More Than A Fair Weekend ......

...... of going to the fair.
And the football game.

The fair was lots of fun.
The football game ...... not so much.
Well, it was fun ...... off and on.
And very stressful.
Very.

It stayed stressful until the very last second.
And yet we lost.
Ugh.

Granted, everyone now knows that the refs gave the other team a touchdown for a touchdown they did not earn.
Or make.

The refs reviewed the play.
And yet, deemed the fact that they fumbled the ball, and we took possession of it, as not enough proof that the other team didn't make the TD.
Yes, I did ask if they were replacement refs.
Or refs who were paid under the proverbial table.
Because REALLY????!!

That kind of game calling is disgusting.
And unforgivable.
And heart-breaking.

But we move on.

The fair was fun.
And so was this ride:

 I was sitting in that car up there on one end of the ride.
With my niece, Makenna.
Her sister, Katrina, was sitting in the car on the other end, with Son #3.
That sucker (the ride, not the Son) swung around and around one way at over 70 mph.
Then it stopped at the top, just like in the above picture.
For several minutes.
And then it started going the other way.
At the same speed.
And it was a blast.
After the first few seconds.

If you're my friend on Facebook you can see the video of me in that thing.
If you're not, then I hope to download the video onto my computer and then post it here.

Son #3 also did this:

The guy in the green shirt just happens to be my date to our senior prom.
Yep, from just a few years ago.
He's pretty good on these kind of "rides".
Especially for someone who's as old as he is.
And dang, that's pretty old.
:)

Son #3 did a pretty good job of keeping up with him.
Trust me, that thing is hard work.
Very hard.
Yes, I know this from personal experience.
Once was enough.

This year I'm afraid that we were a disappointing lot when it came to eating fried fair food.
My brother had a deep fried Twinkie (which begs the question, at least to me, "What is a shallow fried Twinkie?").
That was about as radical as we got.
Oh, and I took this picture for you guys:

I haven't heard, nor seen, that word for soda since we moved from Oklahoma 21 years ago.
Pop.
As in soda pop.
When I was a child it was always referred to as "pop".
And then in college, it was all known as "coke".
As in, "I'm going on a coke date tonight."
Which didn't necessarily mean that the beverage, Coke, would be consumed.
If fact, it rarely was.
I was always a Dr. Pepper girl.
Or a cherry limeade girl, if we went to Sonic.

For those of you who live north of Oklahoma and don't know what a Sonic is ...... I'm very, very sad for you.
Very.
Come down and visit me.
I'll take you to one for lunch.
And for a cherry limeade.

Anyway, I found it humorous that the word "pop" was on that sign.
So I thought I'd share it with you.
Aren't you glad?

Since we've lived down here, "pop" has always been known as "soda".

What do you call it where you live?

Back to the food.
Here's a list of fair foods that our group consumed:
corn dogs
cheese on a stick (yum!)
deep friend Twinkie
alligator on a stick (fried, but then that really goes without saying)
cinnamon roll
funnel cake
corn on the cob (yum!)
beer (yuck!)
Dr. Pepper
Sprite
fried pickles
gyros
carmel apple

I can't think of anything else, though I'm sure I'm leaving something, or several things, off of the list.

After the fair we went back to my brother's house. (My sister flew in from Chicago for the weekend.)
My brother, my sister in law, my sister and myself stayed up until 3:00 a.m. talking ...... and laughing.
We had a great evening.
I think I fell asleep somewhere around 4:30.

Then my brother, Son #3 and I tried to find a medical place so that someone could "read" the TB skin tests that the Son and I had two days before.
There are no "doc in a boxes" in Oklahoma.
Which is a crying shame.

We found an urgent care facility, but the woman there wouldn't initial our test records, unless we filled out all of the forms, paid the large fee, and waited for 30-60 minutes to be seen by someone.
Really?!
Yep.

We left.

Fortunately one of the people who we hung out with before the game is an R.N.  And she was more than willing to initial our record, and note that we do not have TB.
Whew.

All in all, a great weekend.
Even though I teared up while walking across campus.
Without Jim.
I miss him so much.

And I teared up while Vicki, her husband and I watched "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel".  It was the third time for me.
Not to tear up, but to watch it.
I have no idea what the 'tear up count' is.
But it's a lot.
Especially during death, funeral or grieving scenes.
And goodbye scenes.

That's just how life is.
Now.
And most likely, how it will always be.

But I had more fun moments by far.
And that's what counts.

And now it is time for me to go to bed.
Typing/writing makes my wrists and fingers ache.
So.
Much.
Fun.

I hope everyone has a good week.
I intend to.

Happy Monday/Tuesday, Peeps.
:)