
I mean... why?
A blog about stuff.
Things I'm doing, things I want to do...things no one really cares about.

I also don't want to work for Puff Daddy, Sean Combs, P Diddy, Puffy, or the artist formerly known as any of them.
Thank you.
However, I do at some point in my life want to have my picture taken with flames and/or explosions behind me while a fan blows my hair like I'm a super-model. Just so ya know.
Yesterday I went to Green County Cheese Days. You'll never guess what they had there. Cheese as far as the eye could see. Any flavor, any texture, any aroma. I even attempted to eat a Limburger, Salami and Onion sandwich. I got a few bites down, but... eww.
Also there were many dairy items. Whodathunk. Here is a delicious cream puff that was served to me by the Dairy Queen (not the restaraunt). It was decadent!
Would there be cows at Cheese Days? Of course. Here are some cute baby ones... or calves if you prefer, but baby cows sounds cuter.
There was a milking contest. One boy was just yanking away... I felt sorry for the cow. Check out the crowd that this event drew! People in these parts like them some cow milking contests!
There was polka-ing and yodeling galore.
