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Corn Dogs and Kettle Corn

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, Musings, tagged , on August 31, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Our County Fair is officially under way today.

For me, that means Captain Cavedweller will drag me to the fair after work, make me walk through every animal barn, look at every display and force me to eat a corn dog while he scarfs down some barbecue-type sandwich and a pile of curly fries. We won’t be able to leave until he was acquired a bag of kettle corn and an elephant ear. Ah, the joys of the fair.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

It reminds me too much of some of the fun experiences I had when I was much younger and attending the fair. My dad often competed in the tractor pulling events while my brother and sister-in-law were known to get in one the horse racing action. Several of my cousins could be found showing sheep or steers and there would be a number of entries from family members in the produce and baked goods areas.

The fair was a great time to connect with family and friends alike. To slow down the hectic pace of summer and just relax and enjoy for an hour or two.

And indulge in deep fried food that I can feel clogging my arteries as I ate it.

Fair time is definitely a fun time full of great memories.

If you have the opportunity to attend a small-town county fair, take advantage of it.

And it a corn dog for me.

She Who Wants An Elephant Ear

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Kat

Posted in Musings, tagged , , on August 25, 2011| 1 Comment »

When I was 19, I ventured nine hours from home to finish my last two years of college. Fresh off the farm, I was clueless about nearly everything. I’m not kidding you. Totally and completely clueless.

Lucky for me, I moved into a dorm just down the hall from a marvelous girl named Kat.

From the big city and wise in the ways of the world, Kat took me under her wing and into her heart and became a very good friend.

Just to clarify this crazy photo: the school had skits during homecoming and our dorm did a western shootout.  Kat, of course, did not join in the frenzy of craziness with the enthusiasm I seemed to muster for the project.  Convinced  my circa 1989 fringe leather jacket would be completely ruined from the rain, she walked beside me the whole time we were outside holding an umbrella over my hat and jacket. Yep – you don’t find friends like that too often in a lifetime.

I can’t tell you how many times she:

1. Made me laugh

2. Saved me from disaster

3. Made fun of my _______ (insert any of the following: accent, choice of attire, way of viewing the world)

4. Made me grateful to have such a good friend.

Days before I finished up my last semester at school, I dropped a horrifically heavy box and broke my foot. She is the one who took me to the emergency room and sat with me until  my dad and brother could come to the rescue.

Kat was maid of honor at my wedding 17 plus years ago and that was the last time that I saw her… until a few months ago.

I got married, she moved away and we lost track of each other. Over the years, I often wondered what happened to that funny girl who used to make me laugh and people often insisted must be my sister because we looked alike.

Last year, I happened to come across her brother on Facebook and begged and pleaded for him to send my contact info to Kat. Which he did. We emailed back and forth and finally in June when Captain Cavedweller and I were on vacation we made arrangements to have dinner with Kat.

It was wonderful and amazing. After 17 years of not seeing each other, we picked up our conversation just like we’d never been apart. She is still just as sassy, funny and wonderful as she always was. And I bet if I needed her to, she would still walk beside me holding an umbrella.

She Who is Grateful for Good Friends

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Don’t Be a Jerk

Posted in Musings, tagged on August 24, 2011| Leave a Comment »

I drive a PT Cruiser.

I don’t drive like I’m 90.

Most people would probably say I drive more like a man than a woman,  which is due in part to the fact my Dad had me driving around the farm in our old pickup from the time I was 12.

I tell you this because it seems the combination of the three statements above cause emotional trauma and stress for a few men behind wheels and creates a need in them to drive like a jerk to prove their manhood.

And it really annoys me.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been driving home from work, pass a car that is dawdling along only to have the male driver come unglued to be passed not only by a woman, but a woman in a PT Cruiser. He will then do everything possible to pass me, pull right in front of me and go back to dawdling along. That is the point when I usually find a side road, turn off, and take the scenic drive home.

I don’t get it. Really, I don’t. And I know it isn’t a “guy thing” because Captain Cavedweller would never in a million years do that to anyone. Ever.

Last night, in fact, as I was driving home I was stuck in a line of cars behind a mini-SUV who was holding up traffic. Just to simplify matters, I’m going to refer to the driver of that vehicle as The Jerk.

When the opportunity came to get around The Jerk, the pickup in front of me changed lanes and started to pass him. The pickup was nearly even to The Jerk’s bumper, when The Jerk switched lanes right in front of him. Of course, the pickup and I both slammed on our brakes. After a few attempts to get past The Jerk, the pickup gave up.

While The Jerk was busy annoying the pickup driver, I changed lanes and ended up even with him at a stoplight. Once the light turned green, I hoped to leave The Jerk behind. Which was fairly simple since he was driving so slow.  The problem arose when I needed to change lanes and make my turn off the highway. I signaled and looked back only to find The Jerk had hit the gas and was rapidly approaching.

Here is the part you are going to love.

He pulled up even with my car and wouldn’t leave. I sped up, he sped up. I slowed down to 40, he slowed down to 40.

Really? Come on, dude.

Since no one was behind me at this point, I slammed on my brakes and pulled behind him. By the time he realized what I’d done and slammed on his brakes,  I had pulled into the turning lane, made the turn and escaped.

Why must some male driver’s be such jerks?

She Who Was Not Impressed At All

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You want what?

Posted in Musings, tagged , , on August 22, 2011| Leave a Comment »

I never cease to be fascinated by the phrases people type in search engines that lead them to my blog.

A few recent searches have really made me wonder what exactly these people were looking for.

There were the standard party theme searches, like for County Fair, Summer and Flip Flops.

There were also a few searches for Spiders which took them right to my freaky post about the billion baby spiders.

A search for a “vulgar plant” took them right to my post about Captain Cavedweller’s awful Dracula Lilies. I’d say that was a more than appropriate search.

The one that really had me shaking my head was a search for a “Weed Party.”  I’m pretty sure ending up with my post about the loco cats was not what they had in mind. At all.

She Who is Still Shaking Her Head

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