Labor Day weekend food aside, was a lot of fun. We rode four wheelers at my Uncle's farm and went to Stockton Lake. We had a really good time.
Then when we got home I heard the news that Steve Irwin died. It made me pretty sad, I wasn't crying or anything. But randomly through out the week I'd just say, "I can't believe the Crocodile Hunter died. "
It's weird because I know he just had a TV show and that it is sad because his wife and children lost him so tragically, but where is this sadness coming from inside of me???
So I thought about it some more and I realized something.. . . .FLASHBACK .....
Does anyone remember when we had the little preschool in Provo where we would go to everyone's apartment and do a little lesson and let the kids play? Does anyone remember when S was in her Animal Planet kick and she'd set all of the stuffed animals up and explain what they were and what they ate, etc? Well I just realized that I have fond memories of my kids learning from the Crocodile Hunter, so that's part of the reason why I was so bummed, it was like an old teacher of their's dying.
Why am I writing about all of this you may wonder, well Derek was either sick of me randoming saying "I can't believe the Croc Hunter died." Or he was just being sensitive to my feelings so he emailed me this link check it out http://hunterjedispirit.ytmnd.com/
Did you check it out?? Hope it isn't disrespectful but I really enjoyed it. Hope you all too, especially if you got a little down over your favorite Aussie.
