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Continuing on with my nostalgia tour. I have decided to explain why I chose to name my blog Project Moose. I hope it doesn't make people think I am strange. Here goes...

I have mentioned in previous post's that I grew up in California. What I have never mentioned is where. It is a really small town in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada's. It has less than a thousand people in it, probably even less than that now. Springville. Doesn't it sound idyllic? It was a great place to grow up. We had parade's every spring for Jackass Mail Run and then the Rodeo. We use to be a stop for the Pro Rodeo Tour. Big doins' for our tiny town! In the fall we would have an Apple Festival. I am making my own self moopy. We won't even talk about Christmas. I don't want to make anyone cry.

On to the reason for the name of my blog. My family lived just outside of town. We had a few acres and were able to do as we pleased, for the most part. We knew everyone. Most of our friends lived further out so we had to make do with each other as play mates. We also had a dog. Actually, the dog was mine. I had had him since I was a little girl. He was the greatest dog ever. His name was Rocky. He was a cattle dog. And I got pick of the litter. People used to come from all over the tri-state area to purchase one of these dogs. He was super protective and went everywhere with me. He was great fun and game for just about anything.

We had a small deck off of my parent's bedroom on the back of the house. We used to love to hide there and then jump out and scare the shit out each other! So one day I get this great idea. I tell my brother we should run around the house and see if we can get the dog to chase us. It took a couple of times around the house, but the dog figured out it was a new game and was totally on board. I decided we needed something to call our game. Wait for it... I cannot tell you for the life of me how I came up with it, but I named it Project Moose. All we would have to do is yell"Project Moose" and take off running and the dog would be in hot pursuit! We would be screaming and laughing our fool head's off. We would make a lap or two and then jump on that little back deck and watch the dog run right on by. We would laugh and laugh. And then the dog would find us and we would do it all over again.

So now you know. I have always been easily amused, even as a small child.