a fair is a veritable shmorgashbort

it is the truth, universally acknowledged, that all trips to the fair begin with...

hissy fits.

"woe is me"

"my life is so hard".
the source of so much grief and hardship: we would not let her ride the mechanical bull.

apparently goats make attitudes better.

how now brown goat.

wilbur, your charlotte is dead.  time for bacon.

i've been reading 'watership down'.  maybe this is what hazel-rah looked like.
i will never see the bunnies in my backyard the same way again.  terms like hraka, siflay, tharn, and firth pop into my head.
then i wish i could kill them for eating my flowers.

we were able to catch some barrel racing.
after watching a few riders race we noticed a rider and horse being led by a woman which is not uncommon for the racers.  when the horse stepped in the corral i noticed that the control of the rider was not that great but the woman (who lets go of the horse at the gate) was just cheering loudly.  then i noticed the rider was special needs and that horse took him around the barrel and back to the fence.  in my mind i was standing, and cheering, and clapping, but in reality i was sitting, gripping the bench because i knew that if i made a peep i would burst into tears.
it was one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen.
i had to thank the Lord for the love and care that surrounded that rider and the people who helped him to do something so great.
i did this quietly because i didn't want to cry hysterically in public.

this is not the rider.  i did not take a picture of him.  i would have cried too hard.

this is goldie.
she is pretty...

and she knows it.

this is racing where the horse is ridden to the barrel and then the rider dismounts and they both run like crazy to the gate.
i don't know why but it is fun to watch.

goldie ran too.

we heard this girl threaten to deck an eight year old.
i think he said something very untrue and slanderous and ruinous.

this girl is just pretty and did not threaten to deck and eight year old.

'hold your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine'.
a little girl with long red braids was tickled pink because i took a picture of their cows.

draft horse team judging

peeennnniiieee...... horses will be your favorite.......horses.....horses.....horses are the best animal........
i would never push penelope into loving horses.  i might demand it though.

we made friends with the draft horse barn boys.

wait for p

they won... they were my favorite.

gratuitous picture.  i can't edit out horse pictures.  i just have to put them in.

it's almost like editing pictures of these two.... imposseeeble`

it's almost like saying no to a funnel cake.

also imposseeeble`.

we left early due to these red tired eyes.

eyes that quickly closed.