Uh oh.

Guys. Guys.

Jill is gone for the rest of the week.

Next week, I leave for girls camp.

And the week after that, I'll be in California...

Oh gosh.

What are we going to do!?

Number Thirty Seven.

While sitting at Sonic enjoying the luxuries of happy hour (namely a strawberry limeade and a cherry limeade.) we decided to cross another item off the bucketlist. Whoop. We took highly attractive photographs of ourselves so we could send them to strangers and show them how cute we are. We were really just trying to find boyfriends, but only one person was kind enough to respond. Or wasn't too terrified to even respond...eh. Anyways, dude, it was fun. And on the positive side, we achieved our goal of getting at least one response! Enjoy our photographs, our beautiful, model-worthy photographs. Oh, and enjoy the screen shot of CaLea's outbox filled with random numbers. Also, enjoy the screen shot of the brave, (yet somewhat unintelligent) response from our unknown friend. Crap, just take a hideous picture of yourself and send it to someone you don't know. Maybe, just maybe, you'll make someone else's day.

 

Number Forty Eight.

We were serenaded by strangers with guitars in some tunnel while picnicking on Lunchables and those little fruit punch drinks we always had when we were little kids. Oh, and we simply can't forget the romantic seventy-nine cent candle that was placed oh so lovingly in the middle of the circle. Consider number forty eight on the bucketlist completed. And consider it completed well.

The evening was lovely, and neither of us spent one moment of it without a smile upon our faces. We were actually extrememly lucky. Those boys waited for two hours for us to show up at the park. TWO HOURS. We had a big fat miscommunication, and CaLea was moving a boat, and Jill was picking up flags, and the boys were waiting at the park going crazy... and yeah. Eventually, it all worked out perfectly. The evening was one to die for. If you ever get the chance to hang out with some strangers, We'd definitely recommend taking advantage of the opportunity.

Not only were these boys handsome and talented, they were a blast to hang out with. 

Number Twenty Nine.

Disclaimer: for some reason we talked about/discussed/participated in fart-related activities during the greater majority of this film. We really aren't obsessed with farts.. but apparently we were tonight? Disregard our childish stupiditiy.

Other than that, we have no words. Just a video. Please watch. Please Enjoy. Ladies an gentleman, we now present to you "Jillian and CaLea: A Documentary on Friendship."

Number Thirty Nine.

Warning: Several chaunchies and boobies were harmed in the making of this post!!!

We (Jill and CaLea and Morgan: new addition!!) made a quick pit-stop at Wendy's so our bellies were nice and full and squishy because we believed the extra flub would help us in our planking endeavors. Which, ultimately is a lie; we really just stopped because we were fetchin' hungry and we all know how Jill gets when she's hungry... she gets hangry. (Adjective;; ex: "I'm angry and hungry, so I'm hangry.")

But as soon as the clock struck 10:30 we had successfully inhaled the mini-meal we had purchased, and found ourselves sprinting across an abandoned grassy field in some park in the middle of our hometown...ehhehehe.

In the duration of thirty minutes, we raced across American Fork planking anything we thought was plankable that crossed our paths. And this post, well, this post is the result of our planking adventure, the adventure that cost us our bosoms.

p.s. Hugs got to join us, and he planked beautifully until he fell (aka was chucked from atop the yellow slide in some park that we are now currently unsure of the location...) and got fussy. So we shoved him in the car and left him to suffer in his own tears and sadness. We are great mothers. It's okay CaLea picked the woodchips from his butt fur and kissed him all better.

Number One.

Well we finally gave birth to our bucketlist bear. He's adorable, affordable, cuddly, and very much a part of our Summer. We are so excited to welcome the little tyke into our crazy lives and we are even more excited to raise him the best way we know how.

Bloggers, meet Hugs Sanderson Bagley, our child. Our summer child. He's going to be as much a part of creating the wonderful memories to come as we are. We totally understand if you feel the intense desire to hug him and kiss him until he falls to pieces. We felt the exact same inclination.

Two claps for hugs! Two claps for Summer!

And let's get things rolling with this Bucketlist!

Establishing the Rules.

As best friends, Jillian and I came to the conclusion that this Summer it is necessary to go wild. Mostly because by next summer we'll be eighteen, and therefore more vulnerable to the law than we currently are, (yay for being a minor) but also because it's our last guaranteed summer together. We don't know what may be happening next summer, so we are determined to live this summer like it will be our last.

Now, we take all this bucketlist business very seriously, so we've kind of set up a system for how this is all going to work. You may want to read the rules so you can understand what exactly will be occuring in the posts that will follow this introcuctory one.

First order of business:

Escape the prison otherwise known as "school." (Did I mention that all the teachers were wearing t-shirts with the label "security" sprawled across the front of them today? NOT COOL.) Seriously though, we've got to get out of there. Tuesday cannot come soon enough. 

 

 

Second order of business:

Purchase/birth a bear at the infamous Build-a-Bear workshop. Name the child, and declare him the official bucketlist bear. He will then accompany us on every adventure we feel the need to experience in the months to come. He will be our child; we will love him.

 

 

Third order of business:

Remember to create a new dance move that will accurately depict each thing we cross off our list. This really isn't necessary, but it's definitely something we feel the need to do. We like dancing. (Especially with cones. But that's a story for another time and another place.)

Fourth order of business:
Anyone is allowed to join our insanity at any given point in time. Unless we don't want them to.

Fifth order of business:

Try to do at least one thing off the list each week.

And lastly,

Sixth order of business:

Document every last waking moment of our summer on this blog. This is the official blog of the Summer Insanity 2012. (P.s. That's what we call ourselves, Insanity. It's like a group name, and we believe it's actually very fitting. Go with it.)

This summer will be unforgettable.