Well, summer is over. I didn't get many of the things done that I would of liked to do. I didn't learn to bake cakes Ace of Cakes style. Nor did I take swimming lessons. (I only managed to make it to the pool twice and never once was in it.) I didn't go home. I didn't go on a trip. I didn't read as much as I would of liked. I didn't get all of my sewing done. I didn't watch all of the seasons of Sex And The City, but I did on average watch it about six to eight hours a week anyway.
I did sew a skirt and a stuffed scrubbing bubble for Joe. I sewed two dog bandanas and a rumen pillow that won second place at the fair. I went to the state fair with the mules where my best friend got engaged and then turned and promptly asked me to be in her wedding. I went camping. I moved. I worked with the USDA where I saw TB in a pig and got a certificate. As well as 58 hours towards my Missouri license.
Now I'm back at school and I have a lot of classes! Six! Luckily, most of them are classes about animals that I like-ones with hooves. Except for ophthamology, I should have a good time. I hate the eye. Its gross.
I'm playing way too much Viva! Pinata! I really like it but am beginning to be at the point where nothing is getting done which is frustrating.
I suggest reading the book I've got listed. I'm only about 40 pages in but its good. Its about a German spy that was born in America and then during WWI poisoned horses and mules bound for Europe. His dad immigrated from Germany in the mid-1800s, fought in the Civil War and settled in Virginia. The group that he fought with was lead by Carl Schurz. As in Schurz Hall, the dorm I lived in for two years. Six degrees of separation.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/28/11.]
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
MySpace-August 23, 2007-So Far...So Good
Well, in true vet school fashion, my classes started up as if we never left them. Even though some of them we hadn't had before. Its just the same old power point note sets and printing and listening to lectures and sleeping in class. Some people laugh at me and others yell at me for sleeping in class, but I honestly can't help it. I just can't. School makes me so exhausted. Sitting on my butt for four hours straight just zaps my energy.
There are lots of mule events coming up and also in true mule club fashion, they are very hush hush. I don't really want to do any of them. I think I will the one on Friday but not Saturday.
Smoker is finally coming together, I say as if I have anything to do at all with the planning. I submitted two t-shirt ideas (which nothing has been said back to me about), sat in on a skit committee (all of these ideas are really good) and volunteered Joe's car for a skit (and was yelled at by him about it). I think its coming together nicely even if I am pretty sure we are getting ripped off on food and beer. Where did they get the idea that a whole hog was a tradition? But at least it puts a break on the endless number of BBQs we have. Anyway, I think the only way that I would get more input (and that it would be better orgainized) would be if I planned it myself. Which I wish I was. I never get to plan anything big. Oh well, as if I needed some more stress in my life.
My mom called me last night after ten, which is really late for her. I was surprised but she told me that she had the vet out for our colt, Casey. He'd been having trouble peeing but I thought it was nothing too serious since she said he hadn't been acting sick other than that. Last night, she said that he was also acting like his stomach hurt. So it could be one of a thousand things. The vet took a blood sample which will tell us if he has a urinary tract stone or an infection somewhere. Mom also told me that my grandma broke her leg. She fell in the hallway and broke both bones in her lower leg and was in the hospital for the night. My grandma is pretty old-early 80s. She broke her ankle maybe five years ago and has since been having some problems getting around with her bones and muscles.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
There are lots of mule events coming up and also in true mule club fashion, they are very hush hush. I don't really want to do any of them. I think I will the one on Friday but not Saturday.
Smoker is finally coming together, I say as if I have anything to do at all with the planning. I submitted two t-shirt ideas (which nothing has been said back to me about), sat in on a skit committee (all of these ideas are really good) and volunteered Joe's car for a skit (and was yelled at by him about it). I think its coming together nicely even if I am pretty sure we are getting ripped off on food and beer. Where did they get the idea that a whole hog was a tradition? But at least it puts a break on the endless number of BBQs we have. Anyway, I think the only way that I would get more input (and that it would be better orgainized) would be if I planned it myself. Which I wish I was. I never get to plan anything big. Oh well, as if I needed some more stress in my life.
My mom called me last night after ten, which is really late for her. I was surprised but she told me that she had the vet out for our colt, Casey. He'd been having trouble peeing but I thought it was nothing too serious since she said he hadn't been acting sick other than that. Last night, she said that he was also acting like his stomach hurt. So it could be one of a thousand things. The vet took a blood sample which will tell us if he has a urinary tract stone or an infection somewhere. Mom also told me that my grandma broke her leg. She fell in the hallway and broke both bones in her lower leg and was in the hospital for the night. My grandma is pretty old-early 80s. She broke her ankle maybe five years ago and has since been having some problems getting around with her bones and muscles.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
MySpace-August 19, 2008-An Olympic Sized Rant
Some people are going to hate me for this.
But I don't do the Olympics.
I could care less about them. (For the most part.)
I don't understand them.
Why do we need them? Are they a distraction from the real problems of the world? (Do they allow the rest of the world to be distracted while Russia can invade Georgia? Though that's a whole other topic.)
Are they supposed to make me feel good about my country? About some athletes that never get recognition? (BUT there are some *cough* Micheal Phelps*cough* that do and will come away with multi million endorsement deals.) Am I supposed to feel good that some shoeless runner from Africa made it to the Olympics? Probably. But I don't.
Additionally, I don't understand why some things are considered Olympic worthy events.
Here's a list of things that are considered Olympic events in 2008:
archery, track and field (athletics), badmition, baseball, basketball, boxing, BMX racing, canoeing, cycling, diving, equestrian events, fencing, soccor, gymnastics, handball, field hockey, judo, the modern pentathlon (see my note on this later), rowing, sailing, shooting, softball, swimming, synchronized swimming, table tennis, taekwondo, tennis, triathlon, volleyball, water polo, weightlifting and wrestling.
Now my question is: What makes these things sports worthy of an Olympic medal and others not?
Baseball and softball are going the way of the dodo while BMX racing got added? Seriously?
Most of these sports have some form of world championship, I imagine. So do they really need to be included in the Olympics when the US or any other country for that matter already exerted its dominance over the others?
Why are some sports that I could easily do in my basement (i.e. table tennis) or at a backyard BBQ (i.e. badmition) considered Olympic worthy? At this comment, Joe stated that he could run a 100 meters in the backyard so wouldn't that disqualify that event? He made a good point. I should of challenged him to see if he could actually run 100 meters. I doubt it. But he could probably outrun me. But maybe it should be rephrased to be like if every thing I need to compete is available at Wal-Mart, then its not an Olympic sport. I can buy a tennis racket there, but not the court.
Also, golf and lacrosse are not Olympic sports. A lot of people argue that they should be. But BADMITION is?
A lot of people argue that equestrian events shouldn't be Olympic sports because it depends on the horse's athletism rather than a person's. Seriously, to compete at that level, the person better be pretty fit too. It takes serious training and teamwork to compete like that.
There are a lot of defunct Olympic sports that baseball and softball are going to become like. Polo, water motorsports (aka racing speed boats, this was in 1908), tug of war (while it violates my backyard rule, I would really like to see it.), cricket, rugby, etc.
It has always been my assumption that most of the athletes are not professionals. Which means that I get mad when I learn about all of the NBA players on the USA's basketball team. But I didn't make the rules.
Anyway, about the modern pentathlon. The five events that make it up are epee fencing, pistol shooting, 200 m freestyle swimming, showing jumping (on a unfamiliar horse), and a 3 km cross country run. It was developed to simulate something that a calvary soldier dumped behind enemy lines might have to do. It will be kept in the Olympics until 2012 then probably dropped. Personally, I like this idea of a sport. It show versilitiy in an athlete. I say teach Michael Phelps to ride and shoot and see what happens if he's so great.
I've also invited my own Olympic sport. In contemplating why hiking wasn't an Olympic event, I thought about what could make it so. I forget the name that I came up with but it basically combines cross country for humans (i.e. running) and cross country for horses without the horses (i.e. jumping things). The idea would be to run through the woods while having to climb over rocks and/or logs and run through creeks, etc. You could add in some poison ivy, a swarm of hungery mosquitos and maybe a stray wolf or two for some excitement. Seriously, it would be good fun!
Anyway, here's a link to the Summer Olympics on Wikipedia. So read up on some of the defunct sports, maybe invent your own and don't hate me for my hatred of the Olympics.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
But I don't do the Olympics.
I could care less about them. (For the most part.)
I don't understand them.
Why do we need them? Are they a distraction from the real problems of the world? (Do they allow the rest of the world to be distracted while Russia can invade Georgia? Though that's a whole other topic.)
Are they supposed to make me feel good about my country? About some athletes that never get recognition? (BUT there are some *cough* Micheal Phelps*cough* that do and will come away with multi million endorsement deals.) Am I supposed to feel good that some shoeless runner from Africa made it to the Olympics? Probably. But I don't.
Additionally, I don't understand why some things are considered Olympic worthy events.
Here's a list of things that are considered Olympic events in 2008:
archery, track and field (athletics), badmition, baseball, basketball, boxing, BMX racing, canoeing, cycling, diving, equestrian events, fencing, soccor, gymnastics, handball, field hockey, judo, the modern pentathlon (see my note on this later), rowing, sailing, shooting, softball, swimming, synchronized swimming, table tennis, taekwondo, tennis, triathlon, volleyball, water polo, weightlifting and wrestling.
Now my question is: What makes these things sports worthy of an Olympic medal and others not?
Baseball and softball are going the way of the dodo while BMX racing got added? Seriously?
Most of these sports have some form of world championship, I imagine. So do they really need to be included in the Olympics when the US or any other country for that matter already exerted its dominance over the others?
Why are some sports that I could easily do in my basement (i.e. table tennis) or at a backyard BBQ (i.e. badmition) considered Olympic worthy? At this comment, Joe stated that he could run a 100 meters in the backyard so wouldn't that disqualify that event? He made a good point. I should of challenged him to see if he could actually run 100 meters. I doubt it. But he could probably outrun me. But maybe it should be rephrased to be like if every thing I need to compete is available at Wal-Mart, then its not an Olympic sport. I can buy a tennis racket there, but not the court.
Also, golf and lacrosse are not Olympic sports. A lot of people argue that they should be. But BADMITION is?
A lot of people argue that equestrian events shouldn't be Olympic sports because it depends on the horse's athletism rather than a person's. Seriously, to compete at that level, the person better be pretty fit too. It takes serious training and teamwork to compete like that.
There are a lot of defunct Olympic sports that baseball and softball are going to become like. Polo, water motorsports (aka racing speed boats, this was in 1908), tug of war (while it violates my backyard rule, I would really like to see it.), cricket, rugby, etc.
It has always been my assumption that most of the athletes are not professionals. Which means that I get mad when I learn about all of the NBA players on the USA's basketball team. But I didn't make the rules.
Anyway, about the modern pentathlon. The five events that make it up are epee fencing, pistol shooting, 200 m freestyle swimming, showing jumping (on a unfamiliar horse), and a 3 km cross country run. It was developed to simulate something that a calvary soldier dumped behind enemy lines might have to do. It will be kept in the Olympics until 2012 then probably dropped. Personally, I like this idea of a sport. It show versilitiy in an athlete. I say teach Michael Phelps to ride and shoot and see what happens if he's so great.
I've also invited my own Olympic sport. In contemplating why hiking wasn't an Olympic event, I thought about what could make it so. I forget the name that I came up with but it basically combines cross country for humans (i.e. running) and cross country for horses without the horses (i.e. jumping things). The idea would be to run through the woods while having to climb over rocks and/or logs and run through creeks, etc. You could add in some poison ivy, a swarm of hungery mosquitos and maybe a stray wolf or two for some excitement. Seriously, it would be good fun!
Anyway, here's a link to the Summer Olympics on Wikipedia. So read up on some of the defunct sports, maybe invent your own and don't hate me for my hatred of the Olympics.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
Thursday, August 14, 2008
MySpace-August 14, 2008-Stroking...My Ego
Well, it seems that veterinary medicine was a good career choice for me. While I didn't pick it in the slightest because of the respect and honor it will bring me, at this moment, it sure doesn't hurt!
I mean I can't wait for the day when people call me DOCTOR. Or my best clients and little old men clients call me DOC. I can't wait to sign my name with DVM behind it. I can't wait to no longer be Miss or Ms. or even Mrs., but instead be Dr..
Additionally, I can't wait until I get to look official too. I realize in my choice of practice there isn't much use to wearing anything more official looking than a pair of rubber boots and a stethoscope around my neck. (Though I suppose I could where some form of coveralls.) But in clinics, when messing around with the cats and dogs, I get that fantastic white coat. In the food animal and equine rotations, I get those unflatering navy coveralls. Despite the fact that only a few people actually look good in them, they still seem to convey the idea that you know what you're doing. Though I'm pretty sure that I don't.
Working for the USDA would only add to this ego trip of mine as a veterinarian. With them, I get all those great government job perks-vacations, pensions, cars, etc. In addition to getting called doctor or doc, I also get a fantastic uniform of a white smock and a bumpcap/hard hat with the USDA-FSIS logo on it. And in some of the larger plants, I could chose to wear a white shirt and navy pants. And have a navy smock. But most importantly is the badge. SERIOUSLY. A silver badge in a black leather protector that you can flip open and get out of speeding tickets with. Its very official looking because it is. I think it says something along the lines of 'Federal Meat Inspector' and probably something about the US Dept. of Agriculture. I WANT ONE! (But maybe not as much as a job with some cows. Alive ones.)
All in all, I like, no, LOVE the idea that being a veterinarian gives me some power over people that before I was a nobody to. I can't help it. I deserve it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
I mean I can't wait for the day when people call me DOCTOR. Or my best clients and little old men clients call me DOC. I can't wait to sign my name with DVM behind it. I can't wait to no longer be Miss or Ms. or even Mrs., but instead be Dr..
Additionally, I can't wait until I get to look official too. I realize in my choice of practice there isn't much use to wearing anything more official looking than a pair of rubber boots and a stethoscope around my neck. (Though I suppose I could where some form of coveralls.) But in clinics, when messing around with the cats and dogs, I get that fantastic white coat. In the food animal and equine rotations, I get those unflatering navy coveralls. Despite the fact that only a few people actually look good in them, they still seem to convey the idea that you know what you're doing. Though I'm pretty sure that I don't.
Working for the USDA would only add to this ego trip of mine as a veterinarian. With them, I get all those great government job perks-vacations, pensions, cars, etc. In addition to getting called doctor or doc, I also get a fantastic uniform of a white smock and a bumpcap/hard hat with the USDA-FSIS logo on it. And in some of the larger plants, I could chose to wear a white shirt and navy pants. And have a navy smock. But most importantly is the badge. SERIOUSLY. A silver badge in a black leather protector that you can flip open and get out of speeding tickets with. Its very official looking because it is. I think it says something along the lines of 'Federal Meat Inspector' and probably something about the US Dept. of Agriculture. I WANT ONE! (But maybe not as much as a job with some cows. Alive ones.)
All in all, I like, no, LOVE the idea that being a veterinarian gives me some power over people that before I was a nobody to. I can't help it. I deserve it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
Monday, August 11, 2008
MySpace-August 11, 2008-The Missouri State Fair
...OR...My Best Friend's Wedding...
So Thursday, I set out with the mule club to the Missouri State Fair. I was the only third year going. No surprise there. I enjoy the new officers. They seem to have it together. They know what needs to be done and do it. They are full of eagerness. And they readily listen to my sometimes overbearing suggestions. Which I greatly appricate.
Thursday after getting to Sedalia and setting up, there was the opening day parade. It was long. I walked it the entire way. The mules were good. The public was not. They some how forgot how parades work. These are my rules for a parade. You stand on the side of the street. You wave. You catch candy or accept things handed out to you. If you want to cross the street, you must wait till the end of the parade. You do not push your baby's stroller in front of two and a half tons of mule, directly under their noses. You do not walk beside the parade unless you are in the parade. People don't seem to understand how a parade works. Seriously. The state fair is just proof that we should regulate who gets to breed. Some people need to be sterilized. The rest of the day, I hung around the stalls and ate a corn dog. Oh yeah, the mules won second place in the parade.
Friday, I did some more hanging around the stalls and ate a giant ice cream cone. If you can imagine a cantalope balenced on top of a cake cone, you know how big this ice cream was. I talked to a really cute six year old girl named Lindsey. I ate some pork chops at Perkins and purchased some hot pink sheets for Dr.Thorne to sleep on.
Saturday, we got up reasonably early to drive the mules around the fair grounds before it got hot. We drove them out on the track where the grandstand is. I was pretty sure we weren't supposed to be there. I was worried. Then suddenly, Steve (Tiffany's boyfriend) yelled to stop the wagon. He dropped down on one knee in the wagon and proposed to Tiffany! I was right there. Tiffany's face was priceless! And after all of the lovely moment, Tiffany turned to me and asked if I would be in her wedding! YEA! Finally, one of my loser friends is engaged. Finally, I get to be in a wedding. I think I am the only 25 year old girl in history not to be in one. I am so excited for them! There was lots of giggling from me. Also Saturday, I drove another team of mules for Jerry Brown, the man that built our wagon. I drove in the lady to drive two draft mule hitch class. (I rode in the wagon during the men's class.) The mules were named Patty and Ida. They were good. I messed up my figure 8 and ended up winning fourth place. I got a ribbon to hang up. It was still pretty exciting! I ate a funnel cake and a corn dog that day. I rode some carnival rides with Tiffany and Beth-the Tilt-A-Whirl, the Scrambler and a little tiny rickety roller coaster that was really scary. The Tilt-A-Whirl and the Scrambler are my favorites.
Sunday, we came home.
I had a good time at the fair. Joe however didn't have such a great time while I was gone. He fell asleep on the couch and didn't make it to work Friday night OR Saturday nights. He really needs me around! He did clean up the house even though he almost burned it down by falling asleep while cooking some pork chops. Silly Joe.
I'm with the USDA this week. In fact, tomorrow I will be in St.Joe inspecting the Triumph plant. I'll be there Wednesday too. I'm staying with Jackie and Casey. That's cool.
And that's pretty much it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/10/11.]
So Thursday, I set out with the mule club to the Missouri State Fair. I was the only third year going. No surprise there. I enjoy the new officers. They seem to have it together. They know what needs to be done and do it. They are full of eagerness. And they readily listen to my sometimes overbearing suggestions. Which I greatly appricate.
Thursday after getting to Sedalia and setting up, there was the opening day parade. It was long. I walked it the entire way. The mules were good. The public was not. They some how forgot how parades work. These are my rules for a parade. You stand on the side of the street. You wave. You catch candy or accept things handed out to you. If you want to cross the street, you must wait till the end of the parade. You do not push your baby's stroller in front of two and a half tons of mule, directly under their noses. You do not walk beside the parade unless you are in the parade. People don't seem to understand how a parade works. Seriously. The state fair is just proof that we should regulate who gets to breed. Some people need to be sterilized. The rest of the day, I hung around the stalls and ate a corn dog. Oh yeah, the mules won second place in the parade.
Friday, I did some more hanging around the stalls and ate a giant ice cream cone. If you can imagine a cantalope balenced on top of a cake cone, you know how big this ice cream was. I talked to a really cute six year old girl named Lindsey. I ate some pork chops at Perkins and purchased some hot pink sheets for Dr.Thorne to sleep on.
Saturday, we got up reasonably early to drive the mules around the fair grounds before it got hot. We drove them out on the track where the grandstand is. I was pretty sure we weren't supposed to be there. I was worried. Then suddenly, Steve (Tiffany's boyfriend) yelled to stop the wagon. He dropped down on one knee in the wagon and proposed to Tiffany! I was right there. Tiffany's face was priceless! And after all of the lovely moment, Tiffany turned to me and asked if I would be in her wedding! YEA! Finally, one of my loser friends is engaged. Finally, I get to be in a wedding. I think I am the only 25 year old girl in history not to be in one. I am so excited for them! There was lots of giggling from me. Also Saturday, I drove another team of mules for Jerry Brown, the man that built our wagon. I drove in the lady to drive two draft mule hitch class. (I rode in the wagon during the men's class.) The mules were named Patty and Ida. They were good. I messed up my figure 8 and ended up winning fourth place. I got a ribbon to hang up. It was still pretty exciting! I ate a funnel cake and a corn dog that day. I rode some carnival rides with Tiffany and Beth-the Tilt-A-Whirl, the Scrambler and a little tiny rickety roller coaster that was really scary. The Tilt-A-Whirl and the Scrambler are my favorites.
Sunday, we came home.
I had a good time at the fair. Joe however didn't have such a great time while I was gone. He fell asleep on the couch and didn't make it to work Friday night OR Saturday nights. He really needs me around! He did clean up the house even though he almost burned it down by falling asleep while cooking some pork chops. Silly Joe.
I'm with the USDA this week. In fact, tomorrow I will be in St.Joe inspecting the Triumph plant. I'll be there Wednesday too. I'm staying with Jackie and Casey. That's cool.
And that's pretty much it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/10/11.]
MySpace-August 11, 2008-The Missouri State Fair
...OR...My Best Friend's Wedding...
So Thursday, I set out with the mule club to the Missouri State Fair. I was the only third year going. No surprise there. I enjoy the new officers. They seem to have it together. They know what needs to be done and do it. They are full of eagerness. And they readily listen to my sometimes overbearing suggestions. Which I greatly appricate.
Thursday after getting to Sedalia and setting up, there was the opening day parade. It was long. I walked it the entire way. The mules were good. The public was not. They some how forgot how parades work. These are my rules for a parade. You stand on the side of the street. You wave. You catch candy or accept things handed out to you. If you want to cross the street, you must wait till the end of the parade. You do not push your baby's stroller in front of two and a half tons of mule, directly under their noses. You do not walk beside the parade unless you are in the parade. People don't seem to understand how a parade works. Seriously. The state fair is just proof that we should regulate who gets to breed. Some people need to be sterilized. The rest of the day, I hung around the stalls and ate a corn dog. Oh yeah, the mules won second place in the parade.
Friday, I did some more hanging around the stalls and ate a giant ice cream cone. If you can imagine a cantalope balenced on top of a cake cone, you know how big this ice cream was. I talked to a really cute six year old girl named Lindsey. I ate some pork chops at Perkins and purchased some hot pink sheets for Dr.Thorne to sleep on.
Saturday, we got up reasonably early to drive the mules around the fair grounds before it got hot. We drove them out on the track where the grandstand is. I was pretty sure we weren't supposed to be there. I was worried. Then suddenly, Steve (Tiffany's boyfriend) yelled to stop the wagon. He dropped down on one knee in the wagon and proposed to Tiffany! I was right there. Tiffany's face was priceless! And after all of the lovely moment, Tiffany turned to me and asked if I would be in her wedding! YEA! Finally, one of my loser friends is engaged. Finally, I get to be in a wedding. I think I am the only 25 year old girl in history not to be in one. I am so excited for them! There was lots of giggling from me. Also Saturday, I drove another team of mules for Jerry Brown, the man that built our wagon. I drove in the lady to drive two draft mule hitch class. (I rode in the wagon during the men's class.) The mules were named Patty and Ida. They were good. I messed up my figure 8 and ended up winning fourth place. I got a ribbon to hang up. It was still pretty exciting! I ate a funnel cake and a corn dog that day. I rode some carnival rides with Tiffany and Beth-the Tilt-A-Whirl, the Scrambler and a little tiny rickety roller coaster that was really scary. The Tilt-A-Whirl and the Scrambler are my favorites.
Sunday, we came home.
I had a good time at the fair. Joe however didn't have such a great time while I was gone. He fell asleep on the couch and didn't make it to work Friday night OR Saturday nights. He really needs me around! He did clean up the house even though he almost burned it down by falling asleep while cooking some pork chops. Silly Joe.
I'm with the USDA this week. In fact, tomorrow I will be in St.Joe inspecting the Triumph plant. I'll be there Wednesday too. I'm staying with Jackie and Casey. That's cool.
And that's pretty much it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
So Thursday, I set out with the mule club to the Missouri State Fair. I was the only third year going. No surprise there. I enjoy the new officers. They seem to have it together. They know what needs to be done and do it. They are full of eagerness. And they readily listen to my sometimes overbearing suggestions. Which I greatly appricate.
Thursday after getting to Sedalia and setting up, there was the opening day parade. It was long. I walked it the entire way. The mules were good. The public was not. They some how forgot how parades work. These are my rules for a parade. You stand on the side of the street. You wave. You catch candy or accept things handed out to you. If you want to cross the street, you must wait till the end of the parade. You do not push your baby's stroller in front of two and a half tons of mule, directly under their noses. You do not walk beside the parade unless you are in the parade. People don't seem to understand how a parade works. Seriously. The state fair is just proof that we should regulate who gets to breed. Some people need to be sterilized. The rest of the day, I hung around the stalls and ate a corn dog. Oh yeah, the mules won second place in the parade.
Friday, I did some more hanging around the stalls and ate a giant ice cream cone. If you can imagine a cantalope balenced on top of a cake cone, you know how big this ice cream was. I talked to a really cute six year old girl named Lindsey. I ate some pork chops at Perkins and purchased some hot pink sheets for Dr.Thorne to sleep on.
Saturday, we got up reasonably early to drive the mules around the fair grounds before it got hot. We drove them out on the track where the grandstand is. I was pretty sure we weren't supposed to be there. I was worried. Then suddenly, Steve (Tiffany's boyfriend) yelled to stop the wagon. He dropped down on one knee in the wagon and proposed to Tiffany! I was right there. Tiffany's face was priceless! And after all of the lovely moment, Tiffany turned to me and asked if I would be in her wedding! YEA! Finally, one of my loser friends is engaged. Finally, I get to be in a wedding. I think I am the only 25 year old girl in history not to be in one. I am so excited for them! There was lots of giggling from me. Also Saturday, I drove another team of mules for Jerry Brown, the man that built our wagon. I drove in the lady to drive two draft mule hitch class. (I rode in the wagon during the men's class.) The mules were named Patty and Ida. They were good. I messed up my figure 8 and ended up winning fourth place. I got a ribbon to hang up. It was still pretty exciting! I ate a funnel cake and a corn dog that day. I rode some carnival rides with Tiffany and Beth-the Tilt-A-Whirl, the Scrambler and a little tiny rickety roller coaster that was really scary. The Tilt-A-Whirl and the Scrambler are my favorites.
Sunday, we came home.
I had a good time at the fair. Joe however didn't have such a great time while I was gone. He fell asleep on the couch and didn't make it to work Friday night OR Saturday nights. He really needs me around! He did clean up the house even though he almost burned it down by falling asleep while cooking some pork chops. Silly Joe.
I'm with the USDA this week. In fact, tomorrow I will be in St.Joe inspecting the Triumph plant. I'll be there Wednesday too. I'm staying with Jackie and Casey. That's cool.
And that's pretty much it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 8/23/11.]
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