Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler, Welcome to Jurassic Park. (cue the tears)

The movie saga that I mentioned in my last post has come out with a poster for the newest film. Jurassic World. This is the saga that made me want to act because of those blessed dinosaurs. Normal people have nightmares about dinosaurs, if they dream about them at all. I had dreams where I had pet raptors. They were so precious. (this is where I mention that I wasn't the most normal girl, I hated dolls and barbies and I had a complete obsession with dinosaurs). That poster right there had me tearing up from excitement. It's old school and beautiful and I cannot wait to be able to see it.

I'm also going to talk about my recent experience with Jurassic Park although it's going to take some traveling back to the past. When I was four, I'd obviously already seen Jurassic Park even though my darling mother has told me for years that the first time I saw it was when I was almost six. Obviously that's not the truth because I had already started my dinosaur collection by that time and wanted to be an archaeologist, AND the ride encounter had already happened. But I'm going to let her think what she wants. Anyway, when I was four, I took my second trip to Disneyland and included was Universal Studios for my daddy. This was also the trip that scarred me for life with elevators, but that's not the point. The first year I'd gone (with my mother, her parents and my youngest aunt) I was under four foot. The height thing was 4'2". It upset me but I was able to be distracted enough that I wasn't super upset. But I remembered. So the next year, when I was a very proud 4'3", I was very excited to be able to ride this time. To the horror of my little self, they'd bumped up the height to 4'8". I cried hysterically, inconsolably even. And I wasn't able to return. So I've harbored that desire and pain for 14 years. And finally, finally, I was able to go. It was with some of the performing arts (band, orchestra, and choir) at my school and I couldn't have chosen better people to go with. One of my best friends and her boyfriend was among the number and they were the ones with whom I finally got to ride that ride. And I cried. Big, fat, rolling tears streamed silently down my face. Both Carolyn and Christian got to see a side of me that trip that very, very few people have ever seen before. I was so happy that I just cried. Until of course I saw the raptor pen that had the wires ripped apart. Then sheer excitement hit. And the rest is history.

Oh, and here are a few of my Jurassic Park themed pictures and one of the Universal City sign because that was the beginning of this emotional rollercoaster of an adventure.

This picture right here (pardon how terrible I looked, it was an emotional day and I'd hurt my back on one of the other rides, shhhhhhh) was me wanting to flip off that stupid sign that had prevented me years before but instead was pointing in victory. I had triumphed and it had only taken me 14 years to do so. So phooey on it!