In which we damn the sn*wpedoes, and head to the regional conference
Despite a bunch of that nasty white gunk on the roads, Jim and I were determined NOT to miss the Party of the Year. We packed up our stuff
and hit the road!
|Not photoshopped. There really are 3 floofs in my bag.|
|Tree at Maytown Rest Area|
But we arrived safely in Portland, just in time to join our friends at the Used Tack Sale.
|Used tack sale|
I managed to off-load enough of the stuff we weren't using anymore to cover the cost of our hotel room! (We had a LOT of stuff).
Susan and John Favro have run "Healthy as a Horse" for many years, but they want to retire now. Their prices were fabulous, so I stocked up on a bucket of electrolytes and some other long-lasting stuff.
|Get yer bargains here!|
|Floofs can attend the meetings, but they aren't allowed to vote.|
After the shopping is time for the meetings. The hotel is "dog-friendly" so the floofs attended most of the meetings and lectures with us.
Jim is in the audience. I'm secretary for the organization, so I have to sit up front during meetings and take notes. Gail helps identify people--she knows everybody, and when the group has a really good squabble, sometimes things go too quickly so she makes sure I get everything documented.
|We never waste an opportunity to goof around.|
We had great speakers this year, too! Susan Garlinghouse was the headliner. If you've never heard her speak about nutrition or anything else, go make a hole in your schedule so you can. She's adept at making scientific research available and understandable by non-scientists.
|Show up. Learn stuff.|
And then, of course, there's the DANCE! We dressed up in our finery. Jim wore his kilt, and charged $5 to anybody who wanted to see if he was "traditionally clad." (He didn't make much money, sigh).
|It looks like Jim is wearing a bustle in addition to his kilt; |
really, we're just standing in front of a table with a black tablecloth!
|Nice tiara, dude.|
PNER Prez Paul Latiolais, also known as Jim's evil twin.
Here's how to tell them apart: Jim wears the kilt; Paul wears the tiara.
Here's one of my evil twins:
|Pink Fish, wearing red and rhinestones.|
Patty sure does clean up purty, doesn't she?
And check out how big my grand-junior is getting:
|Ashley Ann scored at the desert table!|
Before the dancing started, we gave out a bunch of awards, and raffled off some stuff. They asked me to talk up the sales of raffle tickets for a really nice set of corral panels...so I did...