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Tuesday, August 10, 2010 GOATS! I LOVE ME SOME GOATS!!!  The morning I was scheduled to leave for my beloved MI we went to the fair. We had a great time. Pudd'n enjoyed all the rides and he indulged in my love for goats. The baby goat in this picture was born just that morning. It was big enough to fit in my back pack; but my stick in the mud husband made me put it back.
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Thursday, August 05, 2010 No firemen were molested while taking these photos.  Ok, so no firemen were physically molested. In my mind's eye I was doing some very nasty things to them. Although I think I did visibly drool at one point. Where did I get to ogle firemen? My brother in law is one at SAFB. So of course my sister had to take me there to see where the hub worked. Sadly there was no pole for me to slide down and I wasn't allowed in where they slept. The fire trucks were awesome! I would have loved to taken one for a joy ride; but again, I wasn't in the mood for a body cavity search upon arrest.
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Tuesday, August 03, 2010 Meet the "Butter Bitch"  Me in front of Mr. Hottie goal tender's house.On my first day home my evil auntie took me pub crawling down town. In one of the local shops we spied "the butter girl". It is supposed to be used to butter your corn with out a mess. Well as you can see by the color & shape of it; we thought it looked like something you could get in a sex shop. Only instead of it being filled with butter, it is a battery operated pleasure device. We of course had to buy them and make rude comments about them over drinks. Then I got the bright idea of taking my butter bitch to one of my favorite goalies that lives a short distance from my evil auntie. I could knock on his door and ask him if I could butter his corn cob! We cackled over the idea as we toasted to our brilliance. My poor uncle just rolled his eyes at us and muttered under his breath that my flight departure wasn't soon enough for him when we stumbled home and told him of our idea. On my last day there we figured we'd "take the dogs for a walk" past said goalie's house. We snapped off a few pics and then high tailed it out of there. I was not in the mood for a cavity search if we had gotten arrested for stalking.
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