So our vacation at the lake house was absolutely lovely.
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.
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!
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.”
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.)