The Great Minnesota Get Together 2008
If you don't remember from previous years' posts, the Minnesota State Fair is kind of a big deal. We live within walking distance of the fair grounds, so since we have to put up with the noise (loud, LOUD concerts until late at night, but we only the bass and the crowd, none of the vocals or melody), the crowds, and the traffic, we figure we may as well go and have a good time. First stop is always the Miracle of Life barn where its OK to ogle people giving birth because they're not people, they're animals. Here is Keyton looking at a freshly minted baby lamb.
This is Keyton ogling a horse that was born a few years ago. The horse he is riding is not real. Its a crate with a saddle on it.
From top to bottom: Keyton wearing pig ears, Keyton petting a baby pig that looked like all it wanted to do was sleep, and Keyton and me checking out this year's winner of the Minnesota's Biggest Boar contest, Squeaky. Squeaky is not dead. He's doing what any of us would do if we weighed 1240 pounds-he's laying there, sweating, and charging people money to look at him.
Keyton spent 15 minutes playing in the display that shows how much food a cow eats each day. This is the 10 pounds of corn that a cow would eat if Keyton hadn't stuck his grubby mits in it.
We couldn't miss the yogurt eating contest. The rules are simple: everyone starts with a quart of vanilla yogurt. They say go. First person to empty their bucket wins. The dude in the hat made a valiant showing but a soccer mom out of the frame on the right beat him by 15 or 20 seconds. The kid with a buzzed head next to the young boy in the baseball hat took sixth place, but he also kept heaving as if he were about the vomit. Almost-vomiting boy got a big smile on his face when they gave him his ribbon, so I guess it was all worth it.
Next up was the cottage cheese eating contest. There was no way I was going to sign up but Lachelle kept prodding me until I was sitting on the fence. Then when I saw my competition I thought for sure I could finish in the top 6 and take home a ribbon. The kid in blue got his picture taken and was interviewed by National Geographic--no joke--so look for my white and gray shirt to show up in a NG magazine on newstands soon.
I was really worried about cutting my finger on the lid - you know when you try to slide your finger around the open part so the whole lid just pops off but the lid is sharp so it cuts you open. I didn't want that to happen so I took my time, figuring I could spare a second or two because my stomach was literally at least twice as big as the 9 year olds' around me.
I learned something about myself that day. I can enjoyably eat cottage cheese for about two or three heaping spoonfuls before the salty, curdy, whey-i-ness of it all starts get to me. I trudged on though, because I knew Keyton was counting on me to bring home the prize and bring honor to our family name.
End result - fourth place. Based on the powder pinkness of the ribbon, I should have eaten a little slower and gotten a more respectable yellow ribbon. This is going to hang on my office wall next to my diplomas. (By the way, the old man and woman--a husband and wife team-- in the left of the picture above went 1 and 2. The red headed woman next to me took third. The larger gentleman with the goatee disappointed everyone's expectations and didn't even place.)
Proud family. Lachelle never stopped laughing the entire time- the ordeal took about 10 minutes.
Giant slide. Keyton was a big fan.
Deep fat fried cheese curds and a corn dog so long it didn't fit in the picture.
Lachelle ate almost the entire footlong corndog by herself. The fetus ate the rest.
Cookies from Sweet Martha's.
Since we live close enough, we came home at noon and put Keyton down for a nap before heading back into the mayhem. Keyton was very excited about the stamp they put on his arm so he could get back in, even though he was free to begin with.