My Mom.

(The title of this post is my mom because, when I asked Katie what the title should be, she responded with "Your mom." So, there you have it.)

Moving beyond her fierce tendencies, Katie and I recently visited the Japanese Gardens, which is by the Washington State Arboretum, which I know about. When we arrived (thanks to our trusty bikes), they wouldn't even let us in. 

After a few minutes of furious knocking, they eventually acquiesced and let us frolic inside. I played cameraman through the entryway for your viewing pleasure.

The midday sun was high in the sky and, naturally, I did what any meerkat would do to escape the heat of the desert - I sought comfort with a refreshing swim.

Unfortunately, Katie said no and I was stuck posing for pictures instead. 

We saw some very beautiful flowers.

Some of them even smelled funny to our acute meerkat noses.

(Now that's a cute meerkat nose). But the most exciting aspect of the garden, and what tickled our meerkat instincts the most, was the abundance of animal friends we made throughout the day.

Some of them even had trouble swimming in the same pond together without colliding.

Oh No! Watch out!

In the end, we're all friends as long as we

Wait... What's Wrong With my Blog?

Contrary to what many of my viewers must think, this is not my first attempt at a blog. It is, remarkably, closer to my eleventh attempt to spill my guts on this blogosphere we call Earth. 

You see, this blog was created with controversy saturating every letter of its page like a week-old bunt cake long forgotten atop the refrigerator. It 

was birthed in the darkest alleyway of Sin City itself. Or so it would seem when I received the following message.

My initial reaction combusted into  

Me? Under investigation for possible violations? What could I have possibly done wrong? So I did some research that led me to actually read, for the first time in my life, a Terms of Service list. (For those potential law-breaking bloggers out there who haven't taken the time to read this crucial list of no-nos, I will reproduce the entertaining part here)

At first, I thought it might be a violation of hateful content since I used the word "slave", as in, "Boyfriend-Slave". By this point, I was past being slightly upset and entering the arena of royally pissed off. That's not actually true, but my blog had been locked for nearly three weeks and I was beginning to lose hope it all aspects of my nearly tangible blogging future. I mean, come on, I'm not doing anybody any harm. I just want to catalogue some of my travels and make some jokes along the way. Who do they think they are trying to stop me from doing that. Seriously, who the hell do they think that are? It would be like if I went to their house and told them they couldn't take a shower because it violates a pornographic rule. 

Then I was hit with another notice, which explained that I was red-flagged as a spam blog.

Nonsensical text? Alright, I'll give em that one.