A day at the Fair

No, really. It was a day at the fair. The Alabama State Fair.



I have never been to "the Fair" so it was an experience for me. I don't think it's the same as it was back in 'the day'. But it was fun. $5 Iced Tea and all!



$5 Tea. Nuff said.

What's not to like at the Fair? Monkeys riding on dogs, pig races, midway games at $3 each! Just be sure to bring LOTS OF MONEY!



Monkeys riding on dogs...I bet you didn't believe me!



And of course, you have to be wearing the proper attire.

The Youngest Boy and I raced during one game. His balloon popped first but he let me pick out the prize. I made the huge, sweaty guy climb up and get me one of the last Blue Bears he had. He wanted me to take a purple one or a red one but I NEEDED the Blue one for Tailgating on Saturday (Alabama v. Kentucky!) I have to make it a UK t-shirt!

When we came home I looked up a recipe for corndogs. Not the kind you pull out of the freezer but actual corndogs fried at home with all the fat and calories but at a fraction of the price.



Hey, at least I didn't copy the fried Twinkies!



I think this sign is posted because some guy probably got his eye shot out by someone who didn't know how to play the game.



If you just put in another $100 in quarters, the $5 bill will fall!



See the little piggy pulling at Mommy's tail...ever felt like that?



I paid $1 to see this enormous pig...I had to!



"Every game has a winner every winner has a choice....step right up and win a prize!

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The Dark Side

I did it, I slipped over to the Dark Side. The Dark Side where only those truly deserving reside. Like Paula Dean.

Earlier I posted about how Paula Dean is the Devil...

Well, it's true. And I must be the Devil's Apprentice because I perfected something that the Devil herself made.



Krispy Kreme doughnut sliced in half lengthwise.
Frozen pre-cooked sausage patty
1 scrambled egg
1 slice of cooked bacon

Hubby said it's a "Taste Revolution"
And then added "I now have proof that you are trying to kill me!"


I think it's just plain evil.



For those of you unwilling to commit to "death by breakfast sandwich" just cut it into teeny pieces.

It's Still My Birthday, Weekend.

Google and I share a Birthday and I am only a few years older than Google!

I made my own birthday cake...cause I make cakes that rock, or LOOK like rocks!

I wanted a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting. I was going to make a simple round, 9 inch cake but...I couldn't find my 2 round cake pans. I did find my small, wedding cake type pan set. It is 3 graduated circles starting with the 9inch.

That will work, right?


Looks pretty good huh?

















Why do I have the desire to drive to Wyoming??
Yeah, well, at least it tastes good!





Yes, the weekend is "All About Me, Deal With IT!"

I also got this for my birthday, Air Guitar Rocker. I am getting pretty good at it. I can't wait for more cartridges! The Oldest Boy suggested that I graduate to Guitar Hero DS. How long til Christmas???

R.I.P Little Fishy

The time has come...it's time to get rid of Fishy.

He has been a good balloon, he lasted 4 months. The longest lasting balloon we have ever had.

Rest in peace...you will be missed.

Are They Kidding?

I'm one of their Best Guests?? Haven't they heard enough from me already??? Logan's has been a headline on my Blog for quite a few posts, do they really want me to complete a survey?

Seriously though, service has been excellent, and they haven't run out of food lately. But you know, it's my Birthday, they could have sent me a coupon for a free dessert?



Logan's
Logan's...

Happy Birthday to ME!

It's my Birthday! As some of you may know, I love gadgets! This is what I wanted this year:



The Youngest Boy asked me what I was growing in it.

Me: Herbs
Him: What kind of Herbs?
Me: Legal Ones

The Oldest Boy called me at 12:02am to wish me a Happy Birthday...he was the baby who was 2 weeks overdue, I guess he is trying to make up for it!

No Respect

I emailed Hubby the masterpiece I created yesterday.



Here is the email conversation that followed:

Me : Sometimes I don't know what comes over me...but this image came to my head after Adrienne sent an email out saying not to wear Obama shirts to go vote.

Him : You have too much time on your hands. Go do some laundry.

Me : *sigh* you cannot quiet the muse....I must follow it.

Him : Well follow it upstairs and teach it how to do laundry.

Let me introduce you to my 'Dealer'

While some of you may be thinking, "Yep, thought so, this chick is on DRUGS," that is not the case. Okay, maybe if they were legal...anyway.

My Dealer is a sweet woman who means well but doesn't understand that she has handed me a key to self destruction.

She can buy Beauty Supplies WHOLESALE.

Now, you are thinking...how could this possibly be bad? Twisted Lisa gets her 'fix' at a HUGE discount, right?

Yeah, there is that...

On the flip side is a woman let lose in a candy store. Sure, the OPI Polish at $3.50 a bottle is FABULOUS, tweezers to tweeze anything, and professional Flat Irons.

Then...

There is...

Hair Color.

That in itself is not scary. I am what makes it scary. There is a REASON people off the street can't go into a store and buy professional beauty supplies off the shelf, and I am the poster child.

I have pink hair.

Well, it's not ALL pink, the parts that are pink are the grey non-brown bits of my head.

It started innocently enough. A tube of brown hair color, a bottle of something you mix with it, and me.

Last time, instead of the nice shiny, coppery brown lock that was glued to the display, my hair turned BLACK.

This is where my big brain comes in. If it was too dark with that ratio of peroxide and who knows what other kinds of chemicals then upping the peroxide should work, right?

hehe...

Wrong.

Pink. And I left it in a total of 5 minutes. FYI, if your haircolor has not developed all the way before you wash it out...it WILL stain your shower.

Also, if your hair is pink, it does NOT look better in the sunlight.

You may not know this but Wanda Sykes is going to be at the Alys Stevens Center the day after my birthday. Maybe I can get tickets, she is one of the funniest women I know. Maybe if I get good seats up front she will take one look at my hair and think, "this chick is a trip" and invite me backstage for cocktails.

We will laugh, and joke and she says, "You are SO funny! Do you mind if I use that in my act?"

And I will say, "Of course you can use it, you are my new BFF!"

Then she asks me to go on tour with her because she needs my inspiration, and I happily accept.

Law School can wait...

Maybe there is a benefit to having pink hair.

Why do I do things like this?

A friend sent an email warning everyone not to wear Obama t-shirts to the polls. This would be considered campaigning and you will be turned away. I have no idea if this is true or not.

Now, I haven't decided who to vote for...I am not a party loyalist. Quite honestly, both sides scare the Hell out of me. So I was thinking, what t-shirt WOULD I wear to the polls?

This little number popped into my head...



Makes me wonder about my brain...it really does.

Law School Dinners

I try to be a good wife, a good mom, a good employee and a good student. I am having an extremely difficult time juggling all of them at the same time.

My schedule this semester is brutal. Four nights a week, I leave the house at 5:45pm and I don't get home til 9pm or so. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Every week until December 12th.

Here is dinner tonight:



My kitchen is clean because Terri said we were baking next week for charity. I had no idea...I'm glad I read about it on her blog.

So, we have hot dogs, dip and chips. Spaghetti and meatballs, soup and grilled cheese, Pizza Hut. If I plan ahead...Crock Pot Roast, or Crock Pot Anything.

Some days, when I am not in class, I like to grill. Pork Chops, Chicken. I have an electric smoker I use on the weekends.

Last night in class, the professor called on me...I wasn't prepared. I have had the week from Hell (last week) and it couldn't have been a more inopportune time.

I failed miserably, like Legally Blonde? Only this week I screwed up my hair and you could call me Legally Pink.

But I guess there will be more Hot Dogs next week, if I can survive this one.

Conversation With Oldest Boy's Voicemail

BEEP

"Hey, it's Mom...you know, the one who gave birth to you? I know you are partying studying really hard and haven't had a chance to call home and let us know what's up. It's okay, just make sure you study and go to class!

I just wanted to remind you that Friday is my birthday and I know that you are partying studying so much that you might overlook it.

It's a big one for me, you only turn 31 once, so I didn't want you to feel bad if you forgot to call. Yes, I know you are a math whiz but I promise, I had you when I was 12.

Love you, Bye!"

Watch what you name things!

I sent Hubby an email with a picture attachment.

He didn't get it.

I sent it again....

He didn't get it.

I was a little perturbed that my 2 emails had not made it to his work inbox.

Hubby: What was in the subject line?
Me: "Bunny"
Hubby: MmHmmm. What did you name the picture??
Me: Ahhhhhhhhh, "WetBunny"
Hubby: Try it again...name it something else....
Me: Yeah.

War Eagle! (I'm not one of those fans!)

We LOST

BUT, there is a bright side.

I bought this cute little cake last weekend. He brought us good luck so we didn't eat him. I was looking at him yesterday thinking, "if we win today, I have to KEEP him!"

If you look closely, he is not aging well.



While I admit, I was hoping to keep him until he turned green and moldy and could be considered a health hazard...he goes to the garbage today.

BUT, I am not one of those fans who turn their back on their team in times of trouble.

Soooooooooooooo.....

WAR EAGLE!!!!

Rainy Saturday

Yesterday I woke up after having a dream about it raining so much that there were floods.

Me: Is it going to rain today, my foot hurts and I dreamed about it.
Hubby: Nope, not supposed to rain all weekend, I checked.
Me: Oh...weird.

My friend Terri called me.

Terri: Is it going to rain today?
Me: My foot hurts but the forecast says no.
Terri: I trust your foot, I'll plan for rain.

Later in the day I pulled up the radar...because my foot was telling SCREAMING otherwise.

Rain was headed our way and a little while later...it did rain.

I should figure out a way to make money on this deal.

Weirdness

I have never had this happen before. I was driving my car and I looked down at the odometer. Then, I looked at my little oil change sticker. It was right on the money! The really weird part of it all was crusin down the road trying to snap a pic so I could Blog about it!