MN State Fair on a stick!

Yesterday we went to the State Fair.

It was a perfect day of cool weather, delicious food and family fun!

And even though we walked through every building, toured the barns and watched a police dog demonstration, my day can be summed up in one word.

Food.

Oh, glorious MN State Fair food...on a stick.

Let's talk about it.

I enjoyed, shared or partook in each of the following wonders. I'm smiling just thinking about it.

The day started with cheesecurds (at 9 am). It's the right thing to do!

Followed closely by a pronto pup, Sweet Martha's Cookies, a Dino's gyro, deep fried pickles, a chocolate cream puff, and Australian potatoes.

Now, it really did take 4 people and six hours to eat that much food but we did it!

And then I had cereal for dinner...because by that point in the night my stomach had called "Uncle" long ago.

But it was totally worth it and I'd do it again...next year.

Right now I need to go do about 1,000 squats.

Or maybe I'll go make an egg and cheese mcmuffin for breakfast.

Yeah, that's probably what's going to happen.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

It's double coupon day and since Pookie is refusing to take a nap we're headed to the grocery store before 9 am.

Look out Rainbow, here comes the crazy coupon lady!

Extra Wide

I have a bone to pick with a few people.

Well, really just one person.

Or one GROUP of people, really.

Don't worry, it's probably not you.

Unless you work for Gabrielle Rocha shoes or the 6pm.com website.

Disclaimer: I LOVE the 6pm.com website AND

I love my Gabrielle Rocha boots.

HOWEVER...

I was sorely misled and appropriately disappointed the other day with both.

Let's have a story...

Once upon a time there was a princess with tiny feet, a slender waist and less than slender calves...and hips and thighs...but they're not part of the story, so we'll move on.

I have big calves. It's not a secret. It runs in the family. It's irritating but it's true.

Skinny jeans are out of the question, as are most knee high boots.

Those calves of mine will just refuse to be forced into anything smaller than say...a...tube slide sized cylinder.

It's rough.

But I thought I'd found the solution to my problem.

Wide-shaft boots!

Ahhhhhh...the sound of angels singing...

I even chose the EXTRA wide width hoping to be able to wear them over jeans...

And the dream would be realized...

But alas, this was not to be.

When I opened my package and pulled out the boots my heart sank.

I stuck my arm down into the boot and it was barely wide enough for my arm...which, people, let me tell you, is CONSIDERABLY smaller than my leg. Thank goodness!

Hoping against all odds I pulled on the boots anyway.

And miraculously they glided on.

Ok, there wasn't so much gliding as there was tugging, but they were on.

Oh, but there was no room for jeans.

There was barely room for sheer panty hose ladies!

For reals!

So I'm disappointed and still on the hunt for truly WIDE shafted boots.

I will not be thwarted. I will prevail.

You WILL see me in boot over jeans...maybe even with knee socks underneath just for spite!

But until that time, I'll wear my skinny boots with very skinny tights and vow to claim victory over my calves.

I don't make such promises about my thighs...but that's a whole other post.

Lesson Learned

I've picked up a few things over the weekend.

Just a smattering of moments for which I am wiser...or something.

I thought I'd share them with you so you don't have to learn them all on your own.

I'm nice like that.

Let's break it down, list-style.

1. Making spinach dip (from a vegetable packet mix) WITHOUT spinach will create something inedible.

*You may be asking, "Why would I try to do this?" Oh, well, YOU wouldn't. But I did because I accidentally left the spinach out overnight on the counter after washing it. And then, I tried to put it in the fridge, but it was uncovered and I shoved it way in the back...where it froze! And even after it thawed out it was so sad looking I couldn't bring myself to use it. So I improvised. And you know how that goes sometimes. Duh, duh, dun!

Needless to say, we did not have spinach dip with our appetizer night. I threw out the icky dip, sliced up the delicious artisian bread I was going to serve with it and made mini french bread pizzas instead.

Crisis averted.

2. It is impossible to know when to stop eating Sour Patch Kids. Somehow you always go 1, or 2, or 12 too far. And before you know it your tongue is sore, your stomach hurts and the bag is empty.

Just don't turn the bag over and look at the calorie count. You don't want to know.

By the way, the same is true for Doritos - but I learned that lesson years ago! Ha!

3. People who think it's OK to walk their dogs around North Minneapolis without a leash are irritating. Oh, and they just so happen to be breaking the law.

I'm just saying.

3. $3.99 Gladiolas from Cub don't last more than 4 days in my house. Tear.

4. If set near a pile of rocks, a 9 month old will two-fist them into his mouth at a rate of speed which seems impossible for his tiny arms.

It will happen.

5. A mini DQ Nutter Butter Blizzard from DQ and a trip to Michael's ALL BY MYSELF will restore my faith in humanity...and my sanity.

There, now you're informed. I'd say, go ahead and write a few of these down, and keep 'em on the fridge. You know, for reference.

Especially that one about Sour Patch Kids. No foolin'!