But she needs to throw us more than that (but, please don't) to stop Courtney and Storm. We spent most of the day camping out inside the trailer, only hopping out to enter the ring and then right back into the cozy, dry shelter of the Storm-mobile.
Staying warm and dry in the trailer.
More and more rain. Taking cover and watching the weather radar.
In the end, Mother Nature won out as we huddled inside the trailer, peeking out only to discover everyone else had left. Heh. Shouldn't we win by default?
Luckily, the majority of the show was completed, only the games were left - which is, of course, Courtney's favorite. But Courtney and Storm did great in the the classes that were held; 3 firsts, 1 second and 1 third; being awarded Grand Champion for the day in her division.
I thought I'd share a little story about the name of our farm. While I was pregnant, Joe and I couldn't agree on a name for the baby. At wit's end, we asked Jethro Tull's front man Ian Anderson for his suggestion (doesn't everyone?); he suggested Fiona (and Seamus, if it was a boy).
Unfortunately, as pretty as the name Fiona is, all I could think of was:
Yeah, Yoda in drag... no thanks.
So although we totally dissed Ian's suggestion for our baby's name, we did name our farm after one of his songs.
A beautiful song.
...but a really dirty song. NTTAWWT.
So far, only one person has ever made that connection... and they blushed. A LOT.