Please Summer, Don't Go!

I have two good – or at least possibly bordering on adequate – reasons why the blog has not be touched in two weeks:

Number one : Summer is almost over! We have been desperately trying to shove as much warm weather activities into our days as humanly possible, before we are forced by Mother Nature to expose our Tesfu to the cold, harsh reality that is a MN winter.

This month alone we have:
- Made best friends with the gorillas at Como Zoo (or at least, what I assume is best friends, because Tesfu talks about them A LOT;
- Watched the horses run at Canterbury Park (run, horse, run!) while munching on $1 hot dogs;
- Went to a Twins game where thanks to one bored little girl who tired of the game, but will never tire of a good wet-wipe and a surface to rub, we sat in the cleanest seats the Metrodome has ever seen;
- Perused the Great MN Get Together, also known as the Great Eat-Too-Much,Step-In-Horse-Poop,Sweat-Your-Water-Weight-Gone Get Together, where we tromped through every barn, reconfirming on many occasions that yes, every animal does indeed have a butt. What is it with 2 year olds and rear ends? (oh- and p.s. – even though you promise your child there will be animals at the fair, no, there will not be any gorillas, much to her dismay);
- And finally, we took a little weekend trip for a STAR motorcycle gathering to the great state of nothing but corn, a.k.a. IA. Well, corn and a particular orange motorcycle that Tes was fairly insistent that Daddy must must bring home, because, well, it is orange, and orange apparently is the best color of all. Mommy disagreed, much to both Tesfu and Daddy’s chagrin.

We are wrapping up our ‘Please Summer, Don’t Go!’ extravaganza this weekend with an impromptu camping trip, since Kefelen’s family has so graciously invited us to tag along with them. Though, to be honest, I am a little afraid of the restroom situation at the campsite, because campsite bathrooms are not known for their outstanding cleanliness and we are currently in the throes of a serious ‘potty scary!’ epidemic. Just ask anyone within a mile radius of the International Bazaar area of the State Fair the day we went, they will tell you just how scary Tesfu thinks those potties are.

Number two: My household is in some serious negotiations at the moment, and nagging – I mean negotiating – takes away some serious blogging time. The issue? I would like to sell everything that doesn’t run away from me in the house, so we can get enough money for me to buy a digital SLR camera. I want it so bad, my mouth salivates. I long gave up my dream on owning one of these babies, because last time I looked (like two years ago), the price was too much to bear for something I could possibly drop and break. However, after a conversation with a friend that jump started me into looking again, I see the prices are much more reasonable than the past. I know, I know, it won’t happen. But, a girl can dream, can’t she?

Pictures of all our crazy summer events will be posted (I have none on this computer), and so will a post thanking my good friend Jess for nominating me for a Blog Award (an award?! For little ole’ me?!) some time in the not so distant future. Of course, the pictures will only be so-so, taken from a regular, slow, boring old point-and-shoot, so don’t get your panties all in a bunch to see ‘em. Now, if I had owned that SLR…

Peace!