I try to help cover the fair as much as possible every year, that being said, I also have a child in 4-H.
She shows horses which makes it a tad easier, as the main day I am too busy is Friday. The horse show, however, is the longest of all the shows.
The fair has some memorable events every year, never fails...
Wednesday and Friday, there were run-away horses we helped catch. There is a run away animal EVERY year!
Thursday (Ashley finds this story hilarious), I was covering the Little Tuggers Tractor Pull. My girls were on the bleachers alone, when a man (who looked familiar) came up and was talking to them. This concerned me a little.
Then this man started taking pictures and videos of numerous little kids. This concerned me even more.
This is when Ashley showed up. She sat beside me and made a comment about needing a picture of Pete Ricketts. I said something to the effect of, “Oh, where is he?” She said, “Here.”
I then said to her, “Who is this man, he was talking to my kids, and he’s been videoing lots of kids, he’s kind of a creeper.”
Ashley starts laughing, “That would be our governor!” I replied with a laugh saying I thought he looked familiar.
In my defense, it can be very hard to recognize someone when you are not expecting to see them.
Friday was horse show day. I wake up a bundle of nerves for my daughter. She does an incredible job showing horses and walked away with three purple ribbons and trophies again this year!
It is a long, hot day, luckily, there was a bit of a breeze making it a little more bearable. I managed to miss a little spot on the back of my neck with sunscreen and it was red!
I ran home after the horse show to shower and make myself more presentable, before heading back to the fairgrounds to help cover the concert.
It was a good concert, but the attendance was low. I decided to stay in our camper that night as it was late, hot, and I had a horse to attend to at the end of the night and first thing in the morning.
After the concert and a little socializing, I headed to the camper set everything inside, including my phone, car keys, etc.
I was getting ready for bed and went to the bathhouse. When I went back to my camper, the door was locked, and the keys were inside...
Fast forward an hour or so and a spare key arrived. However, it was for a little side door which happens to lead to a laundry shoot, which I crawled through to get back into the camper.
I believe I finally got to bed after 2 a.m. Welcome to my life, only I can pull off such shenanigans. This has made it possible for me to laugh at myself on a daily basis. What else can you do?
Saturday morning came far too soon, as I said I had a horse to attend to and he likes to act like he is starving in the morning. I took care of him and went to pick up Karys, so we could help in concessions.
Luckily, the rest of that day and the fair were fairly quiet, as far as shenanigans go.
Sunday was the epic water fight that ensues every year. It is a tradition, as the kids are exhausted and SO hot. They love it!
Once the stalls were all cleaned up, which is a hot, yucky job, we got to go home.
By the time we get home it’s all we can do to keep our eyes open. I have to at least, stay awake long enough to eat the delicious prime rib sandwich from the Cattleman, and to do dishes and laundry.
The shower you take at the end of the fair feels better than any shower ever!
Once we are all clean and cool, it’s time to fall into bed, and to slip into the deep sleep that comes after hard work!
Here’s to next year.
*** side note - as I was preparing to take the camper and shut the slide in a hurry, I didn't realize the bedroom door was open and heard a loud noise, opened the slide again and realized I broke the doorknob clean off.
Thursday after meeting Pete Rickett's I saw the sheriff walking his bulldog, we went up and pet him, etc. found out later his dog died 30 seconds after we pet it...
Also that night a woman had fallen into a hole and her foot was stuck so I ran to get Dr.'s, then I ran to get a shovel to dig her foot out. Then I ran to get a bag of ice... it took me an hour to recover from the running...
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