We had a Fair Time

I fondly remember going to the county fairs each year and looking at all the 4-H projects, seeing the farm animals, nervously getting on the newest, scariest carnival ride, and eating cotton candy. I'm not sure if I'm looking at fairs through different eyes now that I'm older, or if they really have changed that much, but the fair just isn't what it used to be. Since when did you have to pay a day's wages just to ride the ferris wheel and eat a corn dog? Despite my complaints of recent years' fairs, we decided to go (because we could get it for free) and also because I had a hankerin' for some greasy concoction that only the fair can provide.

We of course had to go to the petting zoo where they actually had this funny camel. He was so friendly and Rob instantly made a new friend. Here they are giving each other "kisses".

This guy couldn't get enough attention. He loved the pats on the head and it was my first time to pet a camel, so we both won.

At every fair I think they have the biggest whatever contest (biggest pig, biggest pumpkin, etc) These were the biggest watermelons and squashes ever. I think the biggest squash was over 1000 pounds.

I mean look at this thing.

I couldn't resist this shot. It was so cool with the carnival lights and the sunset. All in all our adventure turned out pretty good. We still couldn't fork over the $10 it would have taken just to go on 1 ride, but we did end up eating a funnel cake and a fried goo goo cluster that was to die for. (They are much better than fried snickers, fyi :))

A very un-laborious Labor Day

Apparently we have set a tradition here for Labor Day. We go shooting! Rob's family has some land north of us in White House, TN. So we bring some friends and our earplugs and have a grand ol' time with some guns.

This barn is just part of the farm and very decrepit. It's actually looks pretty cool on the outside, but it's way too creepy and crawly for me on the inside.

Even the kiddos got in on the action.

Rob loves his guns and has been kinda sad that we haven't been shooting much since he got his new hand gun for Christmas. He was good enough to pull the clay pigeons for others for a while though.

Finally he got in some action.

It depends on the year if I am a "good shot" or not. This year I hit the first clay pigeon thrown. After that......let's just say I didn't do so well. I was however, very brave handled the hand gun. There's just something about a hand gun that's scarier than holding a rifle. But I blew the crap out of a tin can and felt pretty good about it. Intruders beware....I now know how to use this thing!