Fair

True confession time----I hate the fair. I don't enjoy the rides, the food or the atmosphere----read the heat, crying tired kids, and crazy carni folks! Yet, I end up at the fair every year. The Western Montana Fair comes to town every August, the hottest driest month of the year. The Boys love the fair, of course. Resident teenager and Resident little dude like the rides and the Hubs has fond memories from his childhood. I grew up overseas, so I am a mutant fair hater.

The only thing that makes the fair tolerable for me is the company (the Hubs is a sweetie insert ahhhh here) and the 4-H animals.

The cleanest business end at the fair.

This sweet little goat has some issue... Kneeling in your food dish... Is that a good idea?

I'm not sure if this cow is a kicker, antisocial, homicidal maniac, or what. This cow was the only caution labeled cow at the fair.

I dub thee Diva Sheep!

Resident little dude decides he wants to go on the zipper. I was adamant that he wasn't tall enough... He was! There is something very disconcerting about my baby (yeah , he is 9 but he is my BABY) dangling in the air.

He looks a little worse for the wear, but no permanent damage. I think that I suffered permanent damage!

When we can't stand the heat we take refuge in the model home, the only air conditioned place at the fair. Resident little dude fell in love with the tub in the master bathroom, nice place for a nap!

I didn't leave the fair empty handed... The Roto-Rooter booth handed out free TP! Score...

 

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Game Night Geek Style

The Boys love to play board games! Of course, we have Star Wars Monopoly! I don't remember the last time we played "regular" Monopoly.

One of the best things about Star Wars Monopoly is the character pieces, no boring shoe or dog!

Me: warrior kick-a$$ Princess Leia

The Hubs: Darth Vader

Resident little Dude: General Grievous

Resident teenager: Yoda

The Hubs won... Which doesn't appeal to my competitive side, but he is convalescing so I must let go.

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The Healing Quality of Pie

I am still on a mission to heal the Hubs with food. Yeah, über scientific, but I have to work within my constraints---- read I am not a doctor.

I decided that pie, especially pie with a crumb topping, can heal cervical disk replacements. I'm sure the AMA will publish this is in a medical journal soon. Since I used raw organic sugar, organic Greek yogurt (Fage--- we like to discuss pronunciation over breakfast), and organic blueberries--- this pie also qualifies as a health food. Score!!!

And I made the whipped cream... I guess that makes me a pie healer AND a baker.

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Curiosity

Simply amazing!! An 8 month trip, high tech parachute, pyrotechnics, and a sky crane... This is what math and science can do! I can't wait until we get "the good" pictures. Mars geology, here we come!

 

Yes, I watched the landing live on NASA TV on my iPad... My sister is mocking me right now. Ehhhh, I am a science nerd... We don't worry about mocking sisters!

 

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I Don't Get It

I've spent a lot of time at home the past week tending to the Hubs as he recovers from surgery. I finished my summer semester, so I have plenty of time for my unoccupied mind to wonder. No matter how long I ruminate over the following---I don't get it!

1. Gymnastics code of points. Let's apply this to real life, "Little Johnny, the best score you can get on this test is an 80%.". What?!
2. The swimsuits worn by the men's diving team. I don't need to see crack during the Olympics.
3. Binary code
4. 14 year olds
5. Tube tops
6. Daytime TV
7. Ladies/girls undies cost more for less
8. Colored jeans
9. Bra sizing
10. Dresses with jeans worn underneath
11. Grey hair
12. Dressage
13. NBC.... The Curiosity (latest Mars rover) will stream video of its landing with a 14 minute delay----from Mars!

I've been using my time to make the Hubs healing food.... Really scientific... I know.

Chicken and dumplings... Seems healing to me.

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The Basics

It's strange... when you have a baby all you talk about is poop.  Seriously, all parents talk about poop.  As the kiddos get older you talk about it less and less.  Yet, anytime there is a sickness in the family---what do you talk about?  Poop.  The most basic of human needs seem to take over our entire though process.

Now that the Hubs is home and semi comfortable I worry about the basics.  Poop.  Surgery has a way of taking you down to the basics.

I took the boys to Target with me today.  Usually, I go by myself as to enjoy the experience.  I am browsing the laxative section because I am taken over by Hubs' basic needs.  Resident teenager pipes up, "Who would want a suppository?"  This is funny because he only has one voice volume... LOUD!  I try and extol the virtues of suppositories.  Priceless... his face was priceless!

So, it seems that I have come full circle... back to Poop!

Home again, Home again

2 mountain passes, road construction, and a husband in a neck collar!

He is home and resting, although not comfortable...

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