My Siggy goes to Yosemite with a "friend" . So a while back I went to Yosemite and due to some computer problems, I wasn't able to post. Enjoy, this one's a fairly long one. .
I didnít take pictures while we drove due to the monotonous journey causing me to go to sleep.
Weíd driven for quite a while when we reached our first signs of snow.
Bob: Yay! Snow!
(No snow in our area)
Bob: *Sings* Walking in a winter wonderlandÖ
Me: Wow, you really werenít lying when you said you had never seen snow.
Bob: Iím going to make a snow-angel!
Me: You do that. Wow, Bob is so much calmer than Nick.
Bob: Snow, Snow, Snow! Yay!
Me: Okay now, thatís enough.
Donít you love this rock wall? No, Iím not being sarcastic.
Bob: Geez! Look! Iím going to call it Half Dome! Get it? It looks like a half dome!
Me: Um, Bob that curved rock already has a name. Its name is Half-Dome.
Bob: Non-sense! I came up with that! I demand to see a lawyer!
Me: Oh dear.
Bob: Símores! Iím cooking it like a man! You wimps cook them in the microwave.
Me: Iím going to cook you in a microwave.
Bob: Iíll shut up nowÖ
(Yes itís true; we do cook them in the microwave.)
Bob: Hi! Iím ice skating!
Me: Actually, Iím skating, youíre standing there.
Bob: Bah! Same thing!
Me: We stayed here.
Bob: Yay, a hotel!
Me: Nick seems like a fugitive, Bob is an over-exited pessimist.
Bob: *hums* doodadoodadoooooo
Me: Hurry up!
Bob: You canít rush importance.
Bob: Uggh. Stupid remote! The remote is defective!
Me: The TV isnít turned on stupid.
Bob: Ahhhhhh! I thought you were kidding when you said youíd microwave me!
Me: You climbed in there.
Bob: What? Oh.
Me: What is it!
(In reality, I just love that head)
Me: And as said in the title, I brought a ďfriendĒ
Bob: Didnít you say you were too busy to come?
Flare: Well my Mocmurderer calendar is empty, not many contests are happening, and JC Rex is just a minor opponent in my quest for Galactic Conquest.
Bob: Okay. Well, have fun!
Me: Great, we have company.
Me: You arenít really planning to jump from one bed to the other are you?
Flare: Yes I am.
Bob: Come on Flare! You can do it!
Bob: Oooo, Missed it by that much.
Me: Thatís gotta hurt.
(Who can guess the missed it by that much quote?)
Me: After about an hour nursing to Flare, he was all better.
Me: But the military spoiled the party.
You see, we didnít have one of these with us
Bob: Weíre innocent!
Flare: Donít shoot!
MIB: Certification of proof that you are certified citizens of the Legonian empire?
MIB: Youíre free to go. You?
Flare: Does a certification of acknowledgement from Phipson count?
MIB: No, but a ďI lost to Dave Kaleta in the MocOlympicsĒ will work
Flare: That hurts.
Me: After showing proper identification, both legal and humiliating, both sides were soon chatting.
Bob: Nice Brick arms gun
Flare: I vow to kill that MIB guy.
Bob: But then your Mocmurderer calendar would fill up.
Flare: When I get back.
Me: Then they decided to have a gun war. I had no idea Flare and Bob packed weapons.
MIB: Eat this!
Flare: Iím so going to get that MIB guy.
Flare: Darn, missed!
Bob: its okay! Iíll get him!
(I just love the trans-blue AC-8 and Sniper Rifle)
Flare: He was mine!
Soldier: Ahh! I surrender!
Flare: Is that how the military works?
Soldier: Who surrenders today lives to fight another day.
Flare: Heís right.
Flare: Good fighting.
MIB: I was just warming up, plus mu gun was only on stun.
Bob: You want to try it again with my gun on kill too?
MIB: Err, no.
Me: Theyíd finally settled down in bed. Shut up all you weird people.
Flare: Good night.
MIB: If you attempt to kill me, 1,000,000,000,000 volts of electricity will flow through you.
Flare: My Mocmurderer calendar just went empty again.
Me: But the two soldiers were restless and left the pack.
Me: Which I guess was good for themÖ
Soldier: Ahh! Derís a Bernel in y outh!
Soldier: Oww! Thereís a kernel in my mouth!
Soldier: Candy, Candy, Candy!
Me: We watched a TV show about candy.
Soldier: Come on, quickly before they wake up.
Me: Remind you of anything?
MIB: The aliens have arrived!
Me: Those are pancakes.
MIB: Itís a sign of what the human race will be squashed into!
(We found an automatic pancake maker. It was Awesome!)
MIB: AHH! Itís too hot! Some idiot locked the thermostat! Call the government.
Me: its 60 degrees in here.
MIB: Itís always too hot for Legos!
MIB: Read the sign people! Weíre packed in here! Hyperventilation!
Me: Yeah, about the being packed like sardines.
Me: Bob next to a perfect snowball thrice his size.
Bob: Boo-yah! I will dominate, but how to get this off the ground is the question.
Bob: Hi! Look at us!
Flare: Itís so pretty!
(No really, it was really nice, minus the fact of me slipping on the ice)
Me: After some driving, we arrived at a restaurant. Applebeeís.
Flare: Iíll just get the Crispy glazed orange chicken.
Bob: Thatís 1,554 calories!
Flare: Calories, smalories, itís all just something the FDA puts out there to scare you.
Flare: Yay! I drew my best picture yet!
Bob: I drew the Men on Moc. Phipson, Kelso, and whoever goes there.
Bob: not who I had in mind.
Bob: Are you old enough for a Martini?
(I really donít know if Flare is old enough for a martini)
Me: It turns out that we drove three hours out of the park so we could cross-country ski, but we ended up driving right back the three hours for it was in Yosemite. We couldíve stayed in the parkÖ This was our hotel
Bob: Yay! Letís watch this!
Me: You see, we have a portable DVD player and we bring it on long trips. It really helps when the driver is too focused on the road (or swearing at the traffic) and everyone else is snoring. Does Anyone know about the OLD get smart television series, not the new one with Steve Carell (spelling?)
Bob: Ahh! Gas guzzling Americans! Buy one of these!
Me: I probably accidently flipped the picture most likely but too lazy to fix it, so just live with it. The guy just got transferred here and truly, heís not happy. He was transferred from here.
Battle of the Bulge! I just couldnít resist this shot.
A zoom up of the valiant soldiers who are fighting for their country. Can this possibly be based off this picture?
The GIs traverse across the lonely snowy plains.
This contraption is what I used to create that perfect snow ball. First you scoop the snow. Operate machine like it was a pair of scissors.
And ta-da! Order here!
Bob: So long Yosemite.
Flare: yeah, Iím going to miss the place.
Me: We eventually returned home.
Flare: I wasnít like this beforeÖ
Bob: Maybe it was the chicken.
Flare: Like I said, calories are fake! I think itís a rare case of mutation.
Bob: Yeah sure, believe that.
Flare: Well so long Bob.
Bob: bye Flare
Flare: I guess Iíll see you on the Mocspace.
Bob: yeah, bye. Wait, letís say bye to the Mocers who are still reading this.
Bob/Flare: Bye Mocers! Thanks for reading and remember, eat your fruits and keep on mocing!
I call the artwork, ďHaving fun with PhotoshopĒ, or, ďAttack of the Bobs.Ē
I really hoped you enjoyed this installment of sig-figgy travels. I really did love Yosemite, you should check it out. I do not have the words to describe how I feel so bye. See you next time.
P.S. My next Moc involves Atlantis!
The Predecessor to this trip
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