Well.... It's that time of year again!
That's right people, the infamous State Fair of VA. The state fair is now about five minutes from my house and it's great. What do we do? We buy season tickets to not only Kings Dominion but to the State Fair.. who does that? " The Rednecks in Doswell do that!"
Since the Fair moved to Meadow Farms we wait throughout the summer for the Fair. We always have the day planned out. I go online and fine the cost of passes, who will be playing concerts and last but not least what time the tractor pulls begin.
The start of the trek would have been Thursday night, Sept 29th... I was so looking forward to getting "The Corn Dog" that I could tast in my mouth but Noooooo Troy wouldn't budge from his throne! The living room couch! I was fuming, so I started the blog.
Today, imagine my surprise when Troy said at 11:30 am let's go to the fair. I was so glad and my mouth was watering for that corn dog. We left and of course Troy had to call one of his friends (this one has a normal name, Donald) and he went with us.
It all began with the parking. There was plenty of room but the freaking parking attends still made us park in BFE. Why must they do that when there was plenty of parking available near the front? So, we parked silently but so fuming on the inside. <Last year I tried to park in a spot up near the front and the parking attendant literally chased my car and told me, that I had to go back where he orginially told me to park or he would have me towed.> We got out of the car and began walking and walking and walking....
First, stop, Corn dog... I don't know the name of the concession stand but it's in the same spot every year. Handdipped corn dogs. They were fantastic. So, we only made it to the ride area. Troy loves watching the clown in the dunking booth so we made our way down there. But.. no one was throwing balls and the clown was silent. We made our way back up the midway and what does Troy say???? Elsie? they don't have the dunking booth anymore... What in the world? Are you on crack? We stood right in front of him. Hell, I know he wears bifocals but damn.
We walked through the farm bureau building which has the same vendors every year. Then we had to leave. I had a dental appointment. But, I told Troy I had to get a few hours of sleep before work and I wanted to come back to see Tracy Lawrence play.....
Good Evening everyone!
I bet you all would love to know how life is for a redneck woman.....
Well let me start by saying, I wasn't born this way.. I was brought into this life style by my husband and now my kids are this way as well.... what do we do? well, we live on a 160 acre sod farm. We have a huge garden and grow our own veggies in the summer and can for the winter. My husband and son's both hunt for our meats, ha gotcha. They do but that's not all we eat. I do go to the grocery store.
We have friends who I don't even know their real names... we call them Hippy, Booger, Big D, Goober, Tender Tony, twelve toes, and Junior... I'm sure there's more that I don't remember off the top of my head.
We ride 4wheelers (ATV's), have a pick up truck (1979 Ford F250), and dump truck. We fish, matter of fact, last April I was Angler of the Month for the state of VA. I caught a Bream that weight 1.15 pounds yay me. Until my husband couldn't let me have that biggest weight. He had to go 2 weeks later and catch one bigger... figures. We have pig roast every June. I go to tractor pulls, lawnmower races and poker runs. Ohhhhh yeah we are true rednecks as I still have the christmas lights hanging on the porch lol.
We belong to the local Moose Lodge and I even hold an office. What do you expect when you can pop the top off a cold one at only $2 a bottle. Everyone in our town is some how intertwined. If they're not related to each other then they've probably slept with each other some where down the line. It's insane. Can't go anywhere without someone knowing my business.
True story....I went to the local Wally World and bought some groceries, stopped at a friends house, stopped and bought gas then went home. By the time I got home my husband knew every where i went. How insane. Who needs facebook or a private eye. Just move to my small town.
My son was pulled over one saturday morning, in VA if a minor is pulled over they have to call the parents. So, since I'm easier on the kids of course he has the officer call me. By the time I got off the phone, my husband was ranting and raving about how our son recieved his first ticket.
I think that people just don't know how to mind they're own business and go the other way. So, what is worst living in a big city and not know what is going on right beside you or living in rural small town where people who's houses are miles apart know what color underwear you have on... hmmmmmm smdh
I love my life but my husband, man, he's so freakin old fashion that I could scream. He wants me to take care of him. Well, so not me. We were suppose to go to the fair tonight but he came home from cutting wood with his ass on his back so out the window that went. However, i did make dinner. I pot of Pinto and navy beans mixed and some spoon bread. The spoon bread needed to be sweeter.
We have pig roast every year. We go to a farm and pig out the pig, the farm kills and cleans it for us. We put it on a cooker and cook it all day long. The men folk sit around and drink early in the morning while cooking this pig. I will tell you once the pig is done, it's so good you would want to smack your mamma in the head. Everyone brings a dish, we have a DJ in the back yard. Some cornhole, corn liquor, jello shooters and lots and lots of fun. I love that time of year! Everyone in town, because yes they know we have this pig roast and it's the talk of the town. It's an event you don't want to miss.
Hunting season is when my house is so quiet and I love it! All men folk are gone and I just have "ME" time. Until about 5pm when the sun goes down, they can't hunt anymore. By that time they've cleaned the deer and they've brought me the tenderloin. All of the "MEN" sit around drinking their Budweiser and expect me to fry the tenderloin. The only reason I do it is because I love when people enjoy my cooking. This year won't happen so much, I work the graveyard shift. So, I will have peace to sleep during the day. Yay ME!
I have 2 sons, my oldest is 17 (will be 18) in November and my youngest is 13 (14) in December. Cam (oldest) works and will be entering into the Marines in January/February he hopes. He's still working on his ASVABS. Blake (14) is a freshman in high school and has plans to go to Harvard. We have 5 dogs, Sally (St. Bernard), Diamond (Akita), Milo (Dashaund), Scrappy (Lhasa Apso), Sophie (Shitzu). It's too much having so many dogs. We seemed to have become a refuge. We bought Sally almost 8 years ago and then Milo came from a friend who bought him for his girlfriend but she didn't want him. Scrappy came from a couple who was going to take him to the pound. Sophie, well, I bought her. Thought she would look cute in a dress, but nope she is a tomdog... she does what the boys do and can't keep her dresses clean.
Well, this blog will have some day to day life things, bitching, happiness and food stuff. I've been trying new things and recipes so watch for the next blog. Thanks!
