Angry Bear Syndrome

Tournemnt of Kings

As you know, I tend to avoid the Strip like the plague. I make an exception this past week for my nephew’s graduation dinner. Hard to believe he’ll be 18 soon, much less that he just finished high school.

To celebrate we went to the Tournament of Kings show. It was awesome! Who doesn’t love dinner and a show with King Arthur, knights, wenches, jousting, epic sword fights and evil wizards?



THIS was dinner.


Which you eat with your hands. Because they didn’t have silverware in the middle ages. …. and never you mind about the plastic beer mugs and wet wipes.

This whole notion of eating with one’s hands did not sit well with my niece.

“What do you mean there’s no silverware?!?”

Me: “It’s finger food, eat with your hands.”

“I don’t understand. He’s a KING, he’s loaded. He can afford silverware!”

Me: “I’m pretty sure he has more important things to think about than silverware. Like the wench in his lap.”




Angry Bear Vacation


Last month, Bear and I took a much needed vacation. We spent four glorious days at the beach in San Diego.

Yay for vacations!

There was a dog friendly beach a few blocks from the condo we were staying at, so we hung out there most of the time. I covered my self from head to toe and took an umbrella (just in case). The sun isn’t as harsh there as it is in the Las Vegas desert, but I didn’t want to take any chances of making my self sick.


Bear discovered how much fun running through the waves can be.


He also made some new friends.


…I ate a lot of Chick-fil-a. I mean a LOT.


Being the anxiety ridden person that I am, I have lots of phobias. Some more intense than others. And sometimes my friends like to poke fun at my phobias. I can’t really blame them. I’d do the same thing if I was in their shoes.

Then again, I’m an asshole like that.

Here are my top 5 Phobias:

  1. Spiders
  2. Any place that makes me feel Claustrophobic (Crowds, elevators, tunnels, planes)
  3. Heights (anything higher than a step ladder and I can’t get back down.)
  4. Facial Blood (If I get a nose bleed, it’s fine, but if someone else is bleeding I get grossed out.)
  5. Needles (I’m getting better. As long as I don’t look I can stay pretty calm during blood tests. Which is now every other month until they figure out my autoimmune disorder.)

KC especially enjoys taunting me with my Spider phobia. ALL THE TIME! Like this most recent picture she sent me via facebook:

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Ew, just ew. How could anyone sleep in that bed?!? I’m having nightmares just from LOOKING at it!


On what planet is this considered “not that bad”?!?!

I swear those fuckers are MOVING!!!

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