Renaissance Festival

I thought Tami was going to do a post on the Renaissance Festival but I guess she hasn't had time.  It was the first time I had ever been to one.  Tami used to go to the one in Moscow, Idaho and it was just a bunch of hippies selling arts and crap but on a very small scale.  We have been hearing how great the Ren festival is here and that everyone should go because it is a lot of fun.

 Let's start out with people watching.  It was the absolute best people watching ever.  I can't even start to explain how weird people are at this place.  I got tired of hearing My Lady, My Lord, etc.  I can't believe that grown ups actually speak that way without laughing.  Oh yeah, and every plus sized lady with boobs had them squishing out of the top of whatever they were wearing.  If that wasn't sexy enough, the hairy arm pits topped it off.  And if that wasn't enough, the smell of the costumes had to get you going. 

The kids wanted to go on rides but every one of them was home made and had some type of leather straps holding them together.  I'm sure the quality control was outstanding but they were just trying to make it look dangerous.  Needless to say, they did not go on any rides.

Everyone out there was trying to sell something.  I felt like I was walking in downtown Denver with all the beggars.  The only difference is that we got to pay $25 per adult ticket to have them do it.  One poor guy tried to sell us some pickles.  It was hilarious, Tami actually said, "Oh gross" (out loud) before she could catch herself.  The guy was extremely dirty and smelled really bad (part of the act I'm told) and Tami just couldn't hold it in.

A lot of people had a funny smell to them.  The incense didn't quite cover the smell that they had.  I couldn't quite place my finger on the smell.  One time when I went to work with a detective friend of mine, one of the ladies took me to a special locked up closest and showed me these green balls of grass or something like that.  It smelled very similar to that.  I'm sure it was just the local plants out there.

We stayed for about two hours.  We had to eat a smoked turkey leg and an elephant ear.  To get those we had to listen to some guy say, "Thank thee me lady" to Tami.  Tami took some pictures of several people and we will post them.  Be forewarned, you aren't seeing the half of it with the pictures.  You must go and experience it for yourself.

Our Own Personal Glee

Well not exactly.  Elias had his Fall Festival Choir performance.  They had all the choirs that are in feeder schools to Oak Ridge High School and all the ORHS choirs perform.  It was a fun night.  The HS choirs were especially awesome.  The Men's choir was so good and definitely inspired E to want to keep singing.  For some reason I can't get the best "Glee"-like performance to upload.  Maybe it's for the better! 





PS. It finally worked.  Here's the most "animated" one.

Made Tami's Day/Week/Year?

I can't believe it is already happening to me.  We were at church today and someone admitted that when we walked into church for the first time, he thought I had four boys and an older daughter that just didn't quite fit into the family.   Yes, you guessed it.  That daughter was Tami.  He was not joking about it either.  He was really trying to figure out how everyone fit in the family.  I know she was young when we got married but she is only two years younger than I am.  I am going to blame it on good genes.  Her mom and dad  both look much younger than they are.  I tried to blame it on the wonderful lifestyle that her graying husband provided for her, but having four boys makes that impossible.  Living stress free like she does must help out quite a bit.  (If you don't know Tami, she stresses out about everything and I don't stress about much of anything)  So that can't be it either.  I actually took it as a complement too.  I always joked with Tami that when we were older, people would mistake her for my daughter.  I guess that time is now.  It came much earlier than I thought.  The good thing is, I can still have a trophy wife when I am in my 60's and it will be the same person that I will have been married to for 40 years.  It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't rubbing into my face the whole time.  She is feeling pretty good about herself right now.  She was always confident but now she is downright arrogant about it.  I guess that is the price you must to pay to have a trophy wife.