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Monday, September 6, 2010

Fair...to say...

We went to the Nebraska State Fair. We always go. At least one day of the fair, we go and then we wonder why we go. But we go because it is tradition and we have fun together as a family. This year it was in Grand Island for the first time in 141 years. It has always been in Lincoln prior to that. It was weird walking around and not recognizing the area or set up at all. It made me think about how we really did get into the same pattern of how we walked around the grounds and what we looked at. It just wasn't the same. For instance... Where were the little pens where you can pet the goats and feed the llamas, goats and sheep? We always did that . Where were the big fish tanks that have the game and parks fish displays in them? We always looked at those. Where were the horses in their stalls? Didn't ever see them. I am sure that all this stuff was there somewhere but it was just so different and possibly part of our "tradition" is the sameness of where things were and how we walked around because this didn't feel the same. I felt lost and a little confused. Or maybe that is my age... On the plus side we drove to Grand Island from Lincoln in about the same amount of time that we usually sat in the long line over the viaduct on 27th Street waiting to enter the fair when it was in Lincoln. Bryan got to eat his Grater Tater for the year. We got to eat a turkey leg and try Honey Ice Cream. And we got to go to the fair one more time with Ashley before she leaves. (You are going to get a lot of that until they actually leave, sorry, but it is just how life is.) The weather was amazing. Listening to the girls laugh, talk and tell stories is worth the heat, cost and time. You can't put a price or limit of time on that. So bring on the food on a stick.
Bobbi "driving" the National Guard truck
again, Bobbi.
After I took this one of the uniformed men came and sort of hung around just staring at us. So I said hello, Bryan said hello and Bobbi asked him a question. We tried to be polite and ask stuff but it just wasn't working so we moved on.
The end of the day, at a horse show, waiting for it to start.
Bobbi, Jayme and Ashley
Probably, and I don't mean to brag here but...Probably the most amazing, funny, loving, fun girls ever. 
Glad we took the time to go to the fair. Just to spend the day with these three.

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