Today we enjoy the Monticello Riverfest parade. I love a parade!
As usual, the people watching is remarkable.
Especially the dude who sits by me in a "Keep Kids Off Drugs" who is totally stoned and spaced out.
We stand for the color guard and are so proud of any of the military people we see marching or retired ones that are riding.
We marvel at the horses and snicker at the pooper scoopers that follow them (why is poop so dang funny?).
We clap like crazy for the bands and the flag/fake wood rifle girls.
When Al Franken's wife and his posse with Al Franken signs (i.e. those dirty hippies with floppy hats and ugly brown sandals) pass by there are crickets, I swear. It is pretty funny but even funnier is this guy at the end of the posse who tries to get the crowd fired up and yells, "Do you want change, or more of the same?!" and Trina my supercoolsistersays, "MORE OF THE SAME!".
Heh heh heh.
We get more than a little nervous when the fat old guy shriners in the funny hats go by in their go-carts but clap when they pass by after a little formation show in front of us (it's really more of a sigh of relief clap, but it is pretty cool to see them "dancing" in their little cars!).
Don't you think it's a little ironic that the big trailer following them has a huge picture of a shriner holding a crutch in one hand and carrying a small child in the other? I swear they get within inches of the children along the parade route and I really fear that they might run over one if they aren't a little more careful!
We get all hopped up on tootsie rolls and fight over the vanilla ones. CURSES to those blue "frooties" that are really blue raspberry and NOT vanilla tootsies! That's false advertising or something!
We throw candy surreptitiously at the feet of the littlest ones so they think it was thrown at them in the first place and so they get a chance at a candy collection as big as the big kid's ones.
We get all star-struck (well, I do) when my hero in Washington comes by and hugs me so tight during our "can I get a picture with you?" hug, that I think I'm going to lose my breath!
Me and Trine marvel at how tiny and pretty she is and how we wish we could so totally be her when we grow up.
I just can't say enough good things about that woman!
(That picture was from my cell camera. Man, she makes me look like some kind of giant woman!)
I acted like such a dork when I saw that she was there in person. I was practically shaking when she walked away! I thanked her and told her she was my hero.
What a maroon. Could I sound any stupider?
Just for fun, you HAVE to watch a video or listen to some audio of her. She has the MOST cliche' MN accent in the whole state, yah. Me and Trine make fun of it all the time but I suppose if you heard us talking, you might think we sound just like her (if you aren't from MN)!
I love how she remains true to her conservative roots. I've never known her to step back from what she believes and that is so honorable! I hope she represents us for a good, long time.
11 comments:
I love what your supercool sister said! And yes, you are a dork! But I love ya regardless!
You are much braver than I! Parades freak me out!! But then, where we are, you get old women threatening to parade naked or people smoking pot tripping over your kids... Parades out here are just NOT fun.
I love this post. What did you expect (regarding dude with drug shirt), you just watched a parade in the meth capital of the country. I should know!
goober, you arent a color, youre an actual moron.
and let me tell you i am hoping for the change. i have the audacity to do
so. yeah, hope for change...or maybe change the hope
r
I sure hope you meant to say, "Laura, I think you mean 'moron' instead of 'maroon' which is a color."
I am not actually a moron, I only play one on my blog.
Hey Regina? I wanted to censor you (to save you from embarrassing yourself, bff) but, but...I can't quit you!!!
nope, i meant to say what i said. i know you meant to write maroon implying moron but i thought i would go ahead and just call you a moron. im nice like that.
r
of course i dont actually think you are either maroon or a moron. i think you are just dandy! and id never actually implement a 'banished from commenting' threat.
r
Whew! What would I do without comments from my wacky fren? Besides, if you comment more and then I respond here in the comments section, then everyone will look at the bottom of my posts and think I'm super blopular (I just made that one up. Good one, huh?) and someday I'll win blog awards and stuff. You totally know that's why I blog, right?
more like wacky fiend.
just another one to help boost the numbers on this post. too bad you dont return the favor.
r
I love a parade.....
I never used to. I think it's funny -if you over think it it's downright dumb. We're sitting there in the hot sun watching people we know or vendors we frequent -only we're watching them walk by us on the road and our children are desperately trying to score the lone tootsie that has landed in the middle of the road and will risk life and limb to fetch it when in reality we could walk .35 blocks to the nearest convenience mart and buy an entire buttload of the things for $1.99.
But in recent years none of that matters to me. My heart leaps when the soldiers march by. My usually non-teary eyes tear up when I see the kids with their flags. Heck I even get all bent out of shape watching the Cub Foods Giant Shopping cart go by.
I think it is because of the pure sense of Americana and of living in a country where we can throw a few streamers on a wheeled vehicle, drive it down an average road and folks, we've got a party.
Yes, I love a parade. And so do my kids. Which makes it all the better.
(plus I get to steal some of the good candy when they are busy running out into the road, oh and where else would you get to see the real live U.S. Marine Corps marching band!?!)
Crazy Mama! Great commentary. LOL!
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