Last Friday night was the start of a local tradition - The Bethlehem Fair.
Short of arriving home with a monster headache and obviously unrelenting earache, I decided to skip the run for the afternoon and traipsed out into the sticky night to go to the Fair.
Best. Decision. Ever.
My mom's reaction: "I'm so glad you decided to join us! This is like taking you to the fair when you were little and rode the elephants and ponies!!"
Needless to say, I was not the only one having a good time. Not only was I entertained, I was the ENTERTAINMENT.
I pretty much RAN to the livestock barns and laughed at the chickens with the weird afros. Looked at the cows with their runny noses and dirty butts. Picked out an energetic gray bunny that I would never be allowed to bring home. And then, finally, shopped at all the vendors to find the best price on this stupid Baja hoodie. It was made more difficult by the simple fact that a size small clearly doesn't exist nor will it ever. I managed to snag one by the end of the night, along with a completely ridiculous/obnoxious/outofthisworld costume ring. I seriously love this thing and it is probably worth less than nothing. I know. Not possible. Continuing on...
I almost convinced myself into paying 10 bucks to climb this rock wall for little kids. The prize of 50.00 for staying between the lines was really tempting. The harness that was made for 8 year-olds, was NOT tempting. I passed that one by.
We found my dad and the parents ate. I wanted to go in the Mother Goose barn aka the PETTING barn. It got to the point where I said I was hungry, when I wasn't, and ate part of my mom's chicken sandwich thing just to help her finish it faster. Then I was in mini pony/mini donkey/mule/llama heaven for about an hour. The mule, Sarah, had just about the most gorgeous coat ever. She was so soft. All I wanted to do was play with her massive ears though. She started braying and my mom blamed it on me. There were two Shetland ponies there too. The mare was full of hell. They both had blue eyes too. Really striking against their dark brown.
Yeah. I had fun. Lots of fun. The smell of my clothes was evidence enough. And my hands were brownish black from petting everything within arms reach. Oh, and I had hobbit feet from scurrying around in flip flops the whole night.
And yes, I did have a tomboy moment as well. Saw a Polaris Pro R snowmobile for sale and HAD to stop to admire it.
My advice to everyone - go to fairs! They will make you happy.
I'm beyond excited to attend the Big E at some pojnt. My weekends are usually a mess and my parents are planning to take some vacation weekends in September. But I WILL GO. Even if it's the last weekend available. It's worth it for a few hours of lost childhood happiness.
In other news,
My body is having a weird freakout. I think it knows it should be doing workouts and running harder than it currently is. Hopefully a race will fix that. It definitely is all out of wack right now though.
I actually joined this new website that Kevin told me about... www.fitocracy.com
You get points for the work outs you do and if you have friends already on it, it's even more fun. They give you challenges and you join groups for extra motivation. It's definitely interesting. I need to start doing my planks again! haha Go check it out.
And it was close-up weekend in Otis. All the toys are out of the water. We started bringing stuff in and the lift is winterized. I woke up yesterday morning to brisk September air. My favorite. I definitely will miss certain things about summer, but Fall is my favorite. I think the only season I dislike is Spring. Fall and Winter are my favorites. Yup. Ok. I think I have things to do. Actually, I definitely do. Until next time - Go exercise and go to fairs!
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