Just As I Thought I Might be Getting Settled

Just as I thought I might be settling in a little bit to this country living………….

My husband Lonnie came home from work, walked into the room where I was working and asked me if I would like to go to the 4-H County Fair here in St. Johns. I thought about it for a minute. It was the last day, and when I have been to the 4-H County Fair, the suburbs of Oakland County, I had a lot of fun. I reminisced about all the fun carnival type rides, the game booths with the fast talking money makers that talked to me as I was walking past them clearly saying, "No Thanks, don’t want to play that game right now”, and they won’t stop their sales pitch at all until the next victim walks by. The Elephant Ears that tastes so good only at the “fair” and of course, the featured attractions going on each day, like the monster truck event, or the rodeo with the true cowboys roping the steer.

So I said, "That sounds good, I’ll meet you guys in the car after I changed my clothes”. Of course, upon exiting the house my son says, “Come on Mom, you don’t need to look good in order to go to a fair”. That’s true, I thought, but as a suburban girl, we always fix ourselves up a little before going out in public.

Well, to my surprised, when I opened the back porch door, there were chickens and roosters walking all around the porch steps, pooping everywhere. Now, in the past, they would come up onto the porch and poop all over our porch. I said to Lonnie, as he was about to sit down in the car, "Why are the chickens and roosters out?”. You know they are going to poop all over the porch, and we’re going to step in it and bring poop into the house. His reply was, “I felt sorry for them”. I said, “WHAT, are you kidding me?” and he proceeded to seat in the car and leave them out. We do not leave chickens out and drive away in the suburbs. We don’t even have chickens, for that matter. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper.

When we arrived at the 4-H County Fair, I was expecting to have some fun to cheer me up, but when I got there, were no rides, no games with pushy sales pitches, and not an elephant ear in sight, only FARM animals! I could have stayed at home for that show.

Wouldn’t you know that the first huge circus type tent we entered was full of goats and every kind of chicken breed you could imagine? I was so bored, but Lonnie and Quentin had to stop and look at every one of them, OMG! Then we visited the cow and bull tent. As we approached the pig tent and I stopped dead in my track before entering. Something awful smacked me right in the nose, the Stench of PIGS. I couldn’t move another step. It smelled to high heaven. YEP, I had to draw the line right there. That was my fill of the “country” county fair.

OK, let’s go home to see how much chicken poop is on the porch. :-/