insanity of a medication being more destructive than the illness! It was the best laugh ever.
Signed,
Your
Cousin
I'm generally a trusting soul, but I, too, find park rangers to be some of the nicest and greatest people on this planet. Specifically, I'd like to single out the rangers who work the front gates at Yosemite and Yellowstone. Always incredibly helpful, cheerful, and just plain awesome.
Lovely post.
You did a great public service here! Hoo-hoo for you-- 'cause park rangers are da bomb!
Cousin: One of my best things about marrying Mister Cupcake is you. (Cooper told me to write that) and Steve: That photo of the Mae West Forest Ranger explaining something integral to me is at the Tioga Pass entrance to Yosemite.
So, did I miss a post? What's with the park ranger?
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