Box Sign

I have recently added some fun new items to my purse line. Humorous and inspirational signs, plates and coffee mugs! I can't remember if it was this year or last year, but in one of my posts, I compared life and young love to an amusement park. When I found this sign last week, I felt like they were reading my thoughts exactly. It is my all time favorite one. Amen.

Fair Time!

For the past 5 years, when the fair rolled around, I didn't get very excited. I was always inside the industrial building with my purses. Don't get me wrong, I love my purses, but four days and nights in a hot building is tough! So this year, I decided to offer my purse spot to another girl who also sells purses. She was really happy to take the spot! (She's only 20 something. Piece of cake for her!) So, this year I really got to enjoy the fair. I am a little bummed because the 2,334 pictures I took are gone. Somehow I deleted them and can't get them back. I am not giving up though. The Internet has the answer to everything! Right? Right. Anyway....this year I was able to enjoy the fair with Tim and Landon. We attended the pig races on Thursday night and the first winning ticket drawn for $50 was held by....Landon! Whoo hoo! He was sooo happy! We played a little Bingo where Landon won a hunting chair! We then decided to have foot long hot dogs and call it a night. Then on Friday Landon and I took some of the dc kids to the fair for lunch. They loved it! It was so fun to see them interacting with all the animals. (Later one of my dc parents told me their little guy was upset that they couldn't take me along too, when they went to the fair. That just made my whole year!) On Saturday I had a rummage sale with Tim's sister, Laurie. It was a good sale but I swear to Betty Crocker I will never have another sale again! Too much work!!! Landon enjoyed the rides with his cousin, Katie while I was at the sale. Anyway....then Saturday night Tim, Landon and I played a little bingo and won a cool cooler! A dusk we watched the most amazing fireworks show! It was simply spectacular. After the fireworks, Landon went home with his grandma to spend the night and Tim and I got to play with our big kid friends! Our friends Kenny and Nancy were here from Fargo, so we got to catch up with them. Hard to believe they have been in Fargo three years already. The band Silverado was playing and they played every song I loved! Country. Old Country. Old Rock. All the good ones. I got Tim to dance one song and then I found my friend Julie and we danced to just about every fast song they played! Oh, what a night! It was totally worth the sore hips in the morning! On Sunday, we caught the demolition derby. My heart was just pounding, watching the cars crash and burn. Talk about exciting! Towards the bottom of my bucket list is "Demolition Derby." (Notice I said "towards the bottom.") If they would have a powder puff demo, I would so be there. The only thing that might stop me is common sense. I do seem to get wiser with age. Why couldn't I have the brains I have now, 20 years ago?? Live and learn. Anyway... I am saving the best for last here. After the demo, Landon wanted to play a little bingo. They had a 40 inch flat T.V. that you could either put your winning bingo ticket in, or you could by a $10 chance. They said they were going to draw in a half an hour. So, I bought one chance. Half an hour later, I was jumping up and down and hootin' an a hollorin' because....that's right. I'M A WINNER, BABY!!! I love the fair. Can't wait until next year.

How does this T.V. look on me?

It's Been A Long, Long, Summer...

Landon has always been fascinated with any creature that lives in the great outdoors. Anything that creeps, crawls, climbs, or hops, is right up his alley. (And can usually be found in our alley!) This summer even more so. It's gotten so bad that I now dread even doing the laundry. Every time I have to stick my hands in his jean pockets I literally shake. I've pulled out 2,387 dead lady bugs, caterpillars, worms, butterflies, bees, and even a few live ones too! He sticks them in his pockets with the intentions of bringing them home and making a "home" out of one of my good Tupperware bowls. The problem (besides my good Tupperware bowls!) is he gets side tracked on his way home and forgets all about them. Until he hears my screams from the basement. Then he bolts down there in .002 seconds and demands to know what I did to his new find. What I did? Really? What I did??? Anyway...back to the story... The other day I was doing laundry and everything was going smooth as butter. Nothing but nuts and bolts, nails, string and bubble gum in those pockets. I was so relieved. I dropped a basket of clean clothes off in Landon's room and then went back down to the basement to get another basket. I returned to Landon's room in less than a minute. As I picked up the first basket to start putting away the clothes a GIGANTIC frog hopped out of the basket!!! ( I am scared to death of frogs!!) I dropped that basket, stiffled a monster scream and backed out of the room so fast I got carpet burn on the bottom of my feet. (Well, maybe not carpet burn, but they were hot!) Of course no one was home to help me. So, I pulled up my big girl panties (It's just a figure of speech!) and spent the next half hour screaming and shaking and chasing a horrible, grey/green, slimy frog with a garbage can and a piece of cardboard. When I finally captured him and got him outside, I was exhausted. I was sweating buckets and cold and clammy at the same time. It was insane. Landon later told me he "forgot" to put the frog in a bowl and didn't mean to let him run wild in his room. We set some new rules right then and there! So tonight, (No, the story isn't over yet!) when Landon was kicking the back door with his foot, holding the bottom of his shirt close to his body that was full of "something" and hollering at me to "Get the camera mom! Get the camera! Look at all the lives I saved!!!" I felt my stomach drop to my knees. I did grab the camera because someday when he has kids and is pulling his hair out, I am going to be pulling out all these pictures to remind him of all the things he did to me! I was shaking so bad, I barely got the picture. I only got one, because as soon as he dropped his shirt, I had to stiffle yet another scream and RUN!!!

He had 4,567

 FREAKING FROGS

in his shirt!!!!

If he really wants to save lives,

he's gonna have to be a preacher or a vet.

I can't take much more of this kind of savin'...

Click on the picture twice to get a close up view.

Unless Frogs make you squeemish.