Big Western Rib Fest

Caleb, Ellie and I went to one of the Western States largest get-togethers in downtown Sparks to see slaughtered beef and pork covered in all types of the Nation's "best" sauces and grilled over natures finest flames until just after the squealing has ended. Then they give it to you in the dark and you bite into it and it tastes so good that you don't think twice about whether that pink is little Wilbur the Pig's heart still beating or that sweet southern sauce.

Either way, you throw it down, grab another and another and another until you build up a gut to compete with even the finest professional eaters. We missed the eating competition darn't and I even hear that the World championship hot dog eater was here.

Well, it was a total blast - you'll have to trust me because the only pictures I snapped were of the two cutest kids in the world who know darn right well that their daddy is going to use all these pictures growing up in the longest wedding slideshow one has ever seen before. You see, there is a master plan behind all these photos - not just a over-exuberant father shooting 3 takes for even the simplest of photos.

Notice, Caleb's choppy haircut (no it wasn't me. I could have done better than that) and Sarah's headband around Caleb's wrist 4 times - he insisted it was a sweat band that doubled as a shooter force field thing.