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Big Hairy Ones, I Tell 'Ya…

Wednesday, July 2, 2008 | 9 responses | Filed Under: Photabulous & Why I Love Demerol

It's a Dirty Job...

I've lived in Arkansas for what? Almost five years now?

Five long years.

One would assume that five years of being a transplant hillbilly would be a sufficient amount of time to… Adjust. However, five long years of hillbilly doesn't quite overshadow or replace twenty-three years of coonass.

No matter how hard I try.

Waiting Patiently, Patiently Waiting

"Honey, is it still strange to you not to smell beer at a fair like this? Or are you fully converted at this point?"

He laughs, "It's a church fair, Judith."

"Your point?"

"It's also a dry county, Judith."

"Have I mentioned yet today that Arkansas sucks sweaty monkey balls and that I hate you for moving me here?"

"Twice."

"Good. Because it does, and I do. And I want a beer, demmit."

For the record, when we first moved here, the concept of "counties" as opposed to "parishes" threw me for a bit of a loop.

But the concept of a "dry" county as opposed to a "wet" county still blows my mind.

I mean… I don't get it.

At all.

And I'm a pretty smart gal.

Most of the time.

Yet no one has managed to properly explain to me the benefits of living in a place that neither sells nor serves alcohol in terms that make any sense.

I just don't get it.

"It's a great place to raise children, " they say…

The Air Up There...

And they may be right.

But I still firmly believe that my children would be much happier if
I were holding one of those giant Styrofoam cups filled with strawberry
margarita while standing in line in the hundred degree weather waiting for them to ride the damn
bumper cars for the fiftieth time.

Don't you?

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  1. angie

    July 2, 2008

    Just so you know this blog made me want a beer. So I went to my fridge and got one. Yes, I am a bitch. Thank you. I learned it by watching you. ;)

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  2. rachel

    July 2, 2008

    Dry counties blow.
    I have two beers in the freezer, wanna join me? You're right, I love that picture of P & A. Absolutely darlin' even though his big ol' head takes up the whole thing.
    A fair, without beer? Perish the thought. Nathan would shrivel up in a corner fetal style.
    Hopefully you'll get a chance to use your cute coozie soon :-)

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  3. Maria

    July 2, 2008

    Gorgeous photos, as always.
    I didn't even know dry counties existed!

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  4. Qweenie

    July 3, 2008

    Growing up in California it was normal for mom the pick up EVERYTHING she needed for margaritas at the grocery store, including the tequila.

    We lived in a dry county in Tenn. It sucked. Then when we moved back to Minn. everything was better 'cept you can't buy booze at the grocery store, on the upside there was a beergarden at every county fair.

    Now that we live in Wisconsin we are back to being able to buy booze at the grocery store, cause demmit Cheeseheads gotta have their booze!!

    FTR I'd so much rather have a frozen margarita than a beer anyhow……

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  5. skiplovey

    July 3, 2008

    Dry counties? I thought that was only in the movies? Gah, the thought of it makes me shudder. I'm having a strawberry margarita tonight just cuz it's sounds so damn good now.
    Gorgeous pics, btw. Really stunning.

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  6. Sandy

    July 3, 2008

    I have to say, moving up North is similar to me…I mean we could get beer at the freaking gas station in TN…but here you can only get beer at a bar outlet and liquor in the State Store (state controls the alcohol stores here). It is very confusing.

    When DH and I visited my family the first year I moved up here we went to a Super Walmart and of course they had 2 or 3 isles of nothing but beer and even had kegs…DH just gasped and said "is that what I think it is??" Not that he wanted one (we really aren't drinkers) but that he had never seen a keg in a store before…

    LOL

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  7. Shannanb aka Mommy Bits

    July 4, 2008

    Wow. I can't imagine a church festival without beer. Just doesn't seem right. Even though I don't drink very often I think it would be hard living in adry county. Bless your heart…. hold tight!

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  8. Tara R.

    July 4, 2008

    FYI… Moore County Tennessee, where Jack Daniels is distilled? Dry! You can't get a Jack n' Coke where Jack is made… tell me that's not wrong?

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  9. Secret Agent Mama

    July 5, 2008

    Here we can't buy anything alcoholish on Sundays. Not the same, but close. You inevitably crave a margarita on a Sunday!

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