More than fair.

Our state fair is a pretty good state fair. I just couldn't find the "great" in it enough to sing the real song. I mean $4 corn dogs and $6 funnel cakes? But we did have fun. I found myself singing songs from the musical a couple of days previous to our attendance at the aforementioned event, and I liked that.

Here's a snapshot of the best parts:

So I still think it's funny. Poop, I mean. maybe once I have lots of children I won't think poop is so funny. But watching this cow make a cow pie was pretty funny. As I smiled and snapped the picture, a mother shoo-ed away her children and I'm sure was revolted when she saw my attitude towards the situation. It is a little funny though, right?

This is Big Red. A whopping 3010 pounds. 8 years old. She was large and in charge.

This was the most friendly goat of the bunch. He (or she; excuse me.) was the only one propped up on the side, seemingly calling for some attention. Goats are soft. Lyndsey was with us, obviously.

*Side story. Let's talk about this. A woman was trying to get us to take free karate lessons (or kary-otty as I accidentally stated later) and I was explaining to her that grace and coordination do not run in our family. She said "so are you 2 twins or do you just look a lot alike?" Really now, people. 6 years difference! I think I look much younger than I am. Does Lynds look much older than she is? No sé. Anyway, here's the best part of the story: In response to my declaration of our genetic coordinational retardation she responded, "oh well, what do you think I was like before I started karate? I mean I was one of those people that didn't read what they were supposed to and bought bubble gum instead." (not direct quoted, but the general idea of what she said)

...do you have a blank look on your face right now? Yeah, me too. We had to giggle about it on the way home. She was a very nice young lady.

Here is an alligator. this is the side of her face missing an eye. They charge $1 for adults and $0.50 for children to walk around a 7 foot tarp covering up the trailor in which Miss Alligator is residing. poor Al. but I'd never seen one before! And it looks just like the one in the Rescuers. Just not so green. Oh, and we bargained $2 for all 3 of us. A steal, i know.

BEAUMONT, this one's for you!

Our Toms. We have worn them various times, but always forget to take a picture. (the whole week before the 4th of July, in fact.) And P insisted we wear them to the state fair because the ground is so dirty at fairs and we don't want to wear sandals that let the dirt onto our feet. True.

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So remember how I'm barely married myself and am one of the Marriage and Family Preparation instructors to our fellow young adults, only the single ones?

This is one of those times in your prayers that you laugh and say, "good one, very clever! ...I get it!" with a wink, because your calling to serve others is actually to make you better and more prepared? Uh-huh. I looked through my lessons and actually laughed a bit outloud because they are all the ones I need to improve on.

Count your many blessings, Al. Count all of 'em.

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