Gee, my 100th post. Yay, Me. Hopefully, I’ll hit 200 or some other milestone more quickly and with something witty and original to change your life. Yeah, it’ll probably be more photos of the kids.
This weekend turned out to be chock full of fun I didn’t really expect (read: schedule) to have. Friday afternoon, we found out a local festival was waiving admission until a certain time, so we up and decided to head out there for some of my favorite type of amusement: free. Well, not exactly free, because you know once we got out there, there would be requests for rides (Sammy) and food (Chris) and various and sundry items (OK, Me), but a good time was had by all and we did not break the bank (that’s be the Bank of Julie, and she rules with an iron fist). I was particularly tickled at finding an off-the-main-drag dinner deal (sandwich, chips, drink, and even ice cream for $5!) and for picking up a couple of Christmas presents along the way. Score! However, I lose points for completely losing my mind and forgetting the camera. There would have been so many money shots at the petting zoo alone (seriously, no one would be able to hold it together watching a video of Sammy systematically greeting each and every goat with a big smile and exactly 2 pats on the hind quarters before moving on to the next – he was like a petting zoo politician).
Saturday, well, Saturday kind of slipped away from me because I can’t remember doing much, which is fine. I’m sure I spent much of the day pity-partying we’re going into Week 3 of No Running Water in the House Due to Mysterious Pipe Leak that We Cannot Seem to Fix. (Yes, I could call a repairman. In fact, we did. But my gracious father is completely certain that he can fix it upon his return from vacation at 10% of the price, and I believe you know my close, personal friend, Cheap. You know how I roll on this one.)
The bulk of Sunday consisted of a visit with my sister and her lovely family, including the chubby delicious baby Lucy (how she’s already 5 months old is beyond my comprehension). The entire community it seems turned out for a picnic in the park, replete with bouncy houses, popcorn, cotton candy, train rides, and balloon animals. We let the kids run feral and burn off as much energy as possible (until they discovered the cotton candy and promptly refueled). It was good old fashioned fun. And why yes, I procured my own balloon sculpture (hey, I waited in line for Sammy for at least 45 minutes, and while it was fascinating (and a little dirty) to watch that woman twist and bend air and rubber into crazy configurations at the speed of sound, I was a little giddy to walk away with my own booty when the kind woman offered it to me). My inner 6 year old was giggly.
And so, we’re off on another week of run run running, and before I forget to remember these small vignettes of joy, I’m taking a moment. Physical notes to mirror the mental ones.
This weekend turned out to be chock full of fun I didn’t really expect (read: schedule) to have. Friday afternoon, we found out a local festival was waiving admission until a certain time, so we up and decided to head out there for some of my favorite type of amusement: free. Well, not exactly free, because you know once we got out there, there would be requests for rides (Sammy) and food (Chris) and various and sundry items (OK, Me), but a good time was had by all and we did not break the bank (that’s be the Bank of Julie, and she rules with an iron fist). I was particularly tickled at finding an off-the-main-drag dinner deal (sandwich, chips, drink, and even ice cream for $5!) and for picking up a couple of Christmas presents along the way. Score! However, I lose points for completely losing my mind and forgetting the camera. There would have been so many money shots at the petting zoo alone (seriously, no one would be able to hold it together watching a video of Sammy systematically greeting each and every goat with a big smile and exactly 2 pats on the hind quarters before moving on to the next – he was like a petting zoo politician).
Saturday, well, Saturday kind of slipped away from me because I can’t remember doing much, which is fine. I’m sure I spent much of the day pity-partying we’re going into Week 3 of No Running Water in the House Due to Mysterious Pipe Leak that We Cannot Seem to Fix. (Yes, I could call a repairman. In fact, we did. But my gracious father is completely certain that he can fix it upon his return from vacation at 10% of the price, and I believe you know my close, personal friend, Cheap. You know how I roll on this one.)
The bulk of Sunday consisted of a visit with my sister and her lovely family, including the chubby delicious baby Lucy (how she’s already 5 months old is beyond my comprehension). The entire community it seems turned out for a picnic in the park, replete with bouncy houses, popcorn, cotton candy, train rides, and balloon animals. We let the kids run feral and burn off as much energy as possible (until they discovered the cotton candy and promptly refueled). It was good old fashioned fun. And why yes, I procured my own balloon sculpture (hey, I waited in line for Sammy for at least 45 minutes, and while it was fascinating (and a little dirty) to watch that woman twist and bend air and rubber into crazy configurations at the speed of sound, I was a little giddy to walk away with my own booty when the kind woman offered it to me). My inner 6 year old was giggly.
And so, we’re off on another week of run run running, and before I forget to remember these small vignettes of joy, I’m taking a moment. Physical notes to mirror the mental ones.
Spider Boy, meet Heart Attack Mom.
Sabrina In Da (Bouncy) House!!!
2 times the adorable, multiplied by sneaky kleptomania.
See, wouldn't you want one of your own? Yes, you would.
(In the spirit of full disclosure, this is a topless mermaid. The balloon wrangler said she used to put a top on these ladies, but the additional boobage was much more risque. Go figure.)
No comments:
Post a Comment