So, that being said,
We had a blast at Fire in the hills. I was always trying to be the indifferent punk as a youngster, shunning everything that was remotely uncool, like cowboys and country music. As I've gotten older, I actually have a little country in my music list and daggone it. This weekend I earned my cowboy name "Barefoot Dolly." I had so much fun dressing in Victorian clothes and participating in the dutch oven cook off, shooting guns, banquet and just hanging out with some really awesome, nice and--hey, they dress up in their spare time and shoot guns---dare I say, quirky people.
Without furter ado, pictures :
The cow-folk milling about the western town/shooting area.
My nieces are all sharp shooters and were in the competitions this weekend.
From left to right: Leslie (Lucky Leslie), Shanon (Iron Butterfly), and Lauren (Wild Annie O.).
Everyone gathered for how-not-to-lose-an-eye before shooting begins.
Me, In jail.
I had to laugh. My mother and I were the only Obama supporters in the whole area. The NRA guy set up his hate signs right next to the Hippie Liberals.
Whoa. My arms are saggy anymore. And...I thought my boobs were perkier. Go figure.
DEFEAT OBAMA!!!! lol...lol...
Mom and I getting ready to leave for Banquet in our "evening dress"
My sign was on the whore house (see the little brown sign?
It says Unique Euphoria. So, we were whores
for the day. Wooo mom!
Mom stuck with showing leg, while I struck a weird pose. I think I'm modeling underwear here.
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