Pigs Can Fly!

Saturday we went down to Ada, OK for the 2nd annual Fly-in and BBQ Contest. Ada is about 2 1/2 hours south of Tulsa and it's just the kind of place that would have a fly-in and bbq contest. You can't really see the kids in the picture, they are in front of the fire truck, but they were so impressed with the size of this flag! that the told me I had to get a picture.




We decided to get the taster's kit that let you get a little sample of 10 of the competing teams food. There were a couple of other teams giving food away for free because they didn't want it to go to waste. We mostly tasted brisket, but there was a nibble of rib eye steak that was stellar, a rib that could have been better, and something that looked like sloppy joe. We did taste one bit of brisket! that was exceptional from the Woodsmoking team. Boy was that brisket ever good, no sauce required. We also had sno-cones.





This is a life flight helicopter. It will probably not be Belly's last time in one. She did go over to one of the guys who was there with the life flight team and tell him that she wants to be a nurse on an airplane when she grows up but she doesn't know how to fly a plane. "You need to show me how to fly this!" she demanded. They chuckled at her, but she was serious.





Connor pulled his head out of his rear end long enough to be interested in a giant military truck of some kind. Then he put his head back in his rear end and continued to be difficult. The girls were whiny, the sun was hot, the sky was blue and he was 12.




Boy did we ever make use of the port-o-potties! Willa spent so much time in one of them that Connor yelled, "Hey Doctor Poo, are you taking your Turdis to another Urinaverse or what?!" And I just cracked up laughing. So for the past couple of days Willa has been Dr. Poo. Hahahahaha....Turdis. That kid cracks me up.





Hey girls! Look at those cool airplanes flying around! Wow! Look at that! That plane is racing a car!





Not so interested in the airplanes. They were picking flowers for Uncle Larry! who was judging the contest. Apparently, he got to eat all kinds of super tasty BBQ and he got to bring home a little goody bag. The kids got into Uncle Larry's goody bag and took all his stuff. They ate his ribs and took his pens and pads of paper.





They did finally watch some airplanes flying around, but only because Belly was waiting for one of them to crash. "I saw this on television," she told Willa conspiratorially, "they go high, and then they fall and explode." Thankfully, she was disappointed.





Connor got some video footage of the airshow that I have to figure out how to embed in the blog. Uncle Larry says he knows how, and I'm sure Connor can figure it out. We'll see if we can get that up here in the next few days.





After we got back from the air show, we went to dinner at Hideaway Pizza! Super tasty! I wish we had one of these at home. I was glad to finally meet a real friend of Uncle Larry's (that's half of Doug in the photo above). Up until this point we've only met the neighbors, not any real 'friends' to speak of, and I was starting to get a complex. Are we really that bad? (Yes, yes we are!) We also went to Target and bought shoes because Willa's flip flops made her feet hurt.