Sunday, June 21, 2009

Corn Dogs, Air Show...my cup runneth over

I hereby dedicate this post to the lovely Samsmama, who has been to an air show, and who also enjoys the occasional foot-long corn dog.


Ribfest was a blast! We met up with Mala, Laurie, and their respective friends and families and started right in with the eating of the ribs and the drinking of the beer and the bounce-housing of the children. First thing, we stopped and got the kiddos a couple of corn dogs to appease Frank, whose only request of me was to see me eating a corn dog. Why? I dunno. I really couldn't say. I have no ide-- hey, wait a minute! Frank! You perv.



Hey look! Balls ---->




<---- Does this look wrong to anyone else? No? Just us? Oooookay, then. Hey, Mala spotted it, not me!




Seeking shade... because yes, it turned out to be a sunny day! Woohooo!!! The rain held off all day, and I even got some color. Ok, color for me means that I now have a white band around my arm where my wristband was and the tip of my nose is Rudolph-red, but whatev. For me, that's practically bronzed!





A rare quiet moment for our sons.




Yup, there was an airshow. It was pretty good, too, because several times we were ready to grab the kids and run. It's just not fun unless you're convinced you're going to die in a a fire ball, am I right?


Mala's husband showing off his new big inflatable guitar. What?

Speaking of husbands, they ditched us for a good portion of the day to go on a tour of the brewery. J texted me throughout. Figures -- the teacher is the worst pupil of the bunch! He sat in the back and sent me text messages along the lines of, "I don't care when Anheuser met Busch. Where's beer?" and "Still no beer. WTF?" One-track mind? Maybe.

At any rate, by 5:30 we were ready to roll on outta there, and we wavered between rallying and going up to Mala's place to dump our kids with a sitter and go out to dinner and a comedy show, having people back to our place to play Rock Band (as planned), or just taking my tired, sticky children (and self) home and crashing. Three guesses which one of those I picked.... Yes, I was in my pjs on the couch by 6:30, folks. I went to bed crazy-early! Sadly, I think my party animal w/ tons of stamina days are behind me. The heart is willing, but the flesh is weak... so very weak.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there! Hope you all have a great day and get your corn dogs eaten. My husband and sons rocked it out on the Wii for a while after enjoying breakfast in bed, and now he's sittin' around in his Grateful Dad shirt, goofing off. It's that kind of day; rainy and gray and chilly.

Hope everyone has a nice Sunday! *MWAH!*

29 comments:

Frank Irwin said...

Two girls, one corndog. Mmmmm....

MtnMama said...

Love the pictures, love the fact that you got some sun! Happy Fathers Day to your family.
My girl just got off her webcam visit with her dad, and now we are free to celebrate the Solstice (yay!)

Heidi Renée said...

Weiners on a stick, pools of balls, and an asscheek toy. That is a full day!

Kate said...

I didn't see asscheeks, I thought it was an inflatable vagina...but that's just me.

Frank Irwin said...

It's not just you, Kate. But then, to me, everything looks like a vagina. It can be quite embarrassing, sometimes.

Bev said...

ha!! Frank, you're on your game today. You keep making me giggle. :)

MtnMama - Webcam, eh? I'll be expecting to see your vlog any day now!!

Heidi - It was a full day, no wonder I was so tired! Oh, and

Kate is right - I saw vadge lips too. Tee heeeee!

Mala said...

I forgot to tell you Bev, I got a picture of Beck coming out of the inflated vag-lips. It's the closest thing to a baby picture as we'll get. Heh.

Good times, as always Bevers. I don't know what I was thinking, attempting dinner and a comedy show after a day full of drinking, sweating, corndogs and muggy-ness. I made it through dinner and relieved the babysitter before sunset.

Frank Irwin said...

Of course, Mabel, now that I know what your Ideal Man is. ;-)

LOL @ Beck's baby picture.

Samsmama said...

OMG!!! You made my day, lady! Thank you so much for the pic! And having Mala in there was just a bonus.

Speaking of Mala, the picture of her pointing needs to be captioned, "Hey, look! A plane!"

Those are definitely lower lips. In fact, when I do my weekend rap up I just might post something similar. Because, no, you aren't the only one to think it looks wrong.

Hooray for a fabulous weekend!

Courtney said...

Say OOOOOOO for corndogs!!!

Bev said...

Mala -- good frakin' times, indeed! Man, hitting the shower was the best thing about skipping the nightlife, though. I think I actually heard a sizzling sound when the water hit me.

Frank -- Mabel, yes. Again, ew!

Samsmama -- So glad I made your day! I aim to please! Love your pic of Sam emerging from the swollen labia, too. Fuckin' A!

Courtney -- Is that your O face? Hey, everybody! We just saw Courtney's O face! Wheeeee!

Cary said...

The two-girls-one-wiener pic was getting me all hot and bothered until I realized half of it was gone. Boner FAIL.

The best part of the corn dog is that hard little bit of corn meal stuck to the stick at the bottom after the dog is long gone. A bonus treat.. like those ice cream cones that had a gumball at the bottom. You know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I'll even go get an extra shot of mustard just for that crunchy little bit. Might as well enjoy it, right?

Cheasty said...

i can't believe i didn't see vag lips AT ALL. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!! you want to know what I was thinking when i looked at it? i thought it was a lap. a LAP?! yes. a lap. as in a plump woman's knees extending out while she sat in a chair, and i could not figure out what the eff you were going on about until Kate wrote the word vagina and put it on the internet. way to go, kate! apparently i'm an unimaginative retard, and y'all have been waxing too much. :)

Bev said...

LMAO @ Cary and Cheasty!!!

Cary - Despite the pic, I have never actually eaten a corn dog. Yes, you read that right; I am a corn dog virgin. I actually just posed with my kid's corn dog for this picture, which sounds all kinds of wrong now that I've typed it out. Oops.

Cheasty - you are as pure as the driven snow! That's adorable. Just keep hangin' with this crew and we'll have you seeing hairless vaginas everywhere in NO TIME.

Mala said...

Cary, let that just be a warning to you. okay? Start leaving me nice comments or you're next!

Kate said...

I believe that one should either write or type the word vagina daily.

Bev said...

Kate, agreed! Shall I start on your Facebook page? :::GRIN:::

Mala, ZING!

Frank Irwin said...

Bev, you can start on mine, but I don't read so good, so you might want to include some pics.

wordverf: getsago

Bev said...

....clap...clap...clap....

Frank Irwin, you have outdone yourself! You get the slow clap from me, sir. I'd tip my hat to your perviness if I was wearing one.

But srsly, you are the king. I'd bow down but I think you might get the wrong idea.

Getsago, for real. Gotta go! :p

Frank Irwin said...

Bev, if you won't bow down, will you at least put your hands in my pockets before you clap?

Mala said...

*snirk* OMG Frank!

Kate said...

Oh holy hell! Bev, you and Frank are cracking me up! Your "bowing down" comment made my head hurt from laughing so hard!

Have any of you read "Runny Babbit" by Shel Silverstein? If not, get it immediately--classic Shel but with a twist. I mention it because of the bowing down, Shel says "dowing bown." Oh it's such a good book.

Harmony said...

Ha! I am with Kate I thought it was a hooey.

Sounds like a fun day..great pictures!

Bev said...

Ok, forget the slow clap. Somehow I think this isn't Frank's first experience with "getting the clap." Thank god for antibiotics, am I right, my friend?

Stacie's Madness said...

sounds like a great day!

Cary said...

No corn dog, Bev? EVER? You are missing out, my friend.

Mala - BRING IT. And I always leave you nice comments, so STFU.

Frank Irwin said...

You are correct, Bev, and how coincendental in that they both had the same origin!

Organic Meatbag said...

Uh oh...looks like somebody has a thing for phallic-shaped Carnival food fare!!

Frank Irwin said...

where in Denver are you, OWV?