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The State Fair

Wednesday, July 30, 2008 5:09 PM

I’ve gone to State Fairs since I was a little girl. I always love the fair. There are horses and corn dogs, ponies and funnel cakes, foals and caramel apples…There are the amazing, one of a kind exhibits like the “smallest woman in the world” and the exhibit boasting a “live creature with the body of a snake and the head of a lady”! Heck, what’s not to like about a State Fair?!!!

So, I took the kids to the State Fair. I guess I had a hankerin’ for a corn dog and a caramel apple! Of course, everyone was hungry when we arrived, so the search for the best looking corndog was on! We found it. We ate it. Then it was a visit to the “smallest woman in the world”. We had visited her before but horror of all horrors, she was a different lady entirely. This one was completely indifferent and wore a horrid wig. I was almost kind enough to hand her an HD card, but I had already stayed my 50 cents worth!

We found the funnel cakes, fried Oreos® and even attempted a fried Twinkie®. Sorry, I didn’t care for the Twinkie®, there is just something wayyy wrong about a deep fried Twinkie®. Besides, I didn’t see a defibrillator nearby! We walked through the barns and looked at the miniature horses with babies, saw a cow in labor…a real treat?...and looked at the pigs and the sheep.

Just like every year before, when it’s time to leave, there is a rising chorus of, “Just ONE more ride??? Please…just one more?” and of course, I always cave since I like the rides too! This time? I wish I hadn’t. We chose the Himalaya. It’s always been a fun ride. Lots of loud music and a raucous crowd. As the ride started, I took a bunch of pictures to share with you all! Then, the man operating a ride decided to become a “madman” and I started to pray.

Most of you know me as being pretty adventurous and that is accurate. I’m always the first to say, “higher” – “faster” – “one more time” – not this time… I tell you now, he had this ride going twice as fast as I had ever gone before. He was grinning like an evil character in an Alfred Hitchcock film! I thought my kids and I were “goners”. Usually, when the guy yells out, “do you want to go faster?” everyone screams, “YES!!!” This time, no one said anything. Not even the youngsters! It was a truly scary experience. The ride was going so fast that the force (along with my daughters) crushed me against the side of the car so hard I still have bruises!

I made a decision when the ride stopped. I’ll never put my life (or my children’s life) into the hands of anyone who resembles an evil character AND sets up temporary rides at carnivals! Tee hee. I sure hope the pictures turned out good…because next year, you aren’t going to see me anywhere near the “Himalaya”!

However, you still may catch me at the corn dog stand…I think that’s right where I belong!

by Babe with a Mane

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My natural hair has not been seen for over 20 years. It has hidden under wigs and weaves, under toppik, colored sprays, couvre and dermatch. My growing hair is a significant burden. It takes too much time to try to fix it up to be presentable, too much money to try to fix, too much energy to worry about and conceal. Every day, I used to wish for great hair. Every day I was ashamed of my thin hair. Every day, I woke up feeling confident, feminine and sexy inside. Then, I looked in the mirror at my natural hair and those positive thoughts were robbed from me. My natural hair forced me to feel unattractive, timid and insecure. I know who I am inside and I wanted to project that image to everyone else. To do that, my hair had to change. Women who are bald or have very thin hair, are not considered "socially acceptable" in the general public's eye. I wanted to be considered socially acceptable, my natural hair wouldn't let me. My dream hair allows me to lead a normal life. I wake up to my guy nuzzling my neck while my soft hair is brushed aside. I jump in the shower to wash my hair. I look in the mirror to see a confident and sexy woman, looking back at me. I don't waste hours trying to disguise myself to fit in. I blow dry and curl my hair and go to work with a spring in my step. I don't catch others staring at my thin hair while trying to have a conversation with me. The same confident, self assurance that I feel inside is now projected on the outside. There are no further internal battles between true persona and an incongruous outward appearance. I am finally, after a lifetime of dreaming, able to project an image that reflects the confident, sexy, intelligent, feminine woman I truly am.

Babe with a Mane

Not born with hair, but I've got the intelligence to find it, the job to pay for it, the patience to "stick" it on just right, the will to make it work, the confidence to wear it boldly and the smile to wear under it!

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