Sunday, September 9, 2012

Just Chillin'

So, this Saturday my parents and I went to the Hillbilly Chili Cook Off. My dad maintains that he makes the best chili ever, and wanted to check out what was going on.  I am not a chili fan - but I wanted to see hillbillies.  Mom told me THERE WILL NOT BE ANY HILLBILLIES THERE!  I told her, if I didn't see a hillbilly then the whole thing was a farce, a bait and switch to get my money, and I would DEMAND my three buck entrance fee back.  After that, she still let me their camera. Wanna join us? 




There were tons of volunteer and charity organizations there.  These doggie treats were being sold for $2 a bag by an organization that wants to make sure that every doggie citizen gets rabies and parvo vaccinations no matter the economic circumstances of  his or her owner.  Of course, Dash got a bag. 


This is a taxi.  I bet you knew that.  


And there were crafty things everywhere. The quilting guild was there as were The Dam Knitters, the knitting guild.  I like to think the two guilds begin each meeting plotting the others demise.  Cross stitchers are solitary, and there is no stitchers guild.  Oh, see the lady in the Hawaiian print hoodie? The one with the very stylish purse? Mom. 


Nuns love Lemonade and Funnel Cake! Who doesn't? 


Two boys that will be entering the cutest dog contest.  Dash was not present so could not win, because let's be honest he can't be trusted around chili. 


I did not know there was a International Chili Society. 




This is my favorite picture of the day. According to my Dad, their chili sucked, it was way to sweet, but I gave them my vote anyway  - because girls, and the one boy that is stuck  hanging out with them, DO rock! 

So did I see any hill people,  well not the kind I imagined, but I had a great time. So I got my $3.00 worth so I didn't stage a protest and the entrance. Plus, Officer Dave was there, and I don't want to get a reputation with the local constable. 




In other news, Saturday was just not enough family fun time. Tonight we  went to have dinner with the 'rents. Dash was especially excited as there was talk of German Sausages  ( not brats )  being cooked over an open fire.  You know he is always down for that rustic  country stuff.  He rant into the house said hello to his Opa, searched for his Oma, figured out she was outside, and at top speed ran through the screen door. 

To their credit, my parents were not concerned about the door, just Dash who was perfectly fine and not phased at all by the experience, the corner of the screen is ripped, and currently there is a perfect Dash sized  fully functioning doggie door.