Ouch. Owie.

I hit my head so hard today that it slammed my jaws together, cracking one of my molars. The really crappy part? I have NOTHING to show for my agony other than a cracked and now painful tooth. No lump on my head or bruise to show off. Crap.

My cell has been ringing off the hook the past two days in light of the tragic accident that took the lives of 4 local youth, 3 from my home town alone. One family lost their only daughter. It's all so sad.
As if you needed proof that drinking and driving are a horrible horrible mix, here it is.

Hubby and I started and FINISHED building my new goat feeder between two pens today. I now can move goats around for breeding tomorrow.

I'm on the hunt for something male and oberhasli that I don't have to own. Preferably with a nice shiny star in front of his name. I don't ask for much. Ha.

So Avitable the hairy bastard blatantly STOLE a meme from Sheila where they took pictures of something of theirs to show off.

Then Sarah took a VIDEO of hers!

Shit man, I nothing if not a follower so since they showed theirs I'll show mine.

Ready?
Are you SURE?






WHAT?! Sickos, what did you think it would be? Oh nevermind... I did use Avitable's name in the first sentence, could have been anything huh?

I could have labeled things on there all day. Like where the hell did that milk sample come from? No really, WHERE? Because knowing where might tell me how LONG it's been there. What, you think I'm going to OPEN it, are you freaking NUTS? That's a science experiment gone horribly horribly wrong.

I did have to point out the little white boxes, thought MD might get a cringe out of that.... they do need a dusting. *chuckle*

Yum. Turkey lasagna in the oven baking as we speak.

Hubby can't have beef, so turkey versions here we come. Blech.

This one, tastes great. I think finding a "high fat" ground turkey helped.

I loath back to school. It has nothing to do with the shopping and the endless spending that seems to hit like a freight train this time of year.

I'm one of those parents that likes my kid being around. I don't look forward to back to school as a time for moments of piece and quiet, it is a rude interruption to our routine.

I'm one of those parents that probably should home school. What so far has saved my son from that is my known perfectionism. It wouldn't be fair to him with my OCD tendencies toward all things school and homework related. The kid would never move for days.

Besides, for him to support me in a way I want to be accustomed he's going to have to get a really good education.

Shop till you drop...

... from heat exhaustion.

I just got back from spending a large chunk of my hard earned fair paycheck on decking my kid out in the latest styles for the upcoming school year.
It was 108 in the parking lot of the first store. It was 70 at my house when we left. It stayed around 99 for hours in the late afternoon. At 7:30 at night when we could be persuaded to leave the A/C in the motel room for dinner, it was still 95.

Today we made one stop back to the main store of destruction and then beat feet for home.

School clothes are procured and he's set. Unless his teacher makes demands as to "stuff" he'll need. Then we'll hit K-Mart.

For those 3 people waiting with bated (baited) breath for a lively update about fair. Don't hold your breath. I like most of you and I hear oxygen deprivation causes brain damage. (Which could explain many many things with me.)
Here's what you'll hear from me.

• It's over.
• There were no major complaints that were out of the ordinary.
• The usual bitchers are still bitches or rather, bitchers.
• The only major meltdown was had by parents, not children.
• It's safe to say I'm safely out of the middle of any relationships where I was was too firmly planted. Insert sigh of relief.
• Things pulled together nicely, even if rough at the start and in the middle.
• All's well that ends well.

Oh how you've missed me

I know you, my three loyal readers, have missed me.

Didn't even notice I've been gone had ya?

Ah well. I'm only here to mention I'm not dead. Fair.Is.Almost.Over. Two more days of playing nice. Then it's back to the regular day to day crap.

More when it's over, of course by then it will be a fleeting memory.