The Erie County Fair

So much has happened since I last blogged. I must apologize for our dissapearance, our camera cord was mistakenly moved to Pennsylvania with our dear friends the McIntiers, but it is on its way home. We will post pictures of all our many recent adventures soon, and be excited, we have had many.

Anywway, here are our adventures in words: Firstly, Taylor started Law School this past week- well not really school, but orientation. We also gave a final farewell to our next door neighbors who came and got their stuff on their way to State College, it was sad. It has been incredibly hot, and with no air conditioning, I have been incredibly cranky. I have also been sick for 14 days. I went to the Internet and have diagnosed myself with swine flu. Henry and I were in a fashion show at the mall, and the mall manager told me that Henry stole the show (pics to come!) and I have been working like a maniac, and so has Taylor. We just take turns switching Henry off between the two of us while the other one runs off to work. This past week I also accepted a part-time management position at the Gap. I am really excited and I am glad they are so willing to work with my limited schedule.

Now on to our most adventurous venture in the recent weeks: the Erie County Fair. The fair was so much better than I could have ever imagined. The Temptations were playing at the fair and we went to the concert (I didn't recognize a single song) but it was totally worth watching all the crazy people around us dance and sing. Henry also had quite the experience. We unfortunately sat next to a group of drunken old men. The man right next to me kept pouring some sort of hard liquor into his beer cup, and when I wasn't looking, he decided Henry would love some of the ice from his cup. When I looked over, Henry was sucking on whiskey covered ice and loving every minute of it, heaven only knows what this man was thinking, but he soon offered Henry another piece of ice. Henry loves ice, and was therefore very angry when I tried to take it away, so I gave in, and he ate it. Oh well.

Anyway, after the concert, the farm animals, some funnel cake, and all the 4H crafts you could handle, we were wandering around and we passed a large tent/building with a wooden box inside on a table and a giant sign reading: World's shortest woman, 29 inches tall, come see her and her mini living room: 50 CENTS. All my life I have wondered about these booths touting bearded women, and snake people, so we stopped. I debated about whether to go in, some friends with us told us it was most likely not real (they had been suckered in by the snake woman the year before who turned out to be a stuffed animal) but for $.50 I felt like I couldn't resist. I approached the booth and realized that is was actually $1, and the $.50 was for 10 and younger. For a whole dollar I just didn't know if it was worth the money if it was fake. As I was debating the decision, two women walked out of the booth, and I had my chance to learn if it was real. I approached them and asked them if there really was a real 29 inch woman in the box, they said YES! She is real! I made them promise, and they did. So that was it, I was going in. I found some 10 yr old girl who was afraid to go in by herself, so we ventured in together. As I entered the tent and saw inside the box, there was the saddest looking mini-woman you have ever seen. The instant I saw her I was overcome with guilt. What kind of awful person pays $1 to exploit some poor Jamaican woman? Really, what kind of society do we live in where we pay to stare and people with disablitlies and laugh? I tried to talk to her and chat, I asked her if she got bored in the box, but she didn't say much. She just sat there with her bible in hand, in a box, with a picture of her family and Jesus taped to the side. I felt awful. Part of me wanted to take a picture, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, and it cost and extra dollar which I didn't have. I exited and told Taylor and our friends Adrian and Natalie all about it and they laughed, and I laughed, and we left. I guess the moral of the story is that if you pay to see crazy people at the fair, don't be surprised when there really is a real person inside the box.

And lastly, I think I am going to take the plunge and chop my hair off again. I did 2 yrs ago, and I think I am ready for a change. I quite like my long hair but I only ever do it on Sundays. Anyway, this is a picture from the last time I did it. Should I do it again? I am going to do it no matter what, I think I just need a little encouragement. I think my face looks a little funny here, my nose seems out of place- ignore that part and tell me if you like the hair. Thanks friends!


yaya said...

Glad I get to post first...1)nothing better for teething than whiskey...nothing better than ice cubes soaked with whiskey.(I think I'm teething too)2)what kind of Mormon are you? Didn't you have a pass along card for the tiny woman?Maybe she should contact TLC for her own show.3)I love the short hair!

Ashley said...

Love. love the short hair. Work it. Work that hair.

Annie O said...

Love the short hair too. And your story of the ice was funny, the story of the tiny woman made me cry mostly because I raised a good and sensitive child.

sam and brittney said...

Laney! You are crazy for letting Henry eat whiskey ice from some weird man!! I would die if that happened to James! That is the saddest story about the tiny lady. How sad. Yes, chop the hair it always grows back! Miss you!

Melanie said...

I vote for the short cut! But keep in mind the below freezing wind chill that your gonna have on neck in a few months!

MommaMcCarthy said...

oh man, chopping my hair was the BEST decision I've ever made!!! (ok, the best decision in the last few months...) i'm allllll for it. don't listen to that melanie girl... winter hats look hotter when your hair is short :)

Rachel said...

I too went in to see the short lady at last year's fair, and I had a similar reaction. I came out and started crying a little. I just felt so incredibly sad that someone has to live a life like that...and that I had paid to stare at her.

I like the short hair. It's all the rage these days.

I can't wait to see Henry's fashion show pics.