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I don’t mean to brag, but a cowboy made a pass at me last night

IMG_7931I was in fact admiring some cows in the livestock barn at the Gillespie County Fair when it happened.

A cowboy wearing boots, jeans, hat, and a purple western-style shirt walked up to me, stopped in his tracks, drawled, “How dee do,” followed it up with an appreciative “mmmMMM,” and then sauntered over to a far corner.

Y’all.

I wasn’t even wearing my cowgirl boots or a tube top, and he wasn’t even old. Maybe they were his cows? Maybe he’d just come from spending several hours at the beer tent?

I could not skedaddle my fanny over to my husband and our friends fast enough to tell them about it, and it of course became a running joke throughout the evening. “Honey, will you go get more food tickets? Oh, never mind. I’ll just go find my cowboy, and he’ll get me whatever I want,” and “Hey, Emily. Maybe your cowboy could win you one of those giant stuffed teddy bears!”

I am on the near side of 50. I’ve let my hair go gray. I’ve had babies and breast cancer. And I will take the pick-up line and all the jokes that follow. Yee to the frickin’ haw!

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Anyway, this was no State Fair of Texas or San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo, with hours and acres worth of exhibits, entertainment, vendors, and fried things, but at 128, it is the oldest continuous county fair in Texas, and it’s got a lot of heart. Plus, for $7 admission, you cannot beat the people-watching value. Reminded me of my own hometown county fair, in little old Allegany County, MD.

I love the farm and 4-H exhibits! On one side of the hall, entries from names like Shirley, Vernell and Walter. On the other, Bryce, Bailee, and Hunter. Guess which were the adults and which were juniors. Ha!

I love the farm and 4-H exhibits!
On one side of the hall, entries from names like Shirley, Vernell and Walter. On the other, Bryce, Bailee, and Hunter.
Guess which were the adults and which were juniors. Ha!

Which came first: This magnificent example of a chicken? (I named it David Bowie, and I believe that ribbon should be blue.)

Which came first:
This magnificent example of a chicken?
(I named it David Bowie, and I do believe that ribbon should be blue.)

Which came first?

Or these eggs?

Relish, pickles, jams and preserves. Yum!

Relishes, pickles, jams and preserves. Yum!

I can now say I've eaten a German Taco in Texas while listening to a polka band play "God Bless America." Life is pretty damn good.

I can now say I’ve eaten a German Taco in Texas while listening to a polka band play “God Bless America.”
Life is pretty damn good.

And I don't mean to brag, but... fence-side at the tractor pull, baby!

And I don’t mean to brag again, but… fence-side at the tractor pull, baby!

I took this photo for the sole purpose of being able to tell my husband I had a picture of a grand champion cock in my camera role. Because I am a juvenile. And he expects nothing less.

I took this photo for the sole purpose of being able to tell my husband I had a picture of a grand champion cock in my camera roll.
Because I am a juvenile.
And he expects nothing less.

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  1. OMG I want to take David Bowie Chicken home and build him a little rocket ship shaped coop so he can pretend to be Major Tom. I just love his crazy little head feathers! Squeeee!