Considering my previous post was pretty, well, let’s just say we could have titled it “Deep thoughts by Allison.” So, I thought this post should be a bit more humorous so I’ve decided to share some rather telling scenes that have happened recently.
Oh, the motorcycles! Like father, like son, what can I say? He rode the whole thing with a huge grin on his face while the kid in front of him, whose father was standing next to me, screamed bloody murder. I tried not to laugh while I stuck my chest out in pride for my undaunted child.
The fire engine was another careful selection on this ride of a variety of vehicles. I think it poignant that he is sporting his Georgia Bulldogs jersey and riding in the fire and rescue truck; the Dawgs sure did need someone to come to their aid on Saturday night. I think Corbin could have made fewer penalties.
And, lastly, the caterpillar roller coaster. By the way, Corbin is the kid in the red, in case you couldn’t figure it out. Yet another kid sat, this time behind Corbin, crying and screaming for her daddy. So much so, the operator stopped the ride to let her off before letting the other kids finish their turn. Again, if I’d had buttons on my shirt, they’d have been busting.
Okay, I’m finally getting to our third contestant; my darling, husband. As I mentioned above, we’d ventured to take Aunt Kaki’s car (Honda Element), to the fair rather than the huge van. This means, of course, we had to transfer Danny in and out of the car. Thankfully, although parking at the fair was in grass and gravel, we were able to pull right up to the front entrance/exit which was paved to unload/load Danny.
So we exited, all tired and worn slap out from the chaos, I mean fun, of the fair. Corbin is hopped up on homemade lemonade and powdered sugar and I’m just hoping this transfer into the car goes smoother than the loading at the condo.
Danny stood up fantastically, but the height of the Element seat, while much lower than most small to mid-size SUVs, was just high enough for Danny that he couldn’t get much of a sit in before hitting the seat. Well, while I’m trying to get Danny to pivot so his butt is aimed at the seat I hear him say, “my pants are falling down.” In my desperation and fear of reliving past fallings, I respond with a firm “I don’t care if your pants are falling as long as you don’t fall.”
It’s then that I realize the seriousness of the situation when I feel Danny shorts slip down his legs. I look down seeing him standing strong, in his briefs, with his shorts pooled at his ankles. He, of course, begins to laugh and I make a quick scan of the many people going into and exiting the fair who have seen this happen, but are trying not to watch the train wreck. Mothers are covering their children’s eyes and men are seeing, but don’t want to get caught checking out another man in his underpants. I’m snapped back to reality and thankful that Danny stopped laughing long enough that I could reach down and scoot his shorts back up in position. At this point, I just wanted to get him in the car and leave. I was done, but once we got home, we all laughed together and Danny said “you have to write this in the blog.” And, there it is, our Bottoms Out Contest.
So, as a recap; Contestant #1 is Corbin with naked plasma car riding, Contestant #2 is me with my new air conditioned denim jeans and Contestant #3 is Danny for dropping draws at the State Fair. Please vote responsibly.
As I close this long and hopefully light hearted entry, I’d like to remind everyone that the 3rd Annual Chopper Classic Golf Tournament is this Monday, October 6th. It is supposed to be a gorgeous day with temperatures topping out at 76, with low humidity and a slight breeze. Come out and join us for all the fun and fellowship. Go to http://www.tgusa.org/ and click on Aflac Chopper Classic for details.
Thank you all! I’ll update again next week with more recovery focused information.