Before I forget, I want to record some of our goings-on during the trip to Utah. We went to the County Fair one of the days. The perfect small-town affair, complete with face painting and petting zoos and magic shows and clowns and animal exhibits and craft exhibits and a rodeo. And a Pie Eating Contest.
My mom entered my name in the contest (it was a drawing…you had to be lucky to get in…and wouldn’t you know, I got lucky.) She wouldn’t put her name in, maintaining that she had a "reputation" to keep up. I guess as a teacher, she was afraid she’d have students in the audience who would’ve enjoyed the show more than she’d like. If you ask me, the reputation she should worry about was the one she got in high school where she actually WON the pie eating contest. It still embarrasses her, little Danita, up there against football players and the like, winning the contest. Wish I could’ve seen THAT one!
Anyway, I didn’t really want to do it, but because I’d wanted the kids to do it and they were too chicken, I had to prove that it was no big deal. So I went up there. In front of a lot of people. To make a fool of myself. And make a fool of myself I did. Mom wanted me to eat it carefully so we could all share the left-overs. I told her no way, I was in it to win it. So when they said go, I dug in. Stuck my face in, intending to eat the whole thing in one huge gulp. Problem was, I had pie up my nose and so much pie in my mouth I couldn’t breathe. I’m pretty sure I even got pie in my inner ears, by way of my nose or mouth, I’m not sure which…maybe both. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what I did then, how I survived from that point on. It was all a blur. Somehow, by some miracle, I didn’t pass out. Point is, I didn’t win. Barely got in a few bites.
By the grace of God I survived the experience…God knows it would be too much of a hardship on Dave to be widowed with four kids because of a pie eating contest. Only it seems to me that it would be a pretty fitting way for me to go, knowing how much I love to eat, and chocolate cream pie especially.
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What a wonderful memory and I’m sure there’s no better way to go…LOL
Cause of : Chocolate cream pie inhalation. {tragic}.
YEAH baby!!!
looks like a wonderful time shannon!!!
Heee heee!!! Love those pie shots, Shannon!!!
That’s hilarious. At least it was a pie you liked!
HAHAHAHAHA! that’s a funny story and even funnier shots to go with it!
You crack me up sis. Wish I could’ve been there!!!
LOL, love the way you tell a story
Ashley.
That pie story is truly priceless! ROFL! Welcome Home!!
omg- such cute shots! you are so cute to do that pie contest, shannon>
betcha have a whole new perspective on the subject of pie - great story - you look too cute with the “pie face”
the pics are great -love those county fairs!
what fun pics!!!! looks like a fun time. You look so young there - NO way you could be the mother of 4
yes, but she looked so happy eating that pie right up until the very end….
kellicrowe
LMBO! I’m just imaging the epitaph
“Wife, mother, daughter and friend…but a pie-eating champion she was not”
Looks like a fun time was had by all
Bwaaaaaaaa!! Those photo’s are priceless, your kids must have gotten such a kick out of that!
Death by a pie!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Oh, my. Look at you. I’m so proud!
that is hilarious! Love it
Welcome back! Sounds like you had some down home fun. Sorry you couldn’t carry on the pie eating contest winner tradition. Hope Sophie is feeling better. I’ve got a throwing up kid here myself. Well, when things get smoother for the both of us - we’ll have to catch up!