in a sea of camo

So.

Last weekend we went to the fair. You know, the so-trashy-it's-almost-classy event of the year. Hashtag: camo camo and more camo. 

I feel like one can learn a lot about life at the fair. For instance, in my 25 years of fair attendance I have learned that germs are very real and hand sanitizer was created for the sole purpose of using after each activity at the fair. 

Or something like that. 

I have also learned that Tilt-A-Whirls are a lot less cool and a lot more puke inducing when you aren't 5. 

And now, now that you are all caught up on Life's Big Fair Lessons, let's talk about the fair some more look at pictures.

  Who can even win fair games? No one. That's who. 

Except apparently Freddie is good at shooting a water gun in order to pop a balloon before 8 other people pop their balloons. Who knew?! Definitely needs to be an addition to the 'ole resume. 

I'll eat you up I love you so. Otherwise filed under: reasons I feel bloaty 5 days after the fair. 

A Katie, an Emily, and a Davey. Biffles. 

What you can't see if that Candy Land stand had MONSTER BAGS ON COTTON CANDY that were as long as my torso. MONSTER BAGS, I say!

Your love's put me...on the top of the world a cable car. A very cold cable car. Hence the Rudolph Red-Nosed lookin' couple up there. 

There you have it. I would like to thank my iPhone for high quality pictures and the fair for high quality fun times. Without your help, this post would have never happened.

p.s.- any of you ever paid to see the world's smallest woman? Or the body of a snake with the head of a man? Or Tiny Tim, the world's tiniest horse?

Creep to the y.

Faring to the Fair

Every year, at the beginning of fall, something magical happens. Yes, the leaves start to turn pretty, crispy colors. The weather gets cooler and cooler. Local stores start to put out Christmas...I mean, Halloween decorations. However, these are not the magical things to which I am referring. I am referring to....dun dun dun...the county fair!

11 years ago I decided give all of my time (plus some more) to dancing. 11 years ago was the last time I went to the fair. I know what you're thinking, "Oh no! Poor Emily! Your life must have been so empty without the sparkle and shine of the lights and rides of the fair." No worries, my reunion with the fair was nothing short of memorable--ginormous corn dogs, shaky rides lightly dusted with some good 'ole rust, 5 legged sheep, and all the stuffed animal prizes one can imagine.

yummy, yummy in my tummy

Highlights of the fair:

• Russ Moore spending 3 hours there and only riding the Ferris wheel. Twice. He took on the role of paparazzi and took lots of pictures of the three of us living on the wild side.
• Mom, Ann, and I riding "crazy spin you around/mess up your vision/make you barf" rides.
• Eating my first ever caramel apple...and getting the caramel all over my nose. It's the cute new thing.
•  Riding the Ferris wheel with Ann. Example: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ::grabs side of seat:: ahhhhhhhh" "EMILY, STOP LAUGHING YOU ARE ROCKING IT." "I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this."
• Avoiding the petting zoo and any areas nearby where the "animal" smell managed to seep.
• Wanting to play a game and win a cheap prize. Ann played Game 1: scooping up rubber duckies. She won a whale. I think, "Psh, stuffed animal? No thanks. I want a cool fuzzy, pimp hat." Ann and I moved on to Game 2: water gun race. Oh, guess who won that round. ANN. What prize does she choose? A STUFFED PENGUIN. Russ and I played Game 3. This story does end well, I promise. I beat Dad because obviously my aim with water guns is impeccable, and I finally got my fuzzy, pimp hat. My "cheap" prize turned out to be not so cheap. Oh goodbye $14.

 

"I've always wanted a baby green whale!"

Lastly, let me mention a new trend I witnessed while at the fair. Most people go to the fair and see lights everywhere. Or children running around. Or people eating funnel cakes and candy apples. In Newnan, you see couples wearing matching camo. Everywhere. Camo camo camo.

 

Next time I go on a date I know what I'm wearing. Yeahhh buddy.

All in all, as you can see, we had a really great time... I think this is the beginning of a new fair era. Get ready.

"Yay, we are having so much fun! Wait, where's Russ?"

On a different note, I am not reading The 19th Wife anymore even though "Yippee! I'm reading..." says so. However, that book is just too good for me to take it down yet. Maybe I'll just read it again and again. Y'all should definitely read it AT LEAST once. Let's make a deal...all of you read it then I will make the picture up to date with what I am really reading.