I thought I’d have a few more delurkers. I’ll forgive you. It was the weekend and spring break and I’ve been a little boring. Really. It’s ok.

Our vacation was fantastic but a little short. Short as in time wise, but also in the bed we slept in. We’re broke so we stayed with some friends and their guest bed is a futon. Futon+6′4″ husband=cranky. Sadly, the futon was the only thing the entire weekend I didn’t take a photo of.

The weekend started with a lovely lunch with Suzanne and the kids. Her children joined us too. We were treated to home made bread, wonderful soups and delicious mac and cheese. The children toured us around the house and took us to see all their animals. Dandy and Chickadee tried to teach the boy to jump off of a giant spool, but my child was having no part of that. He did succeed in rolling around in dirt and goat poop. This was not the last of the animal feces my child would roll about in.

From there we drove south to Sam and Cari’s. They live in a great house on 5 acres out in the Farkleberries. Complete with cat, fish, giant dog that looks like a sheep and a horse. We spent our first evening doing what we always do with Sam and Cari. Drinking and playing cards. This is the couple that we would invent random drinking games with. (consequently, I don’t recommend drinking Uno unless everyone is drinking the same drink. reverse can be a little hazardous.) We added taking stupid photos of each other to the festivities.

Cari had a conference to attend all day Saturday so she abandoned me with a bunch of boys the entire day. We drove around in Sam’s giant truck mowing down up river Skagit county folk. (if by mowing down you mean going to Best Buy and eating Teriyaki then yeah… that)

We did do our “country” duty and visited a farm. The trusty husband had read about this farm and figured since we were within spitting distance we should check it out.

Thus we ventured into the farmland to visit Skagit River Ranch. We browsed through the farm store, bought beef and eggs, pet the dog and had a nice chat with the lady inside. Since we brought along the token child she asked the guy in the egg room if he had any baby chicks. No, but he did have a baby goat. Close enough.

I took the child to the potty for the second time and come out to find myself abandoned in the Toolies on a farm. Come to find out the guy from the egg room is George the owner. He took the trusty husband and Sam back to the garage to get the goat. Out come my husband and Sam carrying a 6 week old goat. And to think I didn’t get a photo of that either.

We pet the goat, talked to George and the boy rolled around in some more animal feces. Good time was had by all. Although my truck still smells like chicken shit.

Since we went all the way to Skagit County to see flowers we did the token daffodil field photos. Tulips aren’t blooming yet so we might take a trip in a few weeks when they start.

We spent Saturday night again drinking and playing more cards and taking more stupid photos of each other. Oddly, the majority of the stupid photos are of me.

Sunday found us packing up a little early and stopping by the outlet mall. I slobbered over some handbags and bought the child a few things.

All in all it was a great weekend. Not exactly relaxing, but fun. There were too many photos to link so here they all are in a slide show.

The Trusty Family is skipping town for a few days to go look at some flowers that are more or less not open yet.  So mostly it will be the three of us standing around in a field of mud seeing as it is supposed to rain this weekend.  Get three great days and I go on vacation and it rains.  And of course we don’t have any money so basically we are vacationing in the burgeoning capital of flowersville, LaConner, WA.  Who the hell goes on vacation to LaConner, WA?  Me evidently.  Because I like walking through fields of mud and sleeping on an air mattress at a friend’s house.

So since I am on vacation I am charging you with entertaining me once I get back.  I am going to be 3 days without internet so I’ll need a good laugh once I get home.

Now’s your chance.  Delurk!  I may or may not give out valuable (scans desk for something exciting) mediocre prizes.  Ok, I’ll pick something up on my trip.  Oh don’t give me that look.  It will be good I promise.

This isn’t to say just delurk and say, “hi, I’m Susie from Oklahoma.”  You have to put some feeling into it.  So we’ll make it fun (mostly so my regular readers can play along).

If you could be any kind of shoe, what kind would it be and why?  Now………go.

Day 2 of our great California adventure finds us visiting the State Fair.  Here we learned valuable lessons like:

Women over the age of 30 should not wear short shorts or pigtails.

Women in California will walk miles in 90+ heat wearing 4” heels.

Some mothers display their madd parenting skillz by wearing shirts stating such (“Bitch” was one example)

The mullet is alive and well in California.

There is a reason they allow you to walk around the fairgrounds with your beer.  Spending 4 hours at the California State Fair with 2 children will drive you straight to the beer garden, but those 2 children will not stay contained within said beer garden.

Old guys will run straight into you and go out of their way to be rude despite the fact that you profusely apologized for their dumbness.

A 5 year old, despite being numerous times, will get wet on the log ride and not like it.  (I have photos to prove it)

Visiting the California State Fair in 90+ heat will make your boobs, back and butt sweat… simultaneously.  Making you feel like a big wet pig.  You’ll fit in well in the livestock displays.

Heat exhaustion will cause you to make up words like Swoobs, Swack & Swutt.