My Kid, The Band Geek

(Now that Blogger has gotten over it's massive brain fart, I can finally put up my Monday post!)

This past weekend was the big annual whoopdeedoo in town. The "Hootin' & Hollarin' Festival". A celebration of our hillbilly and white trash heritage-and a good excuse to draw a craft show into town. There were parades, horseshoe pitching, outhouse races, hog callin' and 'cow pie' tossing contests and more overpriced inflatable amusements (bounce houses, big slides and such) that I have ever seen clustered in one small area!

We had absolutely the worst possible weather that weekend as well. Tornado warnings, flash flood warnings, rain that just wouldn't quit-ugh. It was horrible. But the show must go on. My eldest is in Band this year and the parades this past Friday and Saturday were her big debut as an official high school marching band geek. Since they wasn't enough high schoolers in band to form a decent group, they've allowed some of the better students from the Jr. High to be in marching band. My eldest was thrilled to get picked and has been practicing like crazy on the song they were to do.
These first 2 pics were from Fridays parade, an informal thing and the attire was suppose to be "hillbilly-ish".








Of course, no hillbilly costume is complete without the manditory fake freckles and a big, stupid hat...or a clarinet in your bibs pocket!







A big, stupid hat makes it easier to spot her.





Saturday was the big parade, but due to the severe weather alot of groups cancelled at the last minute. Our church float even had to be scratched, because of downed trees. Our driver couldn't get off his property with it. All that work...(oh man, let's not even go there again!)
So the parade ran a little shorter than usual and our school band was the only marching band there. Normally we have about 5 school bands march in the parade from surrounding districts and even Arkansas. Finally about an hour before the parade, the rain let up long enough.




Big sis in her band get-up getting one last quick practice














WooHoo! Here they come!
Go Dawgs!

















Sis is so nervous she's emananting a green halo to make it easier to pick her out of the group. ; ) Can I just say here that Mom was just tickled pink? And Sis didn't screw up once...can't say the same for the brass section.


When she heard that all the other marching bands had cancelled she said to me, "Oh that's excellent, Mom! We'll get 1st, 2nd and 3rd by default! Even if we suck, we'll be great!"

Well, can't argue logic like that! I was amused by her twisted enthusiasm.

Ah, heck-all the kids sounded wonderful and did our little hicksville proud.
I am now officially a Band Mom.