As I mentioned Monday, we enjoyed the quaintness of our county fair this past weekend. Quaint and quirky, actually.
I bragged on my kiddos. Truth be told, the true fair feat was done by little ole me. And by true fair feat I mean something in true redneck fashion… I won first place in the skillet throwing competition.
You read that right. The skillet throwing competition.
Over twenty women entered this competition and met in the rodeo area to show off our stuff. While I waited my turn, I gleaned advice and wisdom from the other women. It was a women only event and the rules stated that “you have to have a reason for throwing a skillet”. Uh… ok. I quickly realized I was in new territory and that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t fit in with the crowd. I was the only one not drinking (or drunk… and it was only 3:30) and it seemed that I was the only one not “focusing on” an image of an ex-husband to encourage my skillet slinging skills.
I was a bit deterred when the first gal had her turn and she tossed that cast iron skillet sixty-seven feet. My golly. That’s a whoppin’ on a skillet. I was worried I would embarrass myself (because entering a skillet throwing competition is not embarrassing in and of itself) and only throw the stinkin’ thing ten feet. I received plenty of encouragement though (including comments from Gal #1′s son who said, “Oh, yer got at least fifty-feet in ya’!”) , so I pressed on and perservered.
I was over twenty feet behind in the distance category, but I nailed it, or him as the case may be, in the target hitting category. The target being a smart mouthed cowboy.
I earned a blue ribbon. Yes, yes, indeedy I did. They saw me later and handed me my golden skillet that they forgot to bestow upon me at the ribbon ceremony. I was grinning up a storm and glowing with pride while toting around my well earned golden skillet. Even brought it to church home group to show it off. Clearly, I need to work on my humbleness as well as my red-neckedness.
How jealous are you on a scale of one to ten? Be awed. Be very, very awed.
There’s nothing quite like a fair, is there?
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Very, very cool! I wish our fair had a skillet-throwing contest.
Totally topping the jealousy meter right now. {pout, pout}
Nice job!
Definitely awed, my friend.
*giggle* Not jealous, but definitely in awe
That’s pretty impressive!!
You have a fair in October?! Ours are in August, by October it’s raining and soggy leaves just don’t scream “have fun at the fair!”
Yes, we are still running around barefoot around here. The trees will start changing soon.
My husband had to scrape frost off his car earlier this week, and it was still 29 degrees at 10am! Hehe (that’s pretty unusual for here though.)
LOVE this! I am a little jealous.
I like your thirty one purse too.
I <3 my Thirty-one purse! I have to NOT look at the new stuff when it comes out. I have plenty. The only thing I’d really like is a the Large Utility Tote if they add sides pockets. Until then, I can’t look.
I LOVE it! As you know, hubby is in the military and has to do regular physical fitness tests – he used want to get new running shoes every time. He claimed they made him run faster…so in your case, do you think your boots helped you win? They are too cute!
Hmm… I think you have a point. I was wishing I had worn my ropers, much better for the occasion, but I was worried I’d be cold, and was one of the only ones not. Maybe that gave me an advantage.
I <3 these boots. Spent three months last year trying to decide what to get. I’ve not regretted buying them.
Now I’m on a “which black boots do I buy” kick.
Stinkin’ hysterical is what THAT is! You ROCK! I love it, love everything about it. :0)
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