Saturday, August 12, 2006

State Fair
I remember watching an old movie with my mom when I was young, and you could only get old movies on Sunday afternoon because Ted Turner hadn't taken over the airwaves yet. It was State Fair, and all I really remember is that it was nothing like my state fair experiences and there was a large runaway pig.
Although the Kansas State Fair is in a couple of weeks, and I haven't been since my senior year of high school, I have had the pleasure of taking in some state fair-like activities this week, which explain (at least to me) why I haven't blogged, or been online at all this week.
First, the demolition derby is about as fabulous a redneck goodtime as there ever was. And boy was it fun! The roar and smoke and mudflinging and the most excellent fight between the weenie who thought he won and the guy who won after the weenie got disqualified. I haven't had that much fun SOBER in a long, long time. Damn that's good stuff. There's one coming up in couple of weeks up in McLouth at the Threshing Fields where they'll sell beer.... I am so there.

The latter end of this week was filled with the Vinland Fair. This litle country fair, named for an area that is no longer a town, is in its 99th year. I worked in the PTO concession stand last night, slinging chicken fried steak, mashed taters (which I peeled on Tuesday at another mom's house while we gabbed and the kids yelled), corn, burgers, dogs, and homemade pie (I made four). We served about 400 people and still had a few pies left over. Alferd Packer Memorial String Band played in the background... everyone should have a neighborhood band named after a famous cannibal. Today, I saw the blue ribbon winner of "tallest wild sunflower", which was an astonishing 14 feet tall, making my own pasture and garden look fairly pathetic and weedfree. I participated in a tug-of-war, men vs. women, and we held out until our palms were raw from that nasty rope. We'll get em next year when we remember our gardening gloves. The church ladies served chicken and noodles with green beans and tomato slices and lots more pie. The kids ran races, threw balls, raced three-legged style, and sweated grimey, purple-stained smiles. I am afraid I will have to bow out of the tractor pull tonight - I had my fill of loud engines last weekend at the demo derby. That, and I have to go to Heartland Park in Topeka tomorrow for a drag race dedicated to Uncle John who died in June. I am thinking of an Ebony vs Ivory kind of contrast.... country fair against the roar of the funny car engines.

Stay tuned to hear about that!
posted by Rosie @ 8/12/2006 08:33:00 AM

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