The Cheatham county Fair

Good mornin Possum's! As ya'll probably guessed....Ole Bubba has been out and about again! Are ya'll scared? Well... you should be. Not really but it was fun to say to say the very least. Once again it was one of those lazy afternoons, sittin on the porch havin coffee and wonderin what's for supper. We all like The New South Grill so well... we decided to head back out to Ashland city for another fine dinin experience. This time I got a picture of their sign. The usual happened as we dined, talked and sipped ice tea. It wasn't until dessert and coffee portion of our meal that we all decided to head out to the Cheatham County fair. We had passed the sign on the way in to the Grill. Since Nashville has done away with their fair as of last year....It was the perfect way to spend an evenin and walk off the calories of the butterfinger cake we had just packed onto our hips and thighs. Not complainin mind you , but guilt never fails us. So sit back and light yourselves up a cigarette and I'll fill you in on the story.



We had gotten the directions from the locals that work at the Grill as to where we would find this fair. They were all to eager to help us with our mappin of the road ahead. So into the darkness as night had closed in all around us. I got excited as a Sock Monkey could be as we started seein the fair lights.



Oh yeah! The fair! Some go for the cotton candy,rides and corn dogs but the lights of those rides always gets me goin! The color of the lights makes my eyes roll back in my head and druel run down the sides of my mouth.



FUNNEL CAKE!!!!! Possum's! Can we talk here? I grab my hips and thighs as I walk past this booth. The butterfinger cake we had partook in earlier in the evenin...had me pushin the fat back so as no one could see it. I was able to walk past without lookin back on that note. The smell of them cookin was enough to sustain us. I simple won't think of the drippin chocolate, lovinly poured over the top and the powdered sugar sprinkled on top! By this time I was grittin my teeth at the very thought! Keep walkin little brown Sock Monkey!!!!



Just think of the lights and all the stress of not havin funnel cake will fade into the background of the fair.



This got us to the ferriswheel ride and we thought to ourselves...We could ride above the smell of the funnel cakes. Yeah! That's it! Of course when we were stopped way up high so the folks under us could get off the ride...The funnel cake smell rose up to us and we almost fell off! Is this a sugar addiction or what? My head went fuzzy as the dizziness and fadin to black started! Got to keep my wits about me and hold on! We are way up in the air!



The ferriswheel now behind me...I started just walkin around takin in more lights and smells of the fair envelope my head.



I found some local monkee buddies just hangin out. Keep it cool monkees! Join me Possum's as we continue on with our story of the fair!





Now this ia a small town and not as big as most state fairs. Never the less we did enjoy ourselves in the charm of it all.



Don't be an ass Possum's! LOL! Pun intended! Just a little Sock Drawer humor. Not meant to offend anyone by any means.



Ya'll know I love the exibits of the fairs I go to. And sittin on the shelf were two antique Sock Monkeys....dressed to the nines/ with a big old first place blue ribbon shashed across them! I all but peed myself! Yes! The charm of the Sock Monkey lives on! Need I say more?



LIGHTS!



RIDES! The fun of it all!!!



To finish the evenin off...is always the Carosel!





Savannah Jane bein goofy! I was on the horse in front of her.



It's time to close The Sock Drawer on another adventure! Bubba