I’m impossibly behind in blogging. I blame it on a combination of the difficulty of getting my photos online, and of my not being physically around to do it. I’ve just returned from a 2-week road trip, and with any luck, I’ll be able to cover that trip on here even if it’s by way of a series of picture-book photos with one-liner descriptions.

At some point in the past, on some day, Mr. W and I went to the Los Angeles County Fair. It’s been so long, the event has taken on almost a dream-like quality. *checking calendar* Okay, that was on our last furlough day, September 16. I remember it was furlough day because I’d texted Jordan a photo of us at the Fair and she’d texted back, “Don’t you ever work?!” And I had to explain to her it was an involuntary day off without pay to stave off lay-offs. She didn’t seem to feel sorry for me at all.

These are all Mr. W’s photos. He was testing out his new camera, an upscale Canon that boasts all the features of a digital SLR without the extra lenses to carry around, which he bought cuz he was jealous of my new Nikon SLR. As usual, rest mouse pointers over photos for captions.

The Fair had carnival rides!

The Fair had deep-fried foods! I sent this particular photo to blogger buddy Flat Coke & Flies, my Tennessee girlie who’s a fan of the oil-dunked edibles. I also sent her another sign that pictured deep-fried avocados, smores, zucchinis, and entire White Castle burgers. She thought it looked irresistable and wanted to know which item I’d tried. Deep-fried Oreos? Deep-fried Twinkies? I couldn’t bring myself to try any of them!

Just looking at those fried foods and smelling the grease made me feel so guilty, I got a kosher hot dog and giant turkey leg instead. I know, it’s not exactly a salad, but at least these items were grilled. Plus, Mr. W and I split both.

The day got so unbearably hot and sunny that we both bought hats. I’d been looking for a good hat for years, trying to decide on a fitting style, and it takes desperation to just grab the nearest one that’ll go around my head.


I also petted all sorts of barnyard animals. They don’t look exactly like the cartoon ones in the storybooks, so I had to ask a few times what I was petting. The baby goats were particularly cute…there were 2 that were only a week or so old.


The teenage goats were friendly, too. They liked to be lightly scratched on their heads, where their antlers (are they called antlers on goats?) were coming in. I imagine it’s like teething.

And then there were these fuzzy things. They look like muppet characters to me. Turned out they’re chickens. Are chickens normally this fuzzy? Where the hell have I been? I don’t expect them to look like KFC, but still.

Not shown, I also petted a very nice cow. She was so serene and friendly, leaning against my hand as I caressed her through the pen at the McDonald’s section. How sick and wrong is that, right?! McDonald’s exhibit with two grown cows, and signs on the rails that talk about how beef is processed. I comforted myself thinking that this must be the exhibit cow, and not the hamburger cow. I also decided I really, really want to be Vegan.

This isn’t food (that I know of), but I thought the pair was adorable. A kangaroo mommy and her little joey! I’ll end this food post on that non-food non-dreary note.