100, baby.

Strike up the band, kids, because this is my 100th post! Really? I've been able to flap my gums enough for 100 posts already?! I know, hard to believe.

In honor of post numero hundred-o (my Spanglish really isn't the best), I am going to jump on the bandwagon and do what I've seen the rest of y'all out there in Blogland do -- a GIVEAWAY!!!!!!!

Since my readership out there is in the hundreds, no thousands, well, um, maybe I'm exaggerating and there might be 5 or 6 of you out there(?), I'm going to let the entries go all week. So, from now until Saturday night at midnight (CST), leave a comment on any of my posts from this one on (I'll try my best to post every day), and I will draw the winner on Sunday afternoon. I haven't exactly dreamed up the prize yet, but you must have faith in the fact that I think I have great taste and will make it extra good. Like slap-yer-grandma good. And we all know that means GOOD. (Keep in mind I might actually be paying a visit in person to the best-store-in-the-whole-wide-world this week, and I know for a fact I can find a little somethin' somethin' there. Come on, surely you know by now what store I am talking about?! If not, I will spell it out for you -- A-n-t-h-ropologie.)

Oh, and you internationals out there (that means, outside the good ole U-S-of-A), feel free to enter as well. I'm not afraid of international shipping, not me!

Okay. For those of you still paying attention and not salivating over the thought of possibly winning some little lovely something from THAT store, let's move on to today, STAYCATION DAY NUMERO UNO....

We got off to a rough little start, something about POO ON THE WALLS, but that's all I'm going to say about that. You know, to preserve my sanity and all, and to guarantee the continued life span of a certain three-year-old, and because I have a happy-go-lucky attitude this week, due to it being our staycation and all. Once we got that out of the way, we took my mother and drove up north a little ways to a kids festival on a ranch. Too too fun. And the weather was unbelievably beautiful -- mid 80's, slight cool breeze, unheard of really for this time of the year in Wonderland. One of the highlights for the three-year-old was this:


You just know little three-year-old boys love ANYTHING that gives off a horrendous BOOM and makes smoke.

After a couple of fun-filled hours of the festival, we bid adieu to these lovely ladies:

Okay, I know they have horns, so one would think they were males, but they were flanked by their calves, so I think they might have been the mamas? Seriously, ladies, could I borrow a set of your horns? They would come in so handy for getting my boy to mind a bit better...

Soon after our departure from the ranch, we spotted this amazing sight off to the left of the road:


You know what those are? Wild mustangs. About a zillion of them in one huge herd. (You can click on the photo to view it much larger and see what I am talking about.)
A. MAZ. ING. One of the most breathtaking sights I've ever seen. I've only seen wild mustangs one other time in my life, when I was on a college road trip, driving through the Arizona desert, and one or two ran up alongside our car. That was amazing, too, but to see so many of them together like I did today was incredible. And a mile or two down the road we spotted two more groups as well. So awesome!

I'll leave you with those thrilling tales for today because it's time for this weary gal to catch some zzz's. In the meanwhile, come on out. De-lurk. Show me some love people. Tell me how much you enjoy my quirky posts. (Or don't, haha, I can take it.) Show me the love for my poo-filled life. Let's see how many of you there are out there...