Yesterday I made a comment that “I don’t care about my nails” and it made me think: “hey, they are all almost the same length (for once) perhaps I should paint them.” And I did.
What is the occasion you ask? You know you were wondering what I am doing in my ever so glamorous life…….
We are headed out for a fun filled day tomorrow….. I know most of you will be soooooo jealous……we are going to the South Florida Fair.
It is right down the street from Coach’s parents house and where Coach and I went every year as kids and then as teens.
Yes, I did my nails for the carnies. Really, if you think about it, brushing my teeth would be overdoing it for the carnies. I know that was mean, sometimes it just slips out.
I have some good memories attached to the fair though…..I recall as a little kid in elementary school, each year we would go to the fair w/ our class. Ohhhh…how I looked forward to this.
My MOST favorite part? The corn dogs. Yes, even back then, it was all about the food.
Apparently in my neglected childhood (hi mom), I did not get corn dogs. (although we had hot dogs, I suppose we could not afford the corn part)
I can still remember sitting at the picnic tables when we could get our lunch from the vendors and eat together as a class…ohhh how I loved that corn dog. Most of the kids went for the elephant ears, or a slice of pizza…no, my drug of choice was the corn dog.
I can’t tell you if any, what ride was my favorite back then…all I remember is the corn dog and that freaky mirror house…I still have nightmares about that place.
I also remember going a few years with my Aunt Debbie (she was only about 7 years older than me) and my Brother…we would go into the exposition halls and wander around. There was ALWAYS a jewelry vendor there. And they ALWAYS sold a “grab bag.” My aunt Debbie would get me one…I think it was a dollar. I remember getting this fabulous 18kt and Sapphire ring one year. It was so gorgeous. I loved it so much. I wore it all the time……Years later, we were robbed and the ring was stolen.
Ok, so it was not really 18kt gold or really sapphire. But I loved that tarnished/green/rusted ring with the genuine (fake) blue stone. It was so deluxe, that it even had an adjustable band. Top that. mmmmnnnn didn’t think so.
Luckily, my Mom made sure I was always up to date on my tetanus shots too….
As teenagers, we went to the fair for totally different reasons. Boys. Hello? What a great place to meet some guys. Another reason my girls will not go unattended. (Sorry girls)
Coach and I went several times as we were dating. I mean, where else are you going to get a Metallica poster and an air brushed t-shirt? (I still have a wife beater that says Suz and Coach, it is size -0)
I think the last time we went was in 1992. Just after we got married and just prior to moving to TX. On that visit, they had just started to do the “bungee jumping.” Our good friend Don was with us and he paid the $75…got to the top of the jump off point and then he changed his mind…..I felt really bad for him….cause my silly butt was not going up there…but the guys (coach) gave him heck about it….I am sure he will never live it down…especially since he is going with us this weekend!!!!!
**I am hoping to win an ashtray or a lovely set of mismatched glasses….But oh, how I loathe the harassment by the carnies though….wish me luck.
I wonder if they still have the Bearded woman….or perhaps she found out about laser electrolysis by now.
Last year was the first year I ever went to our county fair. (we have lived here 11 years)
Truthfully, we ONLY went because Linds was performing with her dance group. (again NEXT weekend too) After visiting our piddly little fair last year, Coach proclaimed that we needed to take the girls to a REAL fair…the one WE grew up with. Hence the reason for our visit this weekend.
So, alas. We will go. We will have fun. Coach’s Mom, Step Dad, and some of our oldest and dearest Friends from the East Coast will join us.
My girlfriend *H and I were talking about it earlier this week…she proclaimed that she could not wait to get her hands on a corn dog. IT made me laugh….cause, after last year at our piddly fair, I have declared a new love at the fair….the Roasted Corn on The COB…….
Oh, it is just dripping in
cholesterol butter…so good. My NEWEST drug of choice.
We laughed how the food is so good…but oh, so bad….and we will eat till we are sick.
(gluttony at it’s finest)
Then we both decided, that NO ONE leaves the fair until someone throws up. Yep. new RULE.
I just realized I went from talking about giving myself an manicure to throwing up.
My writing capabilities are endless.
I hope everyone has a great weekend….minus any throwing up. That will just be for me.
If you don’t hear from me come Monday…send help…I am stuck in that wacky mirrored house again.