Here in Hooterville, every third weekend in September we celebrate Cow Days.
Yes, COW DAYS.
Many small towns here in Kentucky have their own festivals, such as Ham Days, Lincoln Days, the Bourbon Festival, Foothill Days, and The Apple Festival. For us, it’s Cow Days.
It’s a homecoming of sorts. Class reunions are usually planned to coincide with Cow Days and you usually run into someone you never thought you’d see before.
One of the first things you have to do upon arriving is milk Annie. She’s a large fiberglass cow that the kids can milk for grape Koolaid. This is the first year Ella would even come close to her.
I have been tempted to lay down underneath her and squirt the Koolaid right in my mouth but Rico said it wouldn’t be “appropriate.” He’s no fun.
Ella wanted to do the same…she really is MY child.
Next is a ride on the train. Which costs $3.00 per person for a 5 minute ride.
I think I need a new career. You know how many people fell for this rip off?
You can find all kinds of arts and crafts, fall decorations and even buy such things as camouflaged lingerie and this…
a candle called “Boyfriend in a Jar.” And I can speak from experience when I say this candle smells better than any boyfriend I’ve ever had. ‘Nuff said.
You can even let your 3 year old pick out a tattoo.
Then you can run into Farm Chick who always gets the better picture and blogging fodder.
Next is the parade which includes the local high school band, the Shriners, a gazillion tractors and several hundred horses and mules.
And what festival wouldn’t be complete without a beauty pageant?
Rachel decided she wanted to compete for the coveted “Miss Pre-teen Cow Days.” She begged and I hoped this phase would pass. It didn’t and we spent the whole week prior learning to walk in heels.
She looked beautiful and grown up and elegant.
She got 2nd runner up and had a great time.
Cow Days. While it’s certainly not an event for the society pages, it’s suits us just fine.
