Let's Go Out Tonight: Ferretstock '09

I meant to make this blog post many months ago. I got lazy. Oh well!

For the past few years, my mom, her friend Susan, and I go up to Maryland for Rocky's Ferretstock. In case you're not in the ferret enthusiast community (or are related to someone who is), then you might not know of the wonderfulness of Ferretstock. Or the weirdness of it, at any rate. Ferretstock is an excuse for ferret lovers to get together in rural Maryland to eat, drink, and win (ferret-related) prizes. People come from all over, many camp on site. All of the money that is raised from the event benefits Rocky's Ferret Rescue, a shelter in Baltimore County, Maryland. So you know you're eating and drinking and raffling for a good cause.

This is Barb here, in the blue shirt. She runs Rocky's and she's a very sweet and awesome lady.

You might ask what in all goes on at a Ferretstock. Well...there's a cake walk (cake not pictured in this blog post).

There's raffling.

Usually for ferret-related things like this cute little wooden box.

And of course, a fundraising event for a ferret shelter usually has adoptions for adoreable little ferrets. This little boy will learn a very important lesson here.


Which is that ferrets are very, VERY slippery.

Wouldn't you want to take one of these critters home?

I mean, their bodies are just as long and tubulars as the tubes that they like to crawl through and play in.

My mom took pity on whoever made these ferret costumes and put a raffle ticket in. She won. Hers was the only ticket. We haven't had the heart yet to put one of our ferrets in the costume.

Oh yea, I forgot to mention before. There's beer. And a LOT of it. And it's free.

And there's food, from this here food booth, appropriately called "Cafe Fuzz".

My lunch consisted of potato chips and a strawberry daquiri (very strong). Probably not the smartest or healthiest idea.

However, the thing I love best about Ferretstock is that it's a goofy, but really fun way to spend time with my mom. Because I love my mommy. She's the shizzle.

If You Don't Have A Home, You Can Buy One There!

I'm making up for not posting in awhile but having two posts in one day! I know, you alls is lucky.

So, in continuing with my exciting weekend, Kristen and I drove up to College Park, MD on Saturday to spend the majority of the weekend with Beth. Beth has swank new digs in College Park. They are especially swank because she lives within walking distance to an IKEA. Ikea happens to be one of my favorite stores ever. My fascination with Ikea is hard to explain. Everything about them is so cute, so efficient, and so very Swedish.

After getting our dinner of Swedish meatballs and lingonberry jam, we set out to explore the Ikea for awhile, pretending that each room setup was our own, mentally decorating our future apartments.

For instance, would I have this whiteboard in my future home, advocating for the preservation of bees?

Would my friends and I lounge on this comfortable lawn chairs on our porches in the spring and summer?

Would we read books about Proust in Swedish?

Would Beth come over to my place on Friday nights to sit in my wicker chair that is awkwardly placed in my future living room and growl at me sexily?

I don't know the answer to any of these questions. But I do know one thing. I want a swank-ass circular bed.

Maybe, in my future apartment, we would have these cute martini glasses, and gather for cocktails after work.

We would probably drink these cocktails while watching some movie like 'Becoming Jane', because, well...we're women.

But we'd look sexy while we watched it, on someone's cute little bed that could easily double as a couch.

Or maybe instead we would recline on a chair like this, drinking tea.

Most likely though, we'd get fed up with Jane Austen pretty easily, and instead pop in an old favorite like The Emperor's New Groove. Come on, it's a classic!

If there's one thing a visit to Ikea does for me though, is it makes me want to move to Sweden slightly. I mean, everything just seems so much better in Sweden. Don't let this expose from The Daily Show tell you otherwise!