Stop, drop and swim at warp speed

Mama gnome is not a party animal.

Usually when Mama gnome hears the word "party" in a word association game, the following words will pop up:
mingle, converse, painful and slow death...

So when Daddy gnome sprang the following words to Mama gnome, "BBQ and Pool Party,"
Mama gnome's brain exploded with:
mingle, converse, bathing suit, exposed, painful and slow drowning death.

But gnomelets shouted, "Yehey! Swim!"

So the gnome family drove in the gnome car to a land not too far.

Mama gnome distracted herself by gazing at the desert landscape.

She imagined how it would feel if she ran straight into a Joshua tree.

Would that be a really painful and slow death?

She'd probably still have to go to the BBQ pool party even when pierced with thousands of cactus needles.

So Mama gnome sat back down in the passenger seat.

Much to Mama gnome's surprise, the host and hostess of the party were very gentle and welcoming humans.

Hostess human and Mama gnome forged immediate bond especially after Mama gnome discovered Hostess human was a Trekkie like herself.

And so a mini Star Trek convention ensued minus the costumes.

Mama gnome has been a devoted Trekkie for many years.

Take Exhibits 1 and 2






And Exhibits 3 and 4




Mama gnome and Hostess human discussed extensively the latest Star Trek movie and agreed on major points:

Warning: Spoiler Alert! Stop if you haven't seen the movie yet. Come back after you've seen it to see if you concur with:


"That movie was so cool!"

"First time older Spock said 'live long and prosper' was major crying scene."

"Dude, they kept the sound track! Awesome!"

"But you-know-who's-mother didn't die in the original series."

"Conclusion: Movie was set in alternate universe"

"Conclusively conclusion: MORE STAR TREK MOVIES COMING OUT! WOO-HOOO!"



Gnomelets enjoyed the party as evidenced by not wanting to come out of the pool and staying there forever.

So Daddy and Mama gnome had to accompany gnomelets into the pool three times!

Mama gnome considered maybe gnomelets were either baby fishies or sea turtles.
But dropped that idea quickly after youngest gnomelet jumped on Mama gnome's back only as a gnomelet could.

After the party, the gnome family went home and Mama gnome smiled looking at the beautiful desert landscape.

The sun was setting.

Joshua trees unscathed.

And in the words of a wise Vulcan I admire, "Live long and prosper."