Weary-Eyed Weekend Gone Awry

OK, I’ll admit it. Right now. Up front. I’m having a pity party for myself right now. Yes, it is “poor me” time, so you can stop reading now if you’re looking for an uplifting pick me up. It’s not happening here. Not on my watch anyway. You see I’m really good at feeling sorry for myself. I mean, really good at it!

What do I have to feel sorry about? Where to start? Yes, as of this moment, I do have my health. My children are both healthy and sort of well-adjusted. My stomach is full and I’m lying in my bed with the covers pulled up. I am truly blessed. I know that in my heart, yet that sunny, happy disposition is alluding me this weekend. The silver lining, the glass half-full thing isn’t doing it for me. The stars are not aligning today.

So if you’ve gotten this far you may be asking yourself so what has gotten this rambling woman on a pessimistic, woe-is-me bent this windy, rainy evening. Well, here is my top three list of peeves of the weekend – one for each day. I figure if I write them all down, I can move past them and as Scarlet O’Hara once said, “Tomorrow is another day.” (And I hope it is better than this one!)

Friday Peeve # 1: My hubby took Friday off to go on a bird hunting weekend with his nephew. I took Friday off to get a handle on the chaos that is called our home – dusting, vacuuming, laundry, throwing away clutter, moving piles of crap from one room to another. You got the idea. I did make a noticeable dent in the disarray – the living room does look nice for the moment and I did get in a 45-minute nap, but I have to admit, that I’m still slightly, bitterly, passive-aggressively angered that he never takes days off to “clean house.”

Saturday Peeve # 2: The day started off good in that I did wake up, but then I got out of bed. I dressed in my favorite jeans and BGSU sweat-shirt; the girls and I were headed to a tailgate party with my parents. As I was fastening the orange and brown fused glass pendant that my mother made me for my birthday around my neck it slipped from my fingers and the metal hook broke away from the pendant. Sigh – warning sign # 1 to go back to bed.

Next, as the girls brushed their teeth and looked for their DS (in case they got bored), I headed out to the van to clean out any trash left behind. I noticed my five-year-old had left behind her slushy cup on the floor. Frowning, I picked it up and realized it was half full. I realized this as the bottom fell out of the foam cup and soaked my suede boots, jeans and sweatshirt with half-frozen mountain dew. So much for the perfect outfit. But even more horrifying my beloved, iPhone was in my pocket and it too was coated in the sticky, sweet concoction. At this point I must say I let out a string of explicatives, and yes, one of them happened to be the “f” word. Yes, this was warning #2 to go back to bed. You’d think I’d take the hint. But, no….we headed to the tailgate party and game where I ate entirely too much food and listened to my oldest daughter whine about how hungry she was, but how she didn’t ‘like’ anything there was to eat. We ended up leaving before the game even started – which – wasn’t so bad as shortly after we made it back to the car it started to rain. So I guess if I were looking for bright sides (which I’m really not) at least I averted a second drenching of the day.

Sunday Pet Peeve #3: My daughter wanted to go to a rabbit show to sell a couple of rabbits from her last litter and look for a dwarf hotot. I’d been looking for someone to teach my Sunday school class without success. My daughters were bummed about missing the show. As luck would have it (or not), we got a text from our hunters saying they were headed home early because it was too rainy. We now had our substitute Sunday school teacher (he only had to play a DVD so he was good), we hurried to load up the rabbits and make it to the show before registration ended. Yes – we were running behind as usual (due to the snooze button). As I loaded one of the rabbits into the carrier, she bit my wrist – hard enough to draw blood. This was warning #1 to go back to bed. Finally, we had everything loaded, Waze programmed to our destination and we headed out.

Not familiar with how to get to the rabbit show location, I was paying more attention to the lovely GPS voice and the fighting in the back seat than to my speed. Unfortunately the nice officer that pulled me over for going 68 in a 55 and gave me $125 ticket was paying attention. Sigh. Yes, warning #2 was upon me and still I pressed on. We made it to the show and got set up. The show was crowded and loud. Not good for a woman who is deaf in one ear, fuming over a stupid, speeding ticket and at her rope’s end with her children who were still “hungry” after just eating McDonald’s. Three hours later, we still had all the rabbits we’d come with, a new carpet square thing-a-ma-jig to pose the rabbits on, and I had a migraine. As we headed home (early as I couldn’t take it anymore), my oldest was bummed because we didn’t buy a dwarf hotot, even though we found one and the youngest was starving and thirsty. And I still had a headache…

In fact, I can still feel it there in the back of my skull, so for now, I am going to go to bed – that place I should never have left…and hope tomorrow brings, well, I don’t know what exactly. Mostly, I hope the rabbit bite on my wrist doesn’t get infected and my headache is gone in the morning….

Ok, the violins have stopped playing. The party is over. Good night!

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Fun (?) At The County Fair

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Fun Times!

Our week-long County Fair ended last Thursday. I am still recuperating from the fun of it all and trying lose the extra five pounds I gained from the vast array of “treats” I indulged in, because ‘Hey, it only comes around once a year…”

The county fair is kind of a ‘big deal’ around here. All the school kids in the county actually get an extra day off school just to attend even though they already have the entire weekend including Labor Day to go. The reason being that in a farming community a good portion of the kids are in 4-H or FFA and are showing animals that they supposedly need to take care of (I’m not implying the animals aren’t actually being cared for, but I saw a lot of parents in the barns ‘helping out’ including myself – I’ll get to that in a bit).

When you live in the of nowhere there aren’t a lot of big events to look forward to – we aren’t exactly a cultural mecca, but that’s OK. The fair in and of itself really is kind of, well almost fun.This past fair has most notably been one of our family’s best which is in sharp contrast to last year’s experience, which while it could be considered a “learning” experience wasn’t one of our better fairs.

You see last year was my  daughter’s first year she was old enough to be in 4-H and take an animal to the fair. She was so excited! At the previous year’s fair, she’d gone through the various barns trying to figure out what animal she’d want to take. She landed on rabbits. This was fine by me. I could actually help her with this project, they were small and cute. Perfect and when I found she could take a breed rabbit and not actually have to breed it, I was even happier with her choice. So that spring we got her first rabbit and all the accompanying rabbit stuff (more stuff than you would think). She spent the next three months, doting on and spoiling the little guy.

A month and a half before the fair, my husband treated the bunny with Frontline as a flea preventative while he was treating all our barn cats. Unfortunately, for the rabbit, my daughter and my pocketbook, Frontline is toxic to rabbits. After several weeks of giving him IV fluids, hand feeding, and vet visits, the poor little guy went to rabbit heaven. My daughter was devastated because now not only was her little pet gone, she also couldn’t show at the fair. The deadline to have the project rabbit in her possession had already passed, so even though she got another rabbit, it wasn’t eligible to go to the fair. My heart broke for her as she watched all her friends and club mates show their rabbits. She handled it well though, and I was proud of her.

This year we didn’t make the “one” rabbit mistake again. We had a whole garage full of the furry beasties. She took both a market and a breed project. We actually had two litters of rabbits. They are quite cute. She ended up taking five to the fair and coming home with two first place ribbons, a third place, fourth place and fifth place ribbon and the Reserve Champion Breed Rabbit. She could not have had a better experience. You couldn’t wipe the smiles off any of our faces the whole day.

But the fair drug on for four more days after the rabbit judging. We did the rides (or the girls did and I stood watching and sweating in the hot sun – still better than being subjected to the Freak Out, Orbiter or Zipper – although I might not have gained those extra pounds if I had). We played the carnival games and the girls brought home a gold fish, which died three days later (after I bought fish food, etc.). We visited the smelly rabbit and poultry barn two to three times a day (I swear it is the chickens stinking up the joint) and watered, fed, and cleaned bedding. I started questioning bringing five rabbits to the fair by the second day when my daughters watched the rabbits, while I scooped…umm…used bedding. And we ate the junk food (I mentioned that once or twice didn’t I?) – shakes, funnel cakes, fries, cotton candy, caramel corn, pop corn… I’m starting to get hungry just thinking about it. Good thing it doesn’t come around again until next year or I would weigh 500 pounds!

Do you go to your county fair? What’s your favorite part?