That Time I Was the Pig

I can floss like a boss... 

hula with the best of them... 

disco brilliantly... 

but when I line-dance, I teter precariously in front of hundreds,

when I'm in a pig suit.

The day was gorgeous for a parade.  

Blossom1 was riding in her sweet ride of a vintage Ranchero.  

Blossom2 was playing assistant to my talented wedding photographer sister.

Blossom3 & Blossom4 were dressed in their 4-H best and throwing candy to the masses.  

The Rugged Mountain Man was escorting Blossom1 in the Ranchero.  

And, I was planning to do what needs to be done.  That's what my days look like.

I remembered the Fair Queen's vehicle name magnets, baskets for candy, water... all the details.  I thought I was going to walk in the parade and hand out freebies promoting our beloved Fair.  I promoted the Fair alright.  

In the brand spankin' new Clint the Pig costume.  

The Blossoms got a huge kick out of it and I got to be completely goofy for a half hour or so.  

It made me laugh. 

Mamas ~ doing what needs to be done.  

And trying to laugh along the way.  

It's Deliciously RED

My new journal came!  And, it's deliciously RED!!!

The Blossoms and I can't decide if it throws Lord of the Rings or Mulan vibes.  

("Yes, I'll make a man, out of YOUUUUUUUU.")

Either way, I love its beige pages of intriguingly blank lines.

I still hold tightly to "Not a day without a line."  Although, that's so much prettier in Latin ~

"Nulla dies sine linea."

If you haven't read that post, click over to it here for a some more thoughts on journaling.

These days I work especially hard to write what I'm grateful for.  The focus of my day starts out honed in on what really matters, rather than petty grievances, inconveniences, and complaints.  My heart lifts up as I look to Jesus and His many blessings.

Of late, I find myself writing out my prayers.  My heart cries out for His help in the smallest situations and with the heavy, heavy burdens I tend to worry over.  So, I write out my supplications, and if those prayers are as simple as, "Lord, I really need you to help me," in my journal, 

my journal has been the tool it's meant to be.  

Those Chickens Are Feelin' Judged

By nature of her superb poultry showmanship skills and knowledge, Blossom2 got roped into a Dual County Poultry Judging Team.  It's basically a competition where you compete at who would be the best poultry inspector... complete with lab coats and clipboards. 

She is soooooooo thankful that someone took the time to call our county 4-H office to try to track her down.  

After months of practice inspecting interiors and exteriors of eggs, raw chicken meat parts, and live hens, it was finally the day of the State Poultry Judging competition.  

As is the case around here when it comes to events, some Blossoms are here and some Blossoms are there.  

Blossom1 stayed home to do schoolwork.  

(Boring old lady.)

Blossom3 and Blossom4 were not interested in being quiet for hours upon hours, 

but they were 100% on board for some COUSIN TIME.  

Now Blossom1 had some serious P&Q (peace and quiet) for knocking out assignments and Blossom2 could be my sole focus at her competition.   That's a pretty cool thing when you're a middle child.

The competition had intervals of inspection, scoring, and note-taking.  I worked on the grocery list and weekly menu while watching Blossom2 and whispering to my fellow 4-H mom friend/Fair lady extraordinaire.  

(We don't usually get this much time to chat.  Fair week is WAYYYYYYYY too busy for that.)

The Little Blossoms ventured out with their cousins to the Arboretum!  It's an old favorite of ours and it's been so long since we've been there!  

Childhood is calling, my friends!  

The blue skies confirm it.  

Meanwhile, back at the Ag Arena, Blossom2 was busy securing First Place Overall High Scorer and First Place Poultry Judging Team!  

To Kentucky they will go for Nationals!!  

What a banner day!  Twas truly memorable!

But the chickens are still feelin' kinda judged.

Now THAT'S colorful.

By far, my most favorite thing we've done this year is a local Color Run/Fun Run 5K.  A couple of friends came up with the idea and roped Blossom1 and Blossom2 into participating.  They are pretty willing participants in any adventures these days.

They went all out by painting fluorescent stripes on their socks the night before.  They jogged and walked in preparation for the event.  

They bought matching pink bandanas for headbands.  

They made sure they had brilliant white shirts so all the colors would show up "dazzingly."  

Morning dawned stifling and sunshiny.  We pulled up in our well-loved minivan and learned about the course.  It was a local road that we were all familiar with.  Of course, there had to be a big hill involved.  

As temperatures climbed hotter and hotter, we got pre-color/pre-race pictures.  As they started to mill around the starting line, I meandered on ahead to the first color station.  I'm a Color Run rookie, so I wanted to photograph all the color fun.  They jogged past me, now greenly grinning.

After I watched them forging forward on the course, I set my sights on a good spot to stake out for in-progress pics of their return trip.  I soaked in the sunshine and basked in the beauty of rural PA.  I smiled happily to myself as I thought of them doing this together.  In this season, 

I'm a facilitator.  

I'm a logistics coordinator.  

I'm the "momarazzi."  

I'm the water bringer.  

I'm the ibuprofen dispenser.  

I'm the "You CAN do it" yell-er!  

I'm the "I'm so proud of you" voice!

And I'm happy.

Is it a Chevy Truck Commercial?

 And sometimes, summer days look like this.  

The Rugged Mountain Man helping me (or ACTUALLY, me helping the Rugged Mountain Man) get stuff done.  The 4-H club voted to spearhead cornboxes for our Fair.  It's such a fun activity for kids during Fair week.  However, it takes a bit of skill to actually build the cornboxes.  It's not necessarily something we can delegate to thirty-five club members, ages eight to eighteen.  They've got good hearts and a whole lotta zeal, but hmmmm.... Instead, the Rugged Mountain Man built the cornboxes, with the Fair donating the majority of the materials and our club donating the rest.  Now, we'll work on getting corn from a local farm and toys for the kiddos to use in the cornboxes.

I'm looking forward to relaxing on a bench beside the cornbox in a few weeks.  Maybe the cornboxes will be my new happy place!  Though most of the Blossoms are out of the cornbox playing stage, I know Blossom4 will still be happy to play in it.  The rest of the Blossoms will also pitch in alongside other club members to keep it neat and tidy.  Sometimes you give of your time to make things better for others, and maybe a little better for your own.  

Good things happen, because good people get involved.  

Now we just gotta get 'em painted.