Weekend Celebrations

It was a weekend of celebrations! On Saturday we celebrated the birthday of my mother in law.

And on Sunday we celebrated my mother's birthday.

Both are 62 (I don't think either would mind me saying!). Happy Birthday to these two special women in my life!
Also on Sunday our good friends, the Young's, asked us to join them as their daughter Allison celebrated her baptism. Afterward we joined them at their home along with other friends and family for a BBQ lunch. Congratulations, Allison. Big Daddy and I are very proud of you!

We had Big Daddy's twin brother and his family over on Saturday to watch the Alabama game and then the Auburn game. I was so happy to see the Tide roll on, but hated it (honestly) for my husbands team, Auburn, who lost.
Somewhere in between these occasions, we squeezed my child's team sports photos and a trip to the state fair, which was a big mistake.

I am blaming my mother in law on that one. Aside from my own bad memory of a fair story, that I might share one day, there are more than a few reasons of why I am not game for a fair. I used to love it in my youth, when it all seemed so jovial and festive. Today, however, all I think of is germs, germs, dirt and germs. And honestly, I am not a judgemental person, really I am not, but I do not get a "good feel vibe" from the carny crowd. As I watched one carny with a mothers eagle eye, and as scary a world as we live in today, I couldn't help but think that this life would be a perfect one to live if one were in some seedy underground of a criminal nature. I am not saying that all carnies are this, but I cannot help but think about it.
Aside from that fact, for 4 people to get into the fair it was 40 bucks! And unfortunately, as we didn't realize, this did not include tickets to ride the rides.

We paid an additional twenty dollars for a sheet of tickets which only allowed our three kids in attendance to ride only two rides each.

Rip off!!!! We paid an additional $15.00 to allow each of them to ride the pony ride, which lasted (on a good day) one minute.

And then it was, as I heard the "cha ching" in the bank account of useless and worthless spending that it all came rushing back....I HATE THE FAIR!!!!! Give me a fall festival (if you have ever read my blog, you would know that I am all about this) but you can have the fair.
If, and that is a big IF, there was a highlight of the fair, it was that I found love in the face of a goat.

I wanted more than anything to rescue him from a carni life and take him home to my backyard where he could spend the rest of his days eating grass and leaves in the comfort of my back yard.
But sadly, it was not to be. And so we returned home: broke, dirty and irritated. But, I have now put it behind me in the form of this post, which is much cheaper than a therapy session. Live, learn and move on.

Aside from my complaints of the fair, in all, a good weekend of celebrating and being grateful.

Life is good.