Elvis, Tattoos, and Beef Sundaes

Can it get any better than that? Saturday Night hubs and I headed to a fundraiser for a local non-profit. It was a beach bash theme that included Elvis impersonators, a balloon lady that made the most realistic octopus, and air brushed tattoos. We ended up leaving with a goody bag of treats that included blinking trinkets, color changing cups and Mardi Gras like beads. We had an impulse auction bid that we ended up winning that included some pool items and a huge Nuclear Globe. If you have not seen one of these before, just imagine The Babe is a gerbil inside a see-through wheel in the pool. Not sure this will make it to the pool this year.

Sunday we headed to the local fair with the boys and two of their cousins. Hubs commented that he couldn't wait to fill up on fair food. Corn dogs, funnel cakes, root bear, ice cream. I threw up a little in my mouth thinking about all the food in combination with the rides I would be on with the kids. Combined that with 90 degree heat and what is not to love? Speaking of the heat. The always prepared mother than I am did not bring a rubber band for my hair. It was hot, I was sweaty. We ran in to some friends, one of which happened to be my hairstylist. She suggested I get a pen and stick in in my hair to keep it up. I couldn't find a pen but The Babe had just devoured two foot long hot dogs. Hair on a stick? Welcome to the fair.

What makes this a classic fair photo is that you can still see a little corn dog on the ends of the stick. Although it looks like I am molding from the heat and sweat, the blue green on my back is my "3 day tattoo" from the night before sweating off. Yummy.
















This year I noticed the fair has added some new features. Specifically, new food items. I guess the discriminating tastes of Ozarks fair goers was costing them so patronage. I can see it now, "Hank, what do you think will really blow their belt buckles off?" "I know Earl, Beef Sundaes"! Whoo Hoo! We did not partake in the Beef Sundae, actually I thought it was a mistake until I walked up and saw the proof in the pudding.




Oh! Don't forget the animal viewing area. As we were walking through the barn looking at the sheep Little Man made one of many comments that proves he is my child. "There's a lot of poop in here". As I put him to bed that night he confirmed my suspicions, "Mommy, I didn't really like the animal part, I liked riding in the helicopter".