Boogers, Puke, and Poop

Chris, Charlotte, and Jackson visited this weekend, as advertised.

So, most the weekend was spent with the boys making jokes about the subjects that provided the title. Not to worry - we let Jackson play, too.

Actually, they didn't drive up until yesterday afternoon so we met them at Fair Park. First order to business to to get a corndog - smothered in mustard.

Each year, the State Hall provides a historical tour of something, duh, Texas related. They've covered such subjects as Bonnie and Clyde, JFK, WWII. This year, the theme was Elvis Presley, Bob Dylan, and the Beatles. I'm huge fan of the latter two, but not os much the first. I'm not denying Presley's contribution to rock-n-roll. I'm just not a big fan of his music, that's all.

Really, the funnest part of the fair is just walking around looking at the rest of the carnival-goers. If you want to see the most extensive tattoo collection, come to Dallas in October. You might even find a couple professionally done and that has every word spelled correctly.

Since we have been there so many times and most of the exhibits are repeats, we ended up following where Jackson let us. So, we went to the pond and rode a swan paddle-boat around for the disgusting reclaimed-water lagoon. Then to the Midway for all the games. I think this is Jackson's favorite part since he won the basketball this year. Well, he hit two of three shots to win a green basketball with pictures of $100 bill on it - the money ball. Then, Chris won a football by throwing a football through a hole the size of a teacup. Jackson picked out the Longhorn basketball.

Perhaps my favorite part is the section of the park that has the toy trains. This display takes up about an acre and has several tracks and trains that wind around the landscape. There are small reproductions of historical houses or ranches across Texas.

After a while, we were too tired to go on. Or too tired of buying tickets to do anything.

On Sunday, we played some football and watched Napoleon Dynamite for about the billionth time. Since I was throwing in the backyard with Jackson, he started to call me Uncle Rico, which was pretty funny.

Well, I'm gonna cut this a bit short since I don't have pictures to loosen my memory. I'll do that tomorrow night. And even though it covers events from over the weekend, I'll put it under today so it doesn't get lost.

Hopefully, the pictures will tell a better tale.