Now I want a Pony!

I've been accused of having too many pets. In fact, I'm worried because there is a new show on TV about Pet Hoarding. At the end of the show, there is a statement posted that says that if you know someone who has more pets than they can take care of, please call 1800-555-whatever.

I'm actually concerned that someday, these people will show up at my door with cameras. Oh, I just thought of a plan! I'll send them to Tenessee where my birth mom, Beverly lives. She collects dogs and is worse than me (I think.) Anyway, I do come by it naturally. Plus, I blame all these pets on my daughter, Jordan. She's an animal freak and I have had difficulty in the past saying 'no' to her.

I'm way off the point. Last night was Octoberfest in Downtown Rochester. I had worked all day, seeing clients with real problems, and actually felt depressed by the end of the day. But we had plans to go out with our friends to Octoberfest, which should be named "Survive in a big sweaty tent with tons of people, and pay loads of cash for rubbery hot dogs, good beer, and cheap wine." Oh, and enjoy the German dancers who look like they are having NO fun! Again, I'm off the point.

The best part of the evening was being outside at the kids activities, where we also spent tons of 'tickets'. My little Jacob was going through the big kids bounce house obstacle course like any other big kid out there! As I watched, I had tears in my eyes: I was shouting to people on the inside to help him out, (there were tall climbing challenges) but Jacob was refusing HELP. Wonder where he gets that! My middle child - of course I haven't mentioned her because she is my middle child - she was walking around picking grass to feed the goats because I refused to pay $1 for feed. And my oldest, Jordan, was stuck like glue to the animals she could pet. Again, the goats. She also wanted to play games, but by the time we were there, the prizes were gone. The adults were trying to blow the rest of the tickes so we could go home to bed . . . so we were pushing the pony rides, a big ticket blower. Well, Jordan, my animal lover, is also nervous to do new things. She was reluctant to get on the pony (or the dance floor for that matter) even though her best friend was physically dragging her by the arm. I decided, "Why try to make her do it, I'll just ride the pony!" I began to beg her for the tickets . . . .she didn't like that idea either. But finally, after realizing there were no other options, she gave in and handed me the tickets.

Long story way too long, in the end, she got on the pony, and I was right beside her. And then, the pony guy could see the joy in my eyes, and he let me hop on a pony too! A freshly bathed in WISK detergent pony! So cute and soft and fluffy! Who is the child here?

I want a pony!