...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.]
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