Weekend in review

This weekend, I went back to the farm for the first time in more than a month to attend a wedding on a friend from college. This is the first wedding that I have attending in nearly five years that did not require me getting up early to either get ready to be in the wedding or to help with preparations for the wedding. It was a nice but bizarre feeling. Let it be noted that I did attend the rehearsal dinner and helped the bride get dressed (I was the assistant to the maid of honor, my sister). This weekend also featured helping Lucy get dressed in the car, while driving, on the way to the church because she was positive that she would be the last person there, so she had to at least arrived dressed. The wedding was beautiful and Courtney (the bride) looking radiant. Also there were big football happenings this weekend. Purdue beat Northwestern (giving them a 5-2 record) and more shockingly, Indiana beat Iowa. Leading to complete distress by members of the Iowa faithful. Most disappointing, there was a huge brawl during the third quarter of the Miami game this weekend (which featured hitting people with helmets and cleat-stomping). Gee, I wonder if there is too much aggression in sports (or men in general)? Speaking of excess aggression, this weekend was the annual rite of passage known as clamping the calves. Dad's friend Brad (and his 7-year old son Spencer) were there to help us. Brad suggested just using rubber bands, but I will let Lucy provide her objections to that suggestions. And the last project that Lucy and I worked on (before I return to the daily grind at school) was honey separation. We only did about 1/4 of the hives before I had to leave. All I know is that I don't know what the hell Dad is planning on doing with all that honey (and extra wax!). I think Lucy and I need to make plans to make several batches of soap over Christmas. Whooo!


"Minh, it's finally happening! Bobby Hillbilly is marrying hillbilly cousin! You owe me five dollars!" - Kahn Souphanousinphone
Bonus quote:
HANK: You're going to have to marry Luanne.
BOBBY: But I'm only twelve years old!
HANK: Well, just think, you can be married for eighty years.
BOBBY: Dad, you can't make me marry Luanne!
HANK: Yes I can, Bobby -- you're only twelve years old.