Oklahoma State Fair

State fairs.

I love them.

Especially the food.

I mean, look:

That’s deep fried Kool-Aid. And my goal was to find it and try it. I was intrigued.

Here’s the thing though: there are so many vendors that sometimes things are impossible to find. Like deep fried Kool-Aid. I walked and walked and walked. I figured I had burned off the calories that I’d consume from deep fried Kool-Aid. I went up to another vendor and asked where the deep fried Kool-Aid was.

“Dunno. But can I interest you in an Indian Taco?” the guy asked me.

Tempting, but no. I wanted deep fried Kool-Aid! I walked some more and hoped that my Sketcher Shape Ups were helping to make my backside tighter. Probably not. Didn’t they get into legal trouble for saying that and then customers whined when their butts didn’t seem as tight as Jenny McCarthy’s?

I ended up getting this:

A deep fried Twinkie. It was delicious. (Last year I had deep fried Oreos. Also yummy.)

We took the kids on various rides. My Mom is here visiting so it was nice to have her around. Tommy wanted to do almost all of them. He loves the ones that spin.

Natalie isn’t tall enough for the ones that go fast so she picked a ferris wheel:

(That's Tommy with my Mom!)

I’m not a fan of heights so I tried to pretend that we weren’t high in the air.

Did I mention that we went yesterday? A weekend? Which meant people were EVERYWHERE. I thought we were in a recession! I mean, it wasn’t exactly cheap to go to the fair so how were people paying when so many are saying America is broke?

We went to some exhibits and found one dedicated to insects. Bees was among them.

“I hate bees,” Natalie announced when she saw this. “One stung me and I hate them now.”

I’ve always hated them. Mean bees that killed poor Thomas J. (“Vada, would you think of me?” “For what?” “Well, if you don’t get to marry Mr. Bixler..” “I guess…” And then Thomas J DIES!)

Natalie also got to ride a pony. She loves ponies.

“I want a pony!” she announced when we was finished with her ride.

I want a tummy tuck. Both things are probably NOT going to happen.

We stayed FIVE HOURS at the fair. With people all around us. But still, it was a blast. And maybe next year I’ll be able to find that deep fried Kool-Aid.

Or.

Maybe I can figure out where the booth is because we’re going BACK to the fair on Tuesday to surprise Natalie with Disney on Ice. (Everytime she sees the commercial she’s like, “I so want to go there!” and I’m like, “Well, maybe another time..”)

If not, the arena is across the way from the chocolate covered bacon and deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich…