See?
I’m not going to go on and on about how much I love my family, but suffice it to say that I do. A lot. And although 10 days may seem like a long time to spend with your loved ones, Toopweets, J and I had the best time with them.
However.
I’m a bit tired right now, in part from the fact that the trip is over, and I have to unpack (HATE), but mainly due to the fact that I now have to tussle with a heretofore angelic toddler who has been WAITED ON HAND AND FOOT for the past 10 days by a coterie of no less than 8 people at any given time, and is now completely insane (thanks, family!). Advice? Suggestions? Vodka? Send 'em all my way!
Anyway.
Where to start? I have much to say, so I’ll attempt to keep myself on track by segueing my many random topics. I warn you now that there are eleventy billion pictures:
It was J’s birthday shortly after we arrived at the lake house (happy birthday, J!), and there wasn’t too much in the way of fine dining nearby…
...so to celebrate, I took him out for a romantic evening at the movies. With my brother. And his girlfriend. And my brother’s best friend.
Am I the best wife ever, or what?
We saw Superbad, and found the movie to be hilarious, as we collectively have the sense of humor of a very immature adolescent boy. The movie, however, was no match for the sheer absurdity of Pickle-in-a-Cup. (Which, like a nevernude, is exactly what it sounds like.) You see, when we visited the concession stand before the movie began, we reviewed the posted list of assorted treats. Which read: “Popcorn, Pretzel Bits, Boxed Candy, Pickle.”
Pickle?
PICKLE.
A Chilly Dilly, in fact:
Of course we bought one, but really, WTF?
If there is a more random movie snack being served at your concession stands, by all means, let me know.
Speaking of food…
I had recently read this book, and was chastened to learn that a typical meal travels 1,500 or more miles to get to your plate. I was consequently thrilled to see the sheer volume of local food readily available from farms near the lake house. Fresh sweet corn, berries, tomatoes, peaches and plums….YUM. I can’t say I’ll keep it up, but it did make me feel good to know that I was doing a TEENSY bit to reduce my carbon footprint. Said the girl with the big-ass SUV.
I will now climb off my soapbox…
And discuss the county fair.
I absolutely LOVED the county fair. You see, we don’t have THESE in
It's taking all of my willpower not to rant about the grammatical error.
Nor do we have bulimic cow sculptures hawking Amish cheese...
Oh, Flossie. It's time to admit that you have a problem!
...Or human rubber band trampoline rides of terror...
Spot the carny!
...Or guns made out of Nerds packages.
But while I’ve never before seen a physical Fart Bomb, per se…
…I can say with some degree of certainty that riding the subway with any one of my hobo friends will yield pretty much the same effect.
I also learned many valuable lessons at the fair, such as the fact that there exists a shiny aerosol spray with which to coat your livestock before presenting them to the judges. Who knew?
Oh, and we also saw animals. Sad, isn’t it, how this is a novelty for us? Toopweets loved this soft, friendly goat.
I'm smiling and all, but inside, I'm mentally calculating just how quickly I can grab my Purell before we all contract Mad Goat Disease.
Speaking of goats…
Another source of endless delight during our trip was this store.
Best name ever, hands down. I still giggle at the thought of a bleating goat just totally passing out.
Speaking of bleating goats…
We must discuss my performance at karaoke night.
To make a long story short, I kicked ass with my first song (which, as seen above, was Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'"). And yes, that really IS my earnest emotive karaoke face. Bask in it! Bask, I say! Anyway, I went back up for an encore, which COMPLETELY SUCKED. My brother caught the whole thing on video, but I’m unsure as to whether or not I should post it.
You see, my performance is SO WRETCHED and embarrassing that I fear posting it will destroy any credibility I have. And I speak, of course, of my credibility as a productive, functioning member of society. It’s that bad, I swear.
So you see my dilemma.
Should I post it or not?
Something that may sway my decision is any information you might have about easy programs/sites that will enable me to cut down the length of the video.
Because no one, BUT NO ONE needs to see my warbling, full-length version of Lauryn Hill’s “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.”
(P.S. - As if you haven't seen enough pictures, here's my Flickr photostream from the trip.)
_300.jpg)
26 comments:
Ooooo, Post it!
It looks like you had a blast. How could you not after devouring a Chilly Dilly?
Now cough up the video. Please?
Looks like a stellar trip! The Fainting Goat is a funny name. We have a stand near here called the Happy Jackass. Seriously.
And? OF COURSE you need to post the video.
:)
Aw, you're making me all homesick; I'm originally from about an hour and a half south of Scranton, and man do I miss a good fair....
We really need to talk about this more. Do you know that's near where I grew up? And that my parents have a house on Elk Mountain RIGHT THERE? And that the Steamtown mall is one of my favorite local haunts because of the, I don't know, COMMERCE?
Post it! Post it!
And also, beautiful pics (as always). Welcome back!
Fainting goats in action!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=we9_CdNPuJg
Wait for the part where the breeder (goat herder? goat wrangler?) startles the goats and the whole pack just falls over. Good fun.
Sigh. You are just too funny for me to handle.
Pennsylvania must be more diverse than I realised since a Chilly Dilly is like nothing I know of despite coming from an area within the same state. Shame.
Must.post.the.video.
I'm pretty sure you have to post it now; otherwise the comments to all future posts will be filled with us saying, "when are you going to post the videeeooooo????!!"
It looks like it was a fun trip. I can't decide if I'm more disappointed about never having been to a Mexican Restaurant/Yard Sale or that eating Fart Bombs is prohibited.
Hooray, you're back! I was going through withdrawal, I think.
My favorite part of this post was the directions for the fart bomb. ("When the bag pop and smell the odor like fart.")
I, too, cannot stand an apostrophe in a word for no apparent reason AND I love that Journey song as a karaoke go-to favorite. I think you should at least post a piece of it, preferably with a money note included.
First of all...puh-lease post that video, it's must see TV.
also, RUB a BBQ place in chelsea serves deep-fried oreos and they are AWESOME...just saying.
I really REALLY REALLY missed you.
You better post that video.
Looks like a wonderful vacation. I definitely vote for you posting the video!
had a great time with you too my dear ones. miss tooptweets already. if you do post the video, make sure you get the part where J is passing out from laughing so hard at your singing. I wish I was there. Maybe I will come with you next year when you make your return engagement to further your singing career. love you, mom
Fantastic! Those pictures of your family are so precious. But where are the pictures of the boot in use???
You did Don't Stop Believin'! Most awesome!
Definitely post the video.
You're not seriously expecting anyone to pass up an opportunity to see you in karaoke action, are you?
I once got a pickle-on-a-stick at the dollar movie. The guy in front of me looked at it, and said "Did you get that here?" No, dude...I brought a PICKLE-ON-A-STICK from home.
You have to post at least 10-15 seconds of it. Seriously.
I hope you ate one of the deep fried oreo's (much like the creamy filling, this typo is included for your pleasure).
You ate the pickle and the oreo together, didn't you? Admit it.
So basically what you are telling us is you did nothing? Holy crap, that was like the grab bag of funsie times with the family. I must say our movie theater also sells pickles which go along way for jokes too. There is nothing worse than being near a pickle eater. It is earth shatteringly noisy with every bite and the smell. I mean I love me some pickle (keep it PG) but not during my movie damnit!
We have both been traveling, my dear Metalia, but oppositely: me to the teeming city (well, actually just the mini-city of Portland, OR; read all about it in bloggity form at my you-know-what), you to the country. What adventurers we are, roaming with our tots, engaging in the various culinary delights like the intrepid tourists we are...
But why oh why do they not have uber-pickles in the west like they have in the east? I must have that pickle. It would make a great couch!
POST IT! The fair- what a gem of a place...
I want that Chilly Dilly SO BAD!
Sounds like a fabulous trip. Now tell me, did you wear all ten pairs of shoes?? :-)
If they're selling deep fried OREOs, does anyone care if they can't figure out the apostrophe? Maybe you should have gone for the deep fried twinkies instead.
The best part is that eating, of the fart bomb, is prohibited. As if you're going to open it and think, "Man! I have to get that into my mouth! STAT!"
Great blog! nice photos. Thanks for sharing ...
Post a Comment