Archive | August, 2011

Wisconsin State Fair

21 Aug

Being the awesome Midwesterners we are, all the women in my family traveled to the Wisconsin State Fair last week. It was a TON of fun, but I think one of my favorite moments from the fair happened before we even got there.

The night before our big day at the state fair, I was trying to find the address online when I started reading the state fair FAQs. That’s where I ran across gems like this:

– Will you have Cream Puffs this year?

– How do I pre-order Cream Puffs? When is the Cream Puff Drive Thru open?

– Do you deliver Cream Puffs?

– Will the Giant Slide be there?

– Will there be food on a stick?

– What time are the pig races?

– What are the days when the animals won’t be in the barns?

– Will the vendors who do the gadget demonstrations be there?

Did I have a Cream Puff? You betcha I did.

Did I eat food on a stick? Heck yeah. (Deep-fried snickers and deep-fried bacon with country gravy, in case you were wondering)

Did I watch the pig races and gadget demonstrations? Yes and yes (I liked the gadget demonstrations better).

I also saw several hundred fat people.

Overall, I’d have to say it was the best day ever.


Engrossing Conversation

15 Aug


After a year-long hiatus from Facebook, Pete has rejoined the social network. It was at my request, because I thought that people thought I was just making him up. That I was one of those crazy baby-stealing ladies who tells everyone she’s engaged but really has seven cats.

Well, the moral of the story is be careful what you wish for because he’s back on Facebook, and the quality of our conversation has taken a nosedive.

For instance, the other night, I was reading a fascinating article about a runaway groom.

“Pete,” I said, “You have to hear about this. There’s a groom that ran away. I mean, he just up and LEFT! What do you think of that?!?!?!?!?”

Without even tearing himself away from his precious Facebook friends, Pete just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Sounds good to me.”

He had no idea what I was talking about.

Then, no more than one hour later, I walked into the bedroom, and there he was, curled up in bed, still on Facebook.

“Hi Pete,” I said, sitting down next to him.

“Nothing,” he replied.

That’s weird, because I’m pretty sure when someone says hi, you’re supposed to respond with a similar response – not “Nothing.” That’s something you would say if you THOUGHT someone had asked you what you were doing, since you weren’t really listening at all.

And so, Pete’s back on Facebook.