Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Pismo Parade...Finally!

I think I can finally take a breathe, relax and share the Pismo Beach Parade with you! 
The day began early with "hair and make-up",  minus the makeup. 
One of the attendant's little sister carried our sign and could not have been more perfect! 
There is quite a bit of hurry up and wait involved with these parades I am learning, but the girls took it in stride. 
Grandparents came and visited.
The girls chatted and giggled, indulged in the juice that was provided and waited. 
They posed for pictures anytime they were asked while others took selfies.

SPF with her Godfather who came to see the parade.

Chris and our nephew had the honor of being the flag bearers in the parade. 
There some pictures that just make me smile.
This is one.
Every person in this shot is dear to my heart and makes me proud to know them.
Well, almost every one....not sure who Miss Pink Lady is.
I'm sure she is nice.....
Pismo, for us, is different than the rest of the parades we will participate in this year. 
 Because SPF is representing Pismo, she had the Grand March where the transfer of "queendom" took place.
 In this parade, there are also two statues that are carried the entire route. 
 The smaller of the two was managed by 4 teens and led the parade.
 The larger statue was managed by 4 men at the end of the parade in front of the flags bearers and incoming queens...us.
This thing is a monster in size and weight. 

There is a terrific photo of the men carrying in in the newspaper link below. 
They are smiling. 
Not always the case, I fear. 
As we were walking behind and watching them, we began to feel for these men. 
 One man was a bit taller than the rest.
Much of the weight was projected onto the two men at the rear of the statue.
Whenever the parade stopped for a moment, the two in the back swapped places to give their shoulder a break. 
 Albeit not much, I am sure. 
They must have been sore and exhausted by the time we arrived at the church.
 I must say that I was told that this parade is one of the few that is run with timely precision and I agree. 
It began on time and went very smoothly. 
The streets are lined with people and it was fun to listen to the comments and cheers. 
The Santa Maria Times took some gorgeous shots and wrote a neat article as well.
As the new queens arrive at the church, the way is lined with the visiting queens from other towns.
The Senior Queen and her attendant read their Readings and SPF prayed the Intercession.
Proud Mama?
After Mass, the parade proceeds up a hill, around a corner, down a hill to the Portuguese grounds for Sopas.
When our sign girl took a tumble, LPP took over. 
Thankfully Miss. P was okay. 
She was a trooper and the most adorable thing ever.
Not to say the new sign carrier isn't adorable, but it is hard to beat a 6 year old in that department.

When the girls and I travelled to the cape lady's home in June, we had an idea. 
My mother in law had just passed away and our youngest never got to meet her Grandfather. 
 While they were both gone from earth, they were with us in spirit. 
 We wanted to share that. 
Mrs. Flores added their names to the inside of the cape for us. 
 The girls and I did not share that information with anyone.
 The first time my husband saw it was when the cape came home and was modelled for him.
The first time my sisters in law saw it, was in the parade.
It is because of  Baba and VoVo that this honor was bestowed upon our girl.
 She gets that.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Bittersweet Monday

The piles are gone.
The Festa closet was put to the test yesterday and worked like a charm.
After very long day in Southern California...
 ...everything was easily placed back were it belonged and is ready to go for the next parade.
The week long camping trip that LPP went on is over and was a great success,
She made new friends who will play a part in her next four years.
  And the official move in day to college is over and done with.
There will be more on that as soon as I can wrap my brain around it.
It was amazing.
It was inspiring.
It was fun.
It was hot.
And it came far to quickly.
BUT, I have my living room back.
Bittersweet, indeed.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sunday Truism

Each class at our girl's college has a verse that will be with them for the next 4 years.
This is hers.
Powerful stuff, people.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Stashing the Stuff

There have been many things we learned in the past few months regarding Festas.
 It is not just as simple as,
 Junior Queen!
Pretty dress and crown!
Custom made cape! 
 The most recent revelation is where to stash all the stuff?
This location in our entryway worked for a time, but really limits visitors.
I wanted to try and hang the cape up in my front closet, but it is too stinkin' wide!
 So...the cape is wrapped and under LPP's bed.
But what to do with the American, Portuguese and Pismo flags...
the statues, the crowns, the parade dresses AND hoops, the after parade dresses, sashes and sign.
There is a lot of STUFF
I decided that I could take my sewing machine down and add some hooks and hangers in the front closet.
Everything Festa related is in here and ready to go as we attend parades.  
I even laminated my master list to check items off  as they get loaded in the car.
I have a fix-it box with pins, thread, glue gun as well as a hair box with bands,  bobby pins and hair spray ready.
This way I won't have to pack that stuff each and every time we go.
It should work.
I hope it works.
I'll let you know next week!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Next Chapter

We are moving our girl into her dorm this week. 
 She went on a camping trip with other incoming freshmen, so she will be in her dorm room a couple nights before we arrive with the rest of her loot and officially move her in. 
 I shared this from another college with LPP and she said she is now planning on taking the sheets off of her bed so that I can have the closure of making her college dorm bed. 
Makes me weepy.


 I thought I'd share some pics of the campus. 
I did not take these...they are just on Google. 
It is stunning. 
And peaceful and comforting.
She loves it and it feels like home.
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 Such an exciting time for her.
Proud, selfishly sad, happy, thrilled am I.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Be Careful What You Ask For

Be careful what you post on Facebook. 
It may just grow into something you didn't see coming.
A friend did that last week. 
 Diane and an her husband lived in the mountains as caretakers to a youth camp on a lake until Bruce's untimely death two years ago.
 When they lived in the mountains, and there was a forest fire, Diane did what she knew.
She baked..
...and cooked
...and helped feed firefighters.
Although she is a valley dweller now, her heart is in the mountains with the fire fighters. 
 She wanted to help. 
She innocently asked if any of her friends would like to help by baking cookies for the fire fighters.  Yes, we would.
She found out where she could take items and what was needed.
Pretty soon, she had gobs of goodies promised. 
 SPF and I made Peanut Krispies
(I used my Krispy Kritter recipe without the chocolate. I also added whole peanuts for more protein) and prepared individual bags of dried fruit.  
As I delivered my offerings to Diane yesterday, she received a phone call. 
From a news station in Fresno.
 It seems her Daddy was so proud of her efforts that he shared it.
Diane begrudgingly agreed that they could come to her house and interview her. 
Begrudgingly, because she did not do any of this for attention on herself.
She simply wanted to help.
The sheer number of people who felt the same way was overwhelming.
And humbling.
This woman has amazing friends and lots of them.
It is a true testament to her nature and I KNOW that Bruce is smiling down on her.
You can see the interview here.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Sunday Truism

Seems that I let the weekend pass without posting my Sunday Truism for the day.
Here you go.

Enter by the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is easy, that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many.
   For the gate is narrow and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those who find it are few.
Matthew 7:13-14


When in doubt, take the high road.
~Every Grandma and Mama with an ounce of sense.