MN State Fair: No Place for a Jogging Stroller

If you are reading this and thinking, as we did, that your bike trailer that converts into a jogging stroller seems like the perfect companion for Minnesota's Great Get-together (with it's sun/rain hood and pockets to carry snacks and water) do yourself a favor and think again.

The plan looked good on paper, but we forgot that the site of all those people and things on-a-stick renders most fair-goers ignorant of their feet. People were tripping over the front wheel at every turn and one tween nearly fell into the stroller while we were stopped.

So this year's State Fair trip elapsed in two parts. Part One: Ballad of the Obnoxious Stroller, began like this:






We made one detour to the dairy building to recreate a photo from last year:







Then returned to the car to get rid of that stroller and returned for Part Two: Stroller Be-Gone.

Part two was much more fun and included an amazing fish taco, burger and fries, ice cream, pretzel, and Joe chugging two servings of all-you-can-drink milk (which he wouldn't want me to remark was "udderly delicious") and then one glass of chocolate milk for me, but only one photo, which appears above.

The "Intruder"

While driving down our street last weekend we noticed the usual suburban ornaments — our neighbor's lawn windmill, the black decorative street lights that invade my bedroom with light at night, the giant trampoline near the stop sign — and then we saw something new, an RV called "The Intruder," parked in front of our neighbor's house.

It looked like this: Intruder picture.

I guess it's the RV for the horribly annoying guest.

Seriously, who names an RV "The Intruder?"

Nickle and Dimed

Most of our junk mail heads to the recycle bin without a second glance. But every once and a while something like this comes along:



Yes, this is a letter from a charitable organization containing a real nickle. A nickle it's own envelope is telling me can help save these children:



So then why, Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, did you give me a nickle, then pay postage to send that nickle to me?

Giving away money seems like a strange way to raise money, but maybe that's just me.

Things You Can Do With A Macalester Education

Joe received this in the mail today from his Alma Mater:



They clearly have been thinking about him.

How I love my husband (name).