I have looked high and low for that song (and by “high and low” I mean on my program where I buy my MP3′s – yes, buy) and I cannot seem to find it anywhere!

Anyway, Saturday was… a mess.

I was supposed to have a fair. You know, it was one of those things where I got up at 5.15am and showered and dressed then dragged everyone else out of bed (took me a half an hour to get Steve up, reminiscent of only Sunday mornings; how it is that he can get up every day at that time or earlier for work relatively without problems then sleep for 12 hours and not be able to get up on a Sunday morning at 9 or 9.30 is beyond me) and loaded up the Jeep and trailer with candles and the tent and tables and shelving and other various supplies, piled everyone in, left, stopped at a gas station for much needed ice and wake-me-ups (aka Mountain Dew), drove an hour, and then…

…Got rained out.

So, that was totally a first. We sat there as the rain poured down and the people stood around with their thumbs… well, they stood around and kept saying they were waiting to see what they should do about said rain and… did I mention it started to lightning as well? I had said that rain was one thing, but lightning? Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. Take me home now! Of course, if we had set up, besides losing my foot to the mud, I know there would not have been any shoppers. So, yes, I was glad to see it cancelled. Dang tornadoes.

They are supposed to call me this week with their make-up date but you know what? It sucks a bit. I am busy every weekend from this second until eternity. Or, more accurately 2007. Seriously. I have a living history thing I want to attend next week, then my great-aunt and uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary (“dinner & dancing”), FIVE craft fairs in a row, ohhh maybe I could pencil you in on November 18th, but then I have THREE more fairs in a row, a family Christmas celebration (that’s always the 23rd), and then… heh, New Year’s Eve weekend! So, who wants November 18th? Anyone? My time is precious. Speak up!

We then proceeded to go to not one, but TWO farm supply stores. I hate those places. I’m dragged into them and then I have to deal with the whiny kid and the hungry adolescant while HE gets to shop. Heck, I don’t force him to shop, why must I go in these places? :P Well, that’s beside the point.

Returning home, we unloaded everything but the candles (that were safe in the dry Jeep).

You know, a day like this makes me wish I had one of those meters over my head like in that all-addicting game, The Sims (or The Sims 2). I deserve some body points after a day like this. Maybe charisma, too. But I’ll take some body points, that would be nice.

We soon headed out again where Steve looked at his parents’ air conditioner… shot. Then he was supposed to look at his grandma’s stove because she smells gas… nice. /sarcasm. But she wasn’t home. Instead we took pictures of the old barn (they’re looking to sell it, anyone want to buy a barn for resurrection/restoration or to build a new house?) and the cows and horses and the pond that – heck, I’ve never seen the thing so low. It was unreal. Mud from the rains all around it, but it was still in that cracked formation you get when you’ve not had enough rain for quite a while.

Leaving Sarah back at her house, we returned home and I curled up in the chair with a Pay-Per-View movie I know I shouldn’t have gotten — “Just My Luck.” Feels like me these days. I’m still trying to figure out who stole my luck, because, you know, as far as my knowledge goes, I haven’t kissed any guys lately and Steve’s not any the luckier, so…? Explain that one to me? Hmmm… you think I could be a sleepkisser? Okay, ignore that, that doesn’t even make sense.

Well, the nicest part of it all? Elijah slept through the whole thing – the first time. When it was on the second he woke up, and, strange as it is, the part where all the bubbles are coming out of the washer totally freaked him out and he started screaming. I knew then it was time for him to go back to bed and when I asked him if he wanted his bath he said, “no, go bed.” So there you have it, folks. Want your kids to go to bed without a fight? Threaten them with a bath. This apparently works on water loving kids, too, like my E.

Hmmm… I guess I’m off to bed… finally. Can you believe it? I’ve only even spent enough time to upload one of my photos from today. One!

Red Clover

More later… of course!