Fair Days Fair Days Dear old Golden Fair Days

I don’t know about where you’re from but here in Missouri we’ve been having some extremely warm days. I do believe the dawg days of summer are upon us. Maybe that should be dog days of summer… anyway… they’re here. I’m not sure how long they will stay though. I like the summer but I think 100 degrees is a bit excessive but I won’t complain because shortly winter will be upon us and we’ll all be wishing for warmer days.

When I was younger, one thing that signified that summer was coming to an end was Labor day, another was school starting and the third was the Lamar Free Fair. I started showing sheep when I was a freshman in high school and showed up until I was 21 which is the oldest you can show in FFA. My parents took me all over the country side showing sheep but once the Lamar Fair came, summer was drawing to a close. I’ve met a lot of great people and friends while showing that have lasted into adulthood.

So one day this last week I got a message via facebook from a friend asking if I wanted to come up and judge leadline at the Lamar Fair. Then later that afternoon I got a text from a number that I didn’t recognize asking the same thing. Turns out it was the same person, they still had my cell number but that’s another story. Anyway I checked with hubby to make sure we didn’t have any plans; make sure he hadn’t volunteered us to do something else. He said we were free and clear for the evening, so I said I’d come up and judge leadline.

When we got to the fair the Fat stock sale was going on so we went up and walked around the square where they hold the carnival portion of the fair, then we went back down to the barn and sat and chatted with old friends. It’s crazy that a lot of the people I grew up showing livestock with are either in their late career of showing (some weren’t even born when I started showing) and others have children of their own.

Once the sale was over, they set up for leadline and then 2 other girls (one of whom I showed with/agaisnt) and I judged the leadline show. In leadline the kids dress in at least 20% wool and lead sheep around to promote the sheep industry and the wool industry and show the versatility of wool. There were 4 divisions of leadline, tiny tots that were ages 2-7, juniors ages 8-10, intermediate 11-15 and seniors 16+ (to 21).

Once leadline was over I wanted to run back up to the square and get a few photos you can only get at carnivals… Then it was time to head home and crash. Can you believe I made it past 10pm. These days that seems to be about my max. We got home at 12. You know you’ve gotten home and gone to bed later than normal when your normal tv programs you watch going to sleep have gone off air and others have come on in their place…

btw, I used my phone to help me write this blog post via the blogger app. I edited my photos with the photofy app. It’s an app I had to download for one of my classes this semester and I’d never played with it before so I thought it might be fun. I should have paid the 99 cents to get rid of the photofy watermark on my photos… but anyway, enjoy the fair!

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The County Fair

This summer has been really crazy, especially with the addition of our beautiful bundle of joy! Baby girl was born the 26th of June which put her here in time to take to our county fair. She made her first visit to the county fair at 14 days old (2 weeks exactly).

There are those people who have their stories that always take them back to the county fair. They were kids who were able to grow up at the county fair. And while I was in 4-H starting around the age of 10, I never really partook in the county fair. I showed at the horse show which wasn’t during the big part of the fair and that was usually the extent of going to the fair. Every once in a while my dad would pick me up on his lunch hour and take me out to see what was going on, then took me back to whoever I was staying with (grandma or babysitter). But I never really got the chance to show there until I got in FFA.

As a Freshman in high school I joined the FFA. I always wanted to be in FFA so I knew that was where I needed to be. When the FFA teacher/adviser started talking about FFA Projects I knew that of course I’d use the horses but I wanted more of a challenge. I went home and talked to my parents and told them I really wanted to show cattle. I had ever since I was in 4-H but never got the chance. My dad traveled for work and then when we moved they said a cow couldn’t live in a 12×12 box stall. Our new place didn’t have fences at the time.

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My Husband’s Bracelet

So when I started talking to my husband and invited him out to dinner all those years ago (wow I make that sound like it was a really long time ago… only 5 years…). I told him that we had to dress up at least like business casual. He said, I should tell you something about myself. Um… okay?? He said, I wear this bracelet and I refuse to take it off.

A bracelet? That’s all that you’re worried about? I don’t care. But I am curious… what is it? Why is it so important? Again I didn’t care, I was just curious.

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Repost – Our Story Part 3

Repost from June 23, 2010

Part 1 Here 
Part 2 Here

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So thinking back to a year ago, the next few days get a little hazy because I was on day 2 of no sleep. Add in there the fact that the night before lead to a lot of “talking” through text messages if you want to call it that because I couldn’t speak to this person on the phone without one or the other of us yelling at each other.

So now we are at the Tuesday after Father’s Day and still no sleep and still beating myself up over all the turmoil. Then it really starts, I get emails from the guys sister. Oh Joy… Me, I ignored them. It was best that way. She was just stirring up more trouble than any of this was worth.

***Ok so the next bit of information, is a little off topic, but it is important to the rest of the story so I need to break in to inform you of some information!***

I mentioned yesterday that most of my friends had moved on with their lives. Well I eventually made new friends that I hung out with a lot. The best part about this was I’m a country girl and well, they weren’t country… but we got along GREAT! These friends on the other hand were techy’s. And what do Techy’s have? Techy’s have iPhones! And what did I have? A Pantec Duo.

Repost – Our Story Part II

Repost from June 22, 2010.
Part 1 Here

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So 1 year ago today I came to work a walking zombie. I went almost an entire night without sleep. Why you may ask (especially for someone who LOVES sleep…)…? Because damage had been done in a relationship. A relationship I had put 5 1/2 years of my life into. Now that’s a lot of time, I don’t care who you are. A mis-understanding, mis-communication and a lot of gossiping behind my back and what did I get, 5 1/2 years of my life down the drain…

OR SO I THOUGHT!!!

Ok so think about it, I was only 25, one month away from my 26th birthday. That’s not real old but it’s not real young either depending on how you look at it. Now if you are a 50 year old, yeah 25 seems like a young whipper snapper, if you are 10, 25 seems old. It’s just point of view. So keep this in mind!When I graduated high school, I thought my parents were going to have to force me out of the house to go to college. I was so wishy washy on where I wanted to go and at that time I was dating a guy and he was younger so it was difficult. I wound up going an hour from home to college. Far enough away I had to live in the dorms, but close enough I could come home on weekends. That relationship dispersed and I made it through with time but had decided that “Boys Suck” so I wasn’t going to deal with them.

My parents ALWAYS supported my decision in anything I wanted to do and anywhere I wanted to go. At one time I thought I wanted to live in New York City. I grew up on a farm in rural Missouri and I thought it would be something different and fun and exciting. I eventually talked myself out of it but had I gone through with it, they’d have backed me 100%. Then further in college I thought well I’ll go be an Ag. Teacher in Texas. At that time there was a position opened in Ft. Worth, one city I love. I eventually decided against that as well. It really didn’t suit me either. So basically what you can see is I was wishy washy. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do. In fact I’m still not 100% sure… To me, those who don’t dream, they just rot away!

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Educated Vote

Okay, so this is an interesting post and one I’ve been wanting to write/post but trying to decide how to actually word it has been a bit tricky. I’m not really sure how many people from Missouri actually read my blog so I’m going to touch on Missouri but also touch on a more broad sense too, so bear with me please.

First off, let me state that I’m not big on discussing politics with people. People can get extremely heated (myself included) so I just avoid that conversation most times, but at the same time, I try to keep myself educated so if I do find myself in that situation I can keep up :). Or else I’ll simply say I’m sorry I don’t have an opinion and move on. So know that I’m not here to tell you how to vote if you happen to be from Missouri! Keep that in mind!

So hi, I’m Nicole and I grew up on a Family Farm. In fact, it’s small time, we have outside jobs to support the farm. Sadly we do not make our living as farmers although I always wanted to be a farmer when I grew up.

Tomorrow August 5th, there is an Amendment that is being presented to Missouri constitution that involves farming regulations. There are signs up all over that say Vote Yes on Amendment 1. But there are a lot of people who are against this also who are saying Vote No on Amendment 1. I’m not here to tell you how to vote, that’s for sure. I have done my research and I know exactly how I’m voting. Ask me, I’ll tell you, but I have done my research and I have reason behind my vote.

Politics are a crazy thing. A politician will “stand” for one thing but if they have someone come in as a monetary supporter that wants them to go the other direction, sadly for the right price they can be bought. Facts are facts.

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