Friday, August 19, 2005


I was remiss in reporting our outings to the Ventura County Fair. We went twice and ate and played some games and ate and rode a couple rides and ate and looked at animals and ate. OK, so we ate. Required eating included Indian fry bread (fried dough smothered in butter, garlic and Parmesan), corndog, spiral fries (one whole potato cut into one giant spiral gob of deep fried goodness), caramel apple tower (alternating layers of sliced apples, caramel, whipped cream in a ginormous cup), popcorn (Gregg's must-have item even though it tastes days old). This year's winner for tastiest item was the hot apple crisp ala mode. Hot, appley goodness, crunchy crumbly sweetness for the crust, topped by ice cream and whipped cream. Had it with a nice cold milk. MMMMM... I love the fair.

The Girl enjoyed the animals almost as much as we did, especially the little burro that looked like Donkey from Shrek. Hubby is still enamored with the pygmy goats and I with the sheep. Sicko, get your mind out of the gutter. They are cute! The Girl rode a pony and thought it was neat.

Highlight for Grace though was the carousel. The first night at the fair it was closed for repairs (chicken wire and chewing gum, no doubt) for a couple hours so when we finally did go on it, it was nearing her bedtime. She smiled ear-to-ear the whole time, loving the wind in her face and the amazing speed (for a 2-yr-old it is pretty fast). Then it stopped and we had to get off. You would have thought I was cutting her fingers off at the knuckle. She SCREAMED!!! So the nice carney said she should just go again for free. Repeat screaming after it stopped the second time. Nice carney to the rescue again. The third time I told her the entire ride that her Daddy needed her because he missed her. She got off without a peep. Did you notice in the photos that every ride had to be on a different carousel animal?

I never thought I would say this, but that carney was just so nice.


Monkey loves Kitten said...

I love the pygmies too, the way they jump on each others' backs and just stand there. The guy on the bottom never seems to mind, either, so strange. They must have a climbing gene and nothing else to climb on. Poor kids. Ha ha! Get it? Kids?

Rose-Colored Beer Goggles said...

Gads, the joy in her face! Precious!

We pigged out on the usual - brats, mini donuts, roasted corn. Strangely, the deep fried twinkie man was missing.