Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Me, cutting to the chase: Look, I'll tell you right now, I don't do parades. I'll do pretty much anything else you need but not parades. I won't walk in a parade or ride in a float. I barely enjoy watching parades.
C0-leader, in blatant disbelief: But we walked in it last year....
Me, hard-core in my convictions: I wasn't here last year. If you want to take the girls, feel free. I won't be there.
I thought that was the end. I thought I made my position clear. And she didn't bring it up again, not until just before the parade.
Co, peppy to the last: I've got the permission slips for the parade. We're meeting in the parking lot at 9:30.
Me, ice princess : Have fun. I won't be there.
Co, slightly shocked: No?
Me, James Bond type cool: No. Won't. Be. There.
Co, laughing off what must be a bad joke: Sure you will.
Me, not joking: No way.
So the day of the parade comes and here's me in my little chair watching the city's finest march by melting in the heat and looking miserable. Lo and behold, here comes my troop of girls and leaders. I wave and smile as they pass by. Did they wave and smile back? No, not quite. Nobody likes to be stood up, but I think that when you say you're not going to be somewhere and then NOT show, all you are doing is keeping your word. But no, I was a betrayer, a spoil sport, loser.
However, I made my point. The word "parade" has never come up in a troop meeting again. There have been other organizations that I've belonged to over the years that have also put together a float or marched en masse behind some handmade sign. I'd have none of it. The reaction is always bad. Nobody likes a parade hater.
Well, I don't care! I don't like parades! I had to be in every stinking parade my entire childhood. Even out-of-town parades. It was the pits. We always got stuck behind some truck with fumes in our faces or behind horses leaving land mines or some lousy band playing the same damn song over and over and over again. I swore that once I was an adult and in control of my own destiny, I would never be in a parade again. So far, this has been a promise that I've been able to keep.
As a consequence of my loathing of parades, my kids have yet to be in one. This has caused several uncomfortable moments for them as well. Most recently yesterday as we were once again installed in our traditional parade watching spot, the boy's Boy Scout troop paraded by. As a group they glared at him and then me. We waved them on. They are certain to say something (and probably not in a nice way) at the next meeting. But again, we told them that we weren't coming. They shouldn't have been surprised.
I mentioned that I find even watching parades an iffy form of entertainment. I do like the marching bands and when the APL comes by with the dogs. My least favorite part is the endless line of tow trucks. Why do the tow trucks have to be in the parade? And why are there so many of them??? Isn't anyone broke down on Memorial Day morning? Maybe if our little hometown parade had floats like this, I would enjoy it more. Well, no, probably not.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
First, the Pro Football Hall of Fame. It was a cold, drizzly day in Canton. We arrived fashionably late after an almost 2 hour bus ride. The parking lot was chuck full of buses and kids from schools all over the state. There wasn't one happy face in the crowd.
First stop, athletic drill on the football field. Did I mention it was cold and drizzly. Oh yeah. Big fun. These huge smiles are only because this crew is a big ham for a camera.
Next stop, time for exploring the museum. This group was my responsibility. I guess you could say that we walked the whole place twice over without stopping much. I guess you could say that football's not our thing. I guess you could say we were bored out of our minds.
Here we found the boy in the gift shop. I picked up a really cute Christmas ornament of Santa at the Hall of Fame. How could I not buy it?
After that, we ate lunch ON THE BUS and then drove home. It was the worst field trip of all time. There's nothing more to say.
This week the field trip was Swings 'n Things. And just stop right there Brewer -- Everyone already knows your opinion of that place! This was a great field trip. The first half was fun disguised as educational lessons. The second part of the day was just running around with the place to ourselves. Sunny, warm and unlimited rides on everything. This trip more than made up for the one to you know where.
That's me in the bumper boats. They soaked me big time before it was over. Tomorrow is the lip sync contest. Stayed tuned for a big post about that!
Monday, May 14, 2007
And the girl getting hers. They said that the whipped cream was disgusting smelling and made them all sick. Tell the truth, none of them looked too great after all of this: A bunch of sixth graders walking around looking sticky with matted down hair.
Every that we've helped out with this, the man and I work the bracelet engraving table. The man makes the COOLEST bracelets. On mine you get a choice of your name in print or cursive with a heart, flower or star as decoration. By the end of the carnival, your hand is fairly numb from holding the engraver. Here's us hard at work for the last time. They'll have to find new engraving suckers for next year.
We had a "Flat Stanley" visiting us last week, so he came to the carnival, too. Here he is with one of the dogtags we were engraving. He got a bracelet with his name on it to take home.
Unfortunatly, for us, this last Spring Fling, probably was the worst ever thrown. First, they had it outside in the parking lot and sitting in the sun, engraving those little pieces of metal was really yucky. Also, being outside, the whole thing had an aura of tackiness, even for a cheesy school carnival. But the thing that really put a damper on it was that there was no music, no DJ. It was the quietest event you've ever been to. Every other year it's been a big, thumping dance party with games and crafts around the edges. Without music, it was downright bland. But let's not end this post on a down note. Here's more pie-in-the-face shots!