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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

fairs and fried food

Welcome to the fair: land of the obese and home to the badly dressed!

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My point exactly...

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This would be the perfect color for the wedding...

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My cute mom and her friend Kim.

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Fried snickers: I promise it's good.

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This is Alex and me in fifty years :)

Fairs.
Sometimes I don't exactly know how I feel about fairs.
Because sometimes I really like the fun and excitement of all of the people...
and other times I just feel like I've stepped into trailer trash central
with all of the tattoos, bad roots, and missing teeth.
But this year, I quite enjoyed myself. :)
We looked at some cute cows that were being sold to the slaughter house... sad.
Ate some fried food (of course!)...
like fried pickles with ranch dressing and my personal favorite, fried snickers.
Looked at some pretty flowers and got some ideas for the wedding.
Looked all over for a plastic bracelet.
Rode the ferris wheel.
Got a little frustrated because of all of the people.
...sometimes I just want to be able to walk in a straight line without a million people in the way!
Man oh man!!
It was fun.

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