When I grow up, I think I want to be my cousin Carissa.
Now, yes, I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, seeing that she is eight years younger than I am, but if it's possible that is what I want.
She's a Park Ranger. How cool is that? And she's not just one of the rangers who tells you how old Old Faithful is (hint, look at the first part of the name), she's one who gets to carry a gun and enforce "the law." Bear gets out of line? Pepper spray. Tourist gets out of line? She introduces them to the bear that just got pepper sprayed.
Nah, she is much too responsible to do that. When I am grown up like her I will be too.
She's in there somewhere...
Carissa doesn't even mind all of the stuff that goes along with being a park ranger that would send most people (me) running. For instance, she's spending the summer living in a cabin with no electricity. You know what that means right? No Internet. Carissa doesn't seem to mind that she won't immediately be able to learn if Lindsey Lohan has died, or who Perez Hilton hates, or what things funny babies and/or cats are doing. Nope, she just wants to make sure she has enough books to read.
I know, some of you are now starting to question if we are actually related.
Oh, and despite the fact that Carissa is outdoorsy, and doesn't abuse the authority given to her, she's actually fun to be around. She likes telling stories about all the dumb stuff she's seen people do in the parks, and doesn't go all "Smokey the Bear" on you. And the stories she tells? Better than any that I have about T.V. After all, I've never busted anyone walking naked in the newsroom.
I can hardly wait until I have stories like Carissa's to tell.
I just hope that when I'm grown up I get to ranger in a park with Internet.