Here we go again...

Sorry about the brief hiatus. I am happy to be back to bore. It's funny how many ideas you can have to post about when you aren't blogging. And then when you sit down in front of the screen, nothing happens. My mind is a traitor.

We decided to go to the Stampede today. It was my bright idea. First we went to the zoo, and I thought it would be more fun to go to the Stampede instead. Jeff knew it wasn't going to be pretty down there, but he humored me. We drove down, and found out it was $15 to park. So I came up with my second bright idea of the day, which was to take the train. Jeff also humored me on this too. Jake had never been on the train before, so I thought it would be fun for him. It cost us $9 for both our fares round trip. It definitely would have been worth the extra $6 for the convienence of having the car. As much as I like getting crushed by strangers when I am already hot, sweaty, tired and cranky. No more public transportation for us.

Aside from the train debaucle, it wasn't too bad. Really busy, and really hot. Plus I had Daniel in the sling, and he is hot too. I think I burned about a thousand calories sweating my ass off on the pavement. At least I wasn't hauling Jake around too, since he was refusing to walk. Luckily, Daddy gave him the deluxe shoulder ride. It must be nice to be three. We can't win with him. If we would have dragged the stroller along, he would have wanted to walk, and we'd be pushing along an empty stroller, annoying the masses. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't.

Jeff pointed out just how dirty the carnies really are. Well, I guess maybe it isn't the carnies fault, but the people who design the games. Anyway, that game where you play basketball, and get the ball in the hoop? If you look at the net from the front, it looks fine. If you look at it from the side, the hoop is an oval. Really, really oval. I couldn't see how you could even get a ball to go in there. Dirtbags.