The most amazing attribute of the fair is that IT HAS NOT CHANGED in the past eight years since we last visited or really since we were kids. One visit has the ability to flash a person back to the boy crazy teen years, the years with iron stomachs where we would ride every ride multiple times until closing time or the days when my sister and I still went with my parents and our dad would play games and win us sawdust-filled stuffed animals with a lifespan of about four days.

The entire time I was trying to get a good shot of this lady, I kept thinking, “Do llamas spit? Or is that just camels?”

The last time I really remember caring about attending the Western Idaho Fair when I was a boy crazy teenage girl trolling for the 1992 version of Justin Bieber. Back then, it was all about rides and boys. Funny how things change. As adults (especially hungover ones, after my birthday night out), it was all about fair food and animals for Belén. We inhaled all food items (Chorizo sliders from the Basque booth, corn-on-the-cob from the Mountain Rescue booth and ProntoPups) before the camera could be brought out, but we got plenty of pictures of the animals.

So what Andy’s trip means is that I gotta step up my game. I have to figure out how to fit in work, exercise, getting myself ready, getting Belén ready, day care drop off, day care pick up, dinner, laundry, groceries, flower watering, mail getting, dishes, picking up the house, playing with the animals, playing with Belén, feeding the animals, paying bills, you get the picture…IT WILL BE A BUSY WEEK!

I am playing around with some different photo album options for WordPress to don’t mind that each post is displaying photos a little differently. Here are some photos from our camping trip over the July 4th holiday weekend. We had a fabulous time with our friends and family in the beautiful Idaho wilderness. Oh and [...]

We quickly started to wonder what the catch was so when we saw this sign only a few hundred yards from our wonderful campsite it started to make a bit more sense.

I almost forgot my favorite part of RedBubble. As an amateaur photographer, not only can you look at the photos of the pros but it is also a very reasonable place to purchase photos for the walls of your home in the form of prints, calendars, cards, etc. AKA, GREAT GIFT SHOPPING.

Poor thing, she was tired though and we did feel bad about that. But let’s be honest, we had had a couple of beers ourselves so we felt less bad than maybe we should have.

So every time I start to spend brain cycles on Belén’s lack of coherent verbal thoughts I start to wonder if maybe she is a Zippy. She lets a word or two slip out now and again and once she sees our reaction, she knows she is using it correctly, so perhaps she files it away inside her 98th percentile-sized brain for a future complete sentence.

As we got closer Ray kept saying everything was going to be okay while I kept saying, “I don’t know if I can go around him.” We both ended up being correct as Erin and Ray passed the bulls and I promptly turned my bike around and started going back up the hill again. I started wondering what exactly I thought I was going to accomplish with this and forced myself to turn around and face the bulls. Meanwhile, Ray was talking to the bull telling him to ignore me and pay attention to him.