weekend snippets: holiday parade style
Mostly I've got this classiness goin' on (I am too cheap to purchase Kleenex apparently):
which is an accurate representation of my life the past two days. I abHOR being even slightly ill so, yea, that's annoying but it is what it is! I shall emerge someday soon, paler, more unkempt and (possibly) two to three pounds less (bonus!).
On Saturday, the company that I work for CRUISE DIRECTED (I had a clip board, highlighter, golf cart and everything) a Holiday Parade (called the Jingle Jubilee for those of you in town!). Part of my job was to chalk the lines on two city blocks (and let me tell you that we started before the street was barricaded by the cops and THAT made for some interesting chalking! Cue "CAR!! GAME ON" quote from Wayne's World).
Anyway, there were around 100 floats and/or marching folks (girl scouts and bands and the what not) and we had to make sure they lined up in some semblance of order. This is the part of the day when I realize I can't draw a straight line (AHEM):
HA, right?
The lines turned out not to matter as much as the YELL YELL YELLING and loudness of my voice (Cue the 'You will respect my AUTHORITAH!' quotes from Southpark!?). (Which, if you don't know me...well... I can be loud when I need to be... all those years of soccer and softball taught me well.)
There was one minor glitch when we realized the Hum@ne Society was lined up directly behind a band of (apparently bad ass) motorcyclists. Every time one of them revved their bike, the dogs would either a. pee themselves or b. start shaking uncontrollably. Poor pups!! Needless to say, we moved them quickly.
This was my favorite float... not because of the decorations necessarily but because these 'shepards' (wise men?) were SO cute and SO serious with their waving duties that I couldn't help but giggle.
After the parade, my coworker warmed up (It was in the 50s the whole day) with this:
I partook in a Beer (surprise) and headed home to shower off the (mean) city streets and take some Advil (for the pounding head from the yelling) and crawl under my own covers with my own little snuggle bunny.
which is an accurate representation of my life the past two days. I abHOR being even slightly ill so, yea, that's annoying but it is what it is! I shall emerge someday soon, paler, more unkempt and (possibly) two to three pounds less (bonus!).On Saturday, the company that I work for CRUISE DIRECTED (I had a clip board, highlighter, golf cart and everything) a Holiday Parade (called the Jingle Jubilee for those of you in town!). Part of my job was to chalk the lines on two city blocks (and let me tell you that we started before the street was barricaded by the cops and THAT made for some interesting chalking! Cue "CAR!! GAME ON" quote from Wayne's World).
Anyway, there were around 100 floats and/or marching folks (girl scouts and bands and the what not) and we had to make sure they lined up in some semblance of order. This is the part of the day when I realize I can't draw a straight line (AHEM):
HA, right?The lines turned out not to matter as much as the YELL YELL YELLING and loudness of my voice (Cue the 'You will respect my AUTHORITAH!' quotes from Southpark!?). (Which, if you don't know me...well... I can be loud when I need to be... all those years of soccer and softball taught me well.)
There was one minor glitch when we realized the Hum@ne Society was lined up directly behind a band of (apparently bad ass) motorcyclists. Every time one of them revved their bike, the dogs would either a. pee themselves or b. start shaking uncontrollably. Poor pups!! Needless to say, we moved them quickly.
This was my favorite float... not because of the decorations necessarily but because these 'shepards' (wise men?) were SO cute and SO serious with their waving duties that I couldn't help but giggle.
After the parade, my coworker warmed up (It was in the 50s the whole day) with this:
I partook in a Beer (surprise) and headed home to shower off the (mean) city streets and take some Advil (for the pounding head from the yelling) and crawl under my own covers with my own little snuggle bunny.
