Soggy Days

Ok, festival highlights. J with his rubber band gun. Yes, he stayed out of the water and mud of his own volition.






Daughter of a teacher friend did not do so well. I guess this could have been the moment at which interested grown females could have taken the plunge for money, huh?












E with friend Nicole.

J's harem. They are adorable.

Boys from J's class did try out the wallow. Later they looked like they had 5o'clock shadows when they rubbed mud on their face. Disgusting!

Two girls E babysits.

Ah, the band. The tiny, tiny band -that had a big sound in the gazebo. They need to travel around with a gazebo surrounding them. It improved their sound and made them feel better. Unfortunately it won't help when they begin field marching. There is only so much a 35 member band can do on a huge football field.

In the parade. It was drizzling just before and after the parade.

This actually was line up.

Line up.

The apple pie I spent two and a half hours on. It was scrumptious after I got it back . Long story. I baked it in my grandmother's pie pan thinking the winning pies in each category were the only ones auctioned off. Come to find out they are the only ones auctioned off live. The rest are put in a silent auction. Mine cost me $15 bucks to get back and I had to fight an crazy lady for it. She wouldn't listen to my story.

But as I worked in the chicken shack (bbq chicken and beef food booth) later, I shared and had many people loving it.

Many people on the back lines told me my pie was as good as the 3rd place pie but hers had more leaf cut-outs and design to it. So I will try a bit harder next year.




For as wet as it was I was surprised at the attendance. Judging from these photos, it looks like there was no one but us there. It could have been far worse.