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Tuesday, November 10, 2009, by Sherra
Continuing my tribute to our military this week…
This is for those who have been interested in what they actually have to do in Basic Combat Training (BCT).
If you don’t already know this and many people don’t – the new Soldiers go through 18 specific requirements in order to graduate. I won’t list all 18 but in addition to the grueling physical fitness tests, here are just some things they must successfully complete:
- Rifle Marksmanship
- M16A2 Qualification
- Live Fire Exercise
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Hand Grenade Qualification
- Night Infiltration Course
- Long Distance Foot Marches in full battle gear
The exercise that seemed to create the most stress for our darling twins (and many others!), even before they left is formally referred to as the “NBC Confidence Chamber.” I wish NBC stood for watching the whole thing on NBC television but it actually stands for nuclear, biological, and chemical.
This website has a good description:
“The gas chamber is a room that has a controlled concentration of CS (orto-chlorobenzylidene-malononitrile) gas, more commonly known as tear gas. Tear gas is the active ingredient in Mace™ and used for self defense and for riot control by the police. Tear gas is an irritant; specifically, it irritates mucous membranes in the eyes, nose, mouth and lungs, causing tearing, sneezing, coughing, etc.”
When we got their letters this past summer and I shared my relief that they both got through “The Gas Chamber” so many people had questions that I asked Rachel if I could just reprint her letter home right here.
Bonus – you all get a picture of their platoon preparing to enter and at the end, a picture of some of them exiting and one of Rachel too.
Mom & Dad,
I almost forgot to tell you about the most recent accomplishment! We conquered the gas chamber. It sucked sooo bad. I think it sucked worse for me though. I was in the first group with Lizzie, Kirk and Campfield. The lady came and checked all of our masks to make sure there was a tight seal. Me and Campfield got approved, but Lizzie and Kirk needed more adjustment so they had to be in a different group.
Two minutes later Campfield & I were being herded into the chamber. It was a big, dark cement room. There were 4 drill sergeants walking around to help. The minute I entered my eyes started burning and watering and my throat was burning and so was my skin. It was also harder to breathe. I also began to snot, which was not very pleasant. I quickly came to the conclusion that my mask was not properly sealed.
At first, I remained calm. Deep breaths, well sort of, actually I was trying to breathe as little as possible. I raised my hands and stomped my feed. (One reason I knew my mask wasn’t sealed was because Campfield was just standing there breathing fine while I was panicking.)
When the drill sergeant came over I told him my mask wasn’t sealed. He cleared it once, and I told him it still wasn’t good. He waved his hand and said I should be fine…oh, ok, I will just sit and suffer until it’s my turn to say my name & info.
I stood there for like 2 of the longest minutes of my life with like a 2 foot string of snot hanging out of my nose. (I feel bad for the next person who would have to use my gas mask.) I could barely open my eyes after that. When it was my turn to say my name, rank and Social. I lifted my mask and got my name and rank out and coughed my Social. I had already been exposed to the gas, so I could barely talk while everyone else could.
I then put my mask down and cleared it (even though that did nothing) and waited for everyone else to finish. After everyone was done, we lined up at the door and took off our masks to say the Soldier’s Creed. By that point I was about to run out, but after about 30 seconds they finally let us out.
AIR!
I didn’t throw up though I wanted to, I just gagged, snotted and tried to open my eyes.
Overall, it was a great experience. I’m glad to have that under my belt. I will try to write again soon. Maybe I will get to call.
Love,
Rachel
She’s a wry, funny kid in case you can’t tell.
And along with her darling twin, they are both braver than I will ever be.
Next time your teen complains about being bored or how horrible it is to live at home with all your silly rules…suggest military service.
Full Disclosure: Regarding yesterday’s post, for anyone who does not get our very dry, deadpan humor…Rachel aka Roger Leroy did not and does not have gonorrhea nor did she ever have a testicle (removed or otherwise).
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Monday, November 9, 2009, by Sherra
Because it is Veteran’s Day this Wednesday, November 11, 2009, I want to take time this week to honor our United States Military and all the Soldiers and Veterans who serve…
Because they deserve so much more than a day of honor once or twice a year…
I had planned this before the horrific events of last week at Ft. Hood and I hope that everyone will stop and say a prayer for every Soldier and Veteran who sacrifice so much for all of us.
Photo courtesy of vox_efx/
Today, I thought I would share a little more about about our darling twin daughters and the process they went through in deciding to join the Army National Guard.
After a family meeting at our home with several members of the Georgia Army National Guard they learned their next step was to answer a series of questions on the National Guard website.
I feel like now that they are 18 and out of high school I can reveal more of the fun we had when they were minor children under my daily care.
Side note: This may qualify as PG-13 in case any minors are reading.
They both sat at computers and Roger Leroy began shouting questions to me while I was in another room.
This was the real conversation as the darling twins answered questions for enlistment and scholarships (you probably already know I typed it for posterity last February knowing it would some day find its way on the blog)…
RL: Do I have gonorrhea?
Me: Do you?
RL: Have I ever had a testicle removed?
Me: Just say yes, right at birth but you don’t remember.
Next I hear Wizzy whispering to Roger Leroy…
Wizzy: What are dependents? Do I have any?
RL: I need an administrator at school for a recommendation for this scholarship. Who should I ask Mom?
Me: Oh I know, why don’t you ask the assistant principal who gave you your IN SCHOOL SUSPENSION last year. Be sure to tell him you’re turning over a new leaf.
Yes, it’s true. They are both going to work in Human Intel. Everyone remain calm. I know they will keep us all safe.
I think you can now clearly see what is wrong with ME.
Hope this made you smile – we could all use a little more humor these days.
Tune in tomorrow for Roger Leroy’s experience in the Gas Chamber…
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Friday, November 6, 2009, by Sherra
If you have read my blog from the beginning you probably know a few things about me like…
I have issues
Parenting wears me out
Parenting teenagers has still not driven me to drink
And if I ever do decide to take up drinking, you would also know that I would never drink and drive.
I actually made that life decision long before I became a drunk driving statistic and a severe head injury survivor.
The irony of me being the designated driver for friends who drank in high school and college and then me being hit by a drunk driver doesn’t escape me.
I vividly remember that Mothers Against Drunk Driving (MADD) campaign at the time of our crash was “Don’t call me lucky” which is a slogan I have worn out over the years. Being hit head-on by a drunk driver, living through it and having your life turned upside down is not lucky.
Don’t get me wrong – I am blessed and grateful for my recovery and I have a good life.
It has always seemed incredibly selfish to me to put other people’s lives at risk because of your bad choices. (Not to mention putting your own life at risk.)
MADD has a new campaign that I am happy to tell you about because I do believe that the “Power of Parents” is worth blogging about. If you have teenagers, the message of choices and of making the choice and commitment to not drink and drive is worth talking about.
Take their quiz or watch their video to help you get started with this important season of parenting.
The Power of Parents campaign with the tagline “It’s your influence” is an important reminder for all of us to remember we can really make a difference with our teenagers. It is our job to do our best to influence them to make good decisions.
I am a nut about driving safety as I’ve shared here before and this is certainly part of that whole process.
Remember…
I am that parent.
I hope you will be that parent too.
Full disclaimer: I wrote this review while participating in a blog campaign by Mom Central on behalf of MADD. A donation was made to MADD in my name to thank me for taking the time to participate.
Just so you know…the donation is lovely but I would have written this without it. 
Have a fabulous and safe weekend!
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Monday, November 2, 2009, by Sherra
Remain seated.
My Monday post is on Monday.
Halloween was a 3 day affair if you don’t count the party Scary Baby went to two weeks earlier. Who knew that one picture I snapped that evening would be her best Halloween picture?
On Thursday, the darling twins went to a dance at their college and emailed me their winning costume. See if you can guess what they were from the dark, blurry pictures they emailed me…
Their creative friend Jordan came up with the idea for five of them to go as…
Interlocking Tetris pieces
Tetris is a computer game for those who are still scratching their heads. 
They won first prize. So glad they are carrying on the family tradition of award-winning Halloween costumes!
On Friday, Scary Baby went to party #2. She opted for a hobo look complete with self-drawn magic marker beard (washable marker she informed me quickly when I saw her face).
She needed to take a dish to pass – not dessert {gasp}. She picked mummy dogs and cheesy fingers. These were big hits at the party – file this for next year if you need ideas for easy and amusing Halloween party food.
Crescent roll dough makes everything better. Wrapping hot dogs in the dough and cutting string cheese in half was grueling work but someone had to do it.
On Saturday, Scary Baby went for the full blown scary vampire-like costume.
Newsflash: She did have a cape but we didn’t get a picture of the whole outfit. Why? Because when you tell ask your very literal husband to take a picture of his darling daughter on the porch…he takes a picture of her on the porch. As in ONE picture. Nice.
The poor 4th child has so few photos compared to the first three–I hear it’s a natural consequence of birth order.
Sunday, we had a delicious crockpot of chili compliments of Chef PhilBillPaul and I whipped up a very labor intensive dessert.
Okay, so maybe slicing an apple into 8 pieces, wrapping in crescent roll dough, pouring melted butter, sugar and vanilla followed by pouring a can of Mountain Dew® (hello Ann – are you reading this?) all over it and sprinkling with cinnamon took all of 5 minutes but oh baby, were these ever good.
The picture is unbaked but they look pretty much the same baked. Scary Baby said they look like chicken. We all agreed they did not taste like chicken! Find this crazy delicious Apple Dumplings recipe at Pioneer Woman.
And here’s the candy she didn’t want…
So relieved to see that someone was thoughtful enough to give out those 1/2 ounce bags of healthy pretzels to offset all the candy. Whew.
She can’t be related to us but we did say thank you.
Happy November! How was your Halloween weekend?
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Monday, October 12, 2009, by Sherra
Dear Mom,
The cupcakes I made on Sunday were so amazing and delicious that I really wish I could mail a box to Illinois so you could try them.
But I can’t.
Because we ate them all.
Sorry 
I can tell you all about them though so maybe you’ll be inspired to make them yourself. Or not.
What started out as a recipe I found and printed…Nutmeg Cupcakes with Maple Buttercream Frosting become Spice Cupcakes with Maple Syrup Frosting at my friend Leigh Anne’s house. I sent her the recipe and then she made them before I did. No real surprise since she is a baking and cupcake queen! But I couldn’t believe she changed the recipe so there wasn’t any NUTMEG?!
Anyway, I couldn’t get them out of my mind so I whipped them up this weekend. Except I turned them into…
Nutmeg & Cinnamon Cupcakes with
Maple Brown Sugar Buttercream Frosting
Long name I know, but oh so divine!
You can use Leigh Anne’s non-nutmeg recipe and instead use 2 tsp of nutmeg and 1 tsp of cinnamon. I might just do 1 tsp of nutmeg and 1 tsp of cinnamon next time. No matter what spice combo you choice, this recipe is a keeper! (You could just eat the frosting and not make the cupcakes…just sayin’)
Friday night I had made a fun little Halloween treat with Scary Baby and one of her friends. She wants to go to two neighborhood parties so I wanted to try this Candy Corn Cookie Bark. I will admit the oreos and pretzels made me a little skeptical.
Yum! I would add even more pretzels next time. For much better pictures and detailed directions, visit Leigh Anne’s blog.
As you can see, my quest to cut down sugar at our house is going very well.
It’s October – we’re obviously taking a little break.
I had two perfect treats to send home with Wizzy and Jordan who stopped by on their way back to college after a weekend of fun visiting Jordan’s family.
Jordan also scored Roger Leroy’s little Halloween treat bucket.
Because Roger Leroy wasn’t able to stop by on her busy weekend. I think they saved her a cupcake.
We’re loving our gorgeous Fall weather. Has it snowed there yet?
tiny lol
Love,
Your Darling Daughter
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Friday, October 9, 2009, by Sherra
I almost forgot to tell you what rule we did learn at our first rugby game.
It wasn’t really about the game. It was about the the fans. All 30 of them. Including Jenna and her dad who drove up to watch the game with us.
First, the backstory. The game was at 5:00 pm and the gorgeous sun was beating down on the field and we were all grateful it wasn’t raining!
But the sun was full on in our eyes so when we saw another family go over to the opposite side of the field lining the woods, we decided to join them.
It was perfect and gorgeous and we settled in to watch and try to understand this new sport.
That lasted for about 5 minutes.
The referee/official/powertripper came over to inform us that he needed everyone back on the other side. At first, we thought he was kidding. It was a field as in literally a field that they lined and set up portable goal posts. (It’s a club sport – funded by the players.)
Jenna’s dad very nicely said “How about if we move farther back by the trees?”
Powertripper said no way. There were LIABILITY issues and we MUST go back to the other side and all fans must stay behind the BARRIER. It was for our own safety and he didn’t want anyone to get hurt.
I really do try to set a good example and obey the rules
As we all started folding our chairs, Ed told us he wasn’t going back to the sunny side.
Who knew we were with such a parent rebel?
He moved his chair back and sat there for the first half.
Then he joined us in a shady corner sort of behind the barrier.
Here’s the barrier…
Thank goodness we all stayed safe.
Behind that ROPE BARRIER.
And in an attempt to even out the rugby picture feature from Wednesday, here are a few shots of Wizzy that she swiped borrowed from someone’s Facebook page.
The girl with BRONCHITIS is carrying the ball.
Darling twins working together.
Side note: Several people have commented privately that I am using the girls’ real names. Yes, I am! Intermittently with their nicknames. Because once they turn 18…I’m no longer trying as hard to protect their privacy. Especially since they remind me often that they are 18 and I can’t tell them what to do anymore. Same rule with The Grunter/Everett.
Have a fabulous weekend! This Fall weather is my most favorite time of year!!
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009, by Sherra
We learned some new four letter words this weekend. Though I really can’t give you clear definitions.
Maul.
Ruck.
Plus a lovely five letter word.
Scrum.
None sound particularly nice. Maul is the only one I’m vaguely familiar with.
But not in this new context.
Our darling twins have picked up another bad habit sport in college.
Rugby
Call us narrow-minded but PhilBillPaul and I were less than thrilled to hear this. We know very little about the game except to describe it as “tackle football without pads or equipment.”
Oh wait, they do wear a pretty black mouth guard.
In their first mini-tournament that they insisted we not come and watch because they were still unsure of the rules, Rachel was kind enough to send me these photos. She is number 15.
Lizzie played too. Bottom right corner picture. She was just on the opposite side of the field barely in photographer’s view I guess.
Upon review, I had to ask if anyone else tackled anyone or just her?
She insisted she just happened to be playing right at the photographer’s angle.
She’s also the smallest one on the team (again) and after watching opposing basketball players literally lift her off the floor for years – I was pretty sure I was not going to like watching this.
Side note: No, I haven’t forgotten that they are Soldiers. Yes, it stresses me.
When they invited us to their first official full-length game this past weekend, we headed up to North Georgia as part of our parental obligation.
This after several lengthy discussions with the other darling twin, Lizzie.
Who had been sick enough to go to the clinic and was prescribed an antibiotic for an upper respiratory infection and went TUBING in the river less than 48 hours later.
Exact words:
“Mom it wasn’t strenuous, I just sat in the tube and floated.”
She then continue her quest for resting and healing 5 days later by engaging in a flag football game where she…
“might have broken her pinky…the clinic said I should have an x-ray…where do I go for that?”
Bonus diagnosis at the out-of-network clinic (who declared the pinky the worst sprain they’d ever seen) was BRONCHITIS with 3 new prescriptions including an inhaler and steroid to open her lungs.
She called to tell us before we left home for the game and I paraphrase a bit:
I’m not playing unless we don’t have enough players. I’ve already told the team captain I don’t want to play. And if she does have to put me in the game, it will be in the backfield where no one really goes just so we have enough players on the field. Blah, blah, blah. Lie, lie, lie.
She played. Not in the backfield.
She was actively involved in this scrum.
Well, at least I think this was a scrum. Maybe it was a maul?
PhilBillPaul’s keen observation as he folded up his chair:
Well, it was more fun to watch than cross country don’t you think?
Anyway, darling Lizzie came up to us after the game happy and excited.
With a bloody lip. BIG SIGH.
Oh, and they won.
yipee
Never did I think, especially in this day and age, we would be begging them to…
Stop Exercising
Can’t they just be couch potatoes and take it easy for ONE semester?
Seriously.
Or at least try out for a less aggressive sport. Golf? Badminton?
I’m pretty sure there’s a life lesson here. But I’m too old and tired to connect the dots. Other than college freshmen get sick a lot.
Besides I have a lot of reading to do about scrums and hookers.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009, by Sherra
Psst…if you are a parent, lean in close.
Dim your screen…don’t let anyone see what you’re reading…
Especially your teens.
I heard this BIG news story on several channels on Monday so I had to do a little online research and share these revelations with you!
Two new studies confirm fewer crashes among teens with supportive parents and clear rules.
Did you get the two revelations in that sentence?
Let’s review (for my teen readers – who happen to be my kids)…
1. Supportive Parents
Teen Translation: Nagging “in-your-business” parents who ask you things like “Where are you going?”
My personal favorite annoying question that I know my children will attest to…”Who is riding in what car?”
2. Clear Rules
Teen Translation: Annoying, stupid things your nagging parents repeat hundreds of times before you are 18.
My personal favorite rule “Tell us your plans, destination(s) and passengers before you leave and don’t change them after you leave the house.”
Seems super clear to me but the darling twins still have a hard time with this one.
What I really wanted to find out was how much these new studies cost???
WHY OH WHY didn’t they just call me?
And a few other strict, not-fun parents like me?
Oh, that’s right – we are hard to find because we are almost extinct.
One of my most favorite lines from a Fox news affiliate…
They also found that teenagers who have to ask to use the car were more likely to wear their seat belts and not talk on their cell phones.
I added the bold emphasis.
HAVE TO ASK TO USE THE CAR?!!
Oops, sorry, don’t mean to SCREAM but are there really still parents MAKING their kids ASK TO USE THE CAR?
Thanks for letting me rant.
Because as I have admitted before, I have issues…
About parents who are more worried about their kids being popular and their kids liking them than of the seriousness of giving our teenagers a bright, new, shiny car but none of the responsibility that goes with it.
This is the magnet I purchased and made the kids drive around with when they were learning to drive. Kept one in the trunk of each car.
Yes, I am that parent.
I prayed a lot. But I also remember thinking if the message on that magnet makes just one impatient, tailgating, honking, rude driver stop and realize that a new young driver was at the wheel in front of them, then the magnet was effective.
We also paid for private driving lessons with a veteran police officer and driver’s education instructor who came highly recommended. He made a tremendous difference in their confidence level and spent some serious time teaching them how to handle the big metal weapon car in scary situations.
So in case you didn’t know until now, it’s official…
In all seriousness, if you are a parent and did all the right things and suffered the loss of a teen, I send my heartfelt sympathy. Sometimes, accidents really are accidents. I’m certain that the devastation and heartbreak never goes away.
If you have a teen learning to drive and you need some help and guidelines, here is more info about the study:
Parenting Teen Drivers
On the heels of two studies published in the journal Pediatrics, the Young Driver Research Initiative (YDRI) has developed a comprehensive report of recently published research providing evidence-based recommendations for teen driver safety practitioners and parents that may reduce teen crash risk. It’s called Driving Through the Eyes of Teens, A Closer Look. A set of fact sheets and a webpage including expert advice have also been created to help parents enhance their skills to help teens safely navigate the first years of driving.
I’m grateful I got the first three to 18+ but as usual, the study, the book, the manual, the instruction guide, etc., etc., came out just after I needed it and I had to just use common sense and “go with my gut.”
I know I take this all a little personally. Must be the coma and head injury.
Ridiculous mother. Unreasonable rules. Uncool and politically (and socially) incorrect. Not their best friend.
Yes, I am that mother.
And this is not an apology.
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009, by Sherra
The rain has finally stopped. Knock on wood.
After 4 years of drought we try not to complain about rain. But who could predict the Atlanta area would flood?
Thanks to those who emailed and called to check on us. We were fortunate with only a little water in our basement.
Lots of sad stories and loss.
For some people, really bad days.
Maybe you caught the story of this poor guy last week.
Luckily he wasn’t injured when he drove his car into the sinkhole because someone moved the orange barrels that are back now surrounding the hole.
And to add insult to injury, the story got worse when thieves stole his radio while his car was in the sinkhole.
Poor guy.
Meanwhile we headed to North Georgia on Saturday to visit the girls for Parent Weekend.
Because we hadn’t seen them in FIVE WHOLE DAYS.
And they really miss us.
As you will now see from these touching family photos of our time together in the pouring rain with all outdoor activities canceled.
We acquired an extra teen which we don’t mind at all. They are usually nicer to us than our own.
We decided to drive to the apple orchard since we were so close. Even though Rachel Pretty had already announced she didn’t want to go to the orchard. She doesn’t like orchards.
We took her feelings into consideration and then we drove to the orchard in her car because we needed six seat belts.
Scary Baby insisted on going out in the pouring rain to stick her head in the stockade with her new wax lips.
Then Rachel Pretty screamed at us because we were dawdling. We were on a tight time schedule and our 30 minutes of being inside and dry was up.
She threatened to leave us but PhilBillPaul dangled the car keys from the orchard porch.
Nice to know her car will start without the keys.
We all got back in the car for more family bonding while PhilBillPaul drove us back to the campus as it continued to pour down rain and I squealed whenever we drove through standing water on the road.
Pretty found some gum in the back seat. It turned out to be really old.
So she did what we would all do. She rolled down the window in the pouring rain to spit the gum out.
Only to have the gum ricochet back in from the window frame and land on her.
Which turned out to be the highlight of our day.
Well, that and the healthy serving of apples at the orchard.
Don’t judge an apple fritter by this photo. They really are delicious. But if you have never had one and I didn’t carefully label this photo, you might think it was something else…
I am refraining from putting you through the cell phone video of the girls singing Taylor Swift and Beyoncé songs at the top of their lungs when the iPod died.
We stopped by Wal-Mart, gave them a coupon for dinner at a local restaurant and drove them back to their dorm.
Quality family time. That’s what we’re all about.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009, by Sherra
We had all three girls home for the long weekend while The Grunter enjoyed an early birthday present in downtown Atlanta.
We have discussed it and realize he could have worse hobbies.
Even if we don’t share his fascination with this particular one and if you are confused by the pictures, you can read more about Dragon*Con here and book your tickets for next year’s convention.
We enjoyed lots of home cooking (yes, I still remember how – thank you very much), great music at a local Mexican restaurant and a movie.
Our long weekend culminated with the darling twins making time for a round of golf. Scary Baby accompanied our foursome and rode in the cart.
The weather was gorgeous. The first nine holes were fun for all of us. Especially me because I beat everyone. Not gloating, just telling it like it is.
The back nine – well – we had pushed the fun envelope a little too far.
Scary Baby started falling apart because it was taking too long and she HAD TO GET BACK HOME because she was in charge of THE PARADE in our neighborhood that she had organized {insert whiny voice} days earlier. She swears it was approved by dad. I knew nothing about it.
On the 14th hole, I would have paid top dollar for someone to film Roger Leroy falling into a small ditch with a concrete wall that she thought she would just *hop* over. She tried to recover and fell in another hole.
I fell over in the cart laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
She collapsed for a third time because we were both laughing so hard.
This is the PT Frog of the Cycle cadet stud.
And I am refraining from mentioning that she fell down on hole #2 as she scampered down a tiny hill to grab an horrible errant shot.
She insists the grass was wet.
We gave up after the 14th hole. Roger Leroy was bleeding from scraping against the concrete wall in the ditch. Scary Baby was whining more.
She was LATE for her OWN PARADE!!!!
She had posted flyers and told EVERYONE.
Please Lord, not another neighborhood flyer.
Side note: Is spelling “Labour” a British version?
Answers to questions I’ll probably never know:
How can free be a “rip-off” and why were they trying to convince us they “are not cute”? This one was a doozie and PhilBillPaul and I are still baffled as to who said it was “cute” and why that was not a selling feature.
As you can see, the street was lined with people.
They pulled their wagon float with a bike.
Extension cords were strewn across the yard for the music. DJ services provided by a neighbor dad.
I’m not sure any singing or skits ever took place.
I did hear they threw candy to the crowd.
Ah, the simple pleasures of childhood…
The poor quality photos were taken by Dad.
While yes, I’m not too proud to admit it, I slept through the parade.
Golfing and laughing at Roger Leroy just wore me out!!
What did you do for Labor Day Weekend?
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