Apparently I was clueless to this rivalry, but these shirts had me cracking up - especially since I know some of you (who I love and adore) are quite fond of your home state of Texas! You always hear that everything is bigger in Texas, but… we really do have ya’ll on size.
And oil.
And I would even venture to argue natural beauty.
Of course, Texas gets better winters, so I’ll give you that.
The fair was, unfortunately, a bit of a letdown. I had been so excited to go and so sure that I could get past the rain, but when it was pouring on us just an hour in; both Loo and I were over it.
This sign at the agricultural building pretty much said it all:
Imagine if we had 31 days of sunshine (instead of rain). It has certainly been a rough summer. Sigh...
I was soaking wet and in flip flops. My toes were covered in mud and cold. I had thought that by wearing flip flops I could will the sun to shine, but it didn’t exactly work like that. Apparently I don't have control over the weather.
In fact, when we finally left a few hours later, the rain was coming down so hard it was actually difficult to see while driving.
What a bummer.
Especially when you consider the fact that I woke up this morning to the sun shining (despite the weather report that it would be raining all week) and an epic list of “adult” things I needed to accomplish today. Things like cleaning the kitchen and doing my laundry and writing a freelance article that I have due.
Things that are nowhere near as much fun as the fair in the light of day.
Oh well though. Next weekend is another fair weekend, and hopefully the sun will come out to shine at least once. Loo and I (and hopefully Mrs. King and her hubby) are going to see Shinedown at the fairgrounds next Friday. If it’s a nice enough day, we may just have to skip out on work early to go and really get some good fair time in.
The one bonus to the rain though, was that people weren’t walking around eating fair food. They were all pretty confined to the few tents that were set up for eating, so I didn’t have to see people gnawing on elephant ears or popping delicious cheese curds into their mouths. As such, I avoided temptation like a champ.
That’s right. This girl survived a day at the fair and remained gluten and dairy free.
I even avoided drinking when Loo popped into the bar for a beer.
I have superhuman willpower.
I have to admit though; my pain has started to creep back up the last few days. I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m annoyed with it. But I’m going to keep trying with this diet just because… what else can I do? At this point another round of Lupron isn’t an option. I’ve only now started to feel “normal” again. I’ve only recently regained my energy. I’m not ready to go down that path once more. Especially with an impending frozen transfer.
So, I’ll keep trying naturally and hoping that I find something that works for my pain.
Back to the fair though. Before the rain picked up, we did get to enjoy a few of the festivities. For instance, no trip to The Alaska State Fair is complete without a little betting at “The World Famous Palmer Rat Race” (yes, that is what they call it – hilarious!) You see, this poor little rat (who I think looks a bit more like a mouse) is set in the middle of this spinning wheel and people place quarter bets on which hole the little guy is going to escape into.
Untitled from S.I.F. on Vimeo.
It’s funny. Even if it shouldn’t be.
We also tracked down a psychic, and I was thisclose to getting a reading. The money was literally on the table, but when Loo asked if she could videotape the reading (for blogging posterity of course) he was adamant that cameras weren’t allowed.
I’m sorry, but if you want me to pay $45 for a 15 minute reading and you aren’t going to let me tape it; I have to call foul. It’s not like you’re in some high liability profession. You’re a flipping state fair psychic! Being that opposed to taping makes me think you might just be a little bit sketchy (and yes – I realize that a state fair psychic is likely sketchy by nature).
Still… I’ve been wanting a reading for a while. Not because I fully believe in that stuff, but because; there is part of me that does believe. And what could it hurt? A little insight into the future. A reading that could possibly predict the path of this next round. A person to tell me when I’ll get the life I’ve been hoping for.
Doesn’t sound so bad, does it?
So maybe next week when we go back, I’ll give him another chance.
After all, if $45 can’t buy you a taped session with a fair psychic; that fair psychic isn’t nearly motivated enough.
But I guarantee you there's at least one there who is.
