This morning I got up early because we are supposed to go to a Summer Festival in Lampasas called Spring Ho. (I always giggle at that name.) Really, it's a real festival celebrating the natural spring that feeds a pool there that you can actually go swimming in. The town is not a big town, but it isn't one of those "blink and you'll miss it" towns either. I got up to see what time the festivities will begin today and found out I could have slept another 2 or 3 hours, but now I am up so I will subject you to some random thoughts.
I wonder what the strangest festival name is out there.
- Our town has a celebration called Rabbit Fest - a Chamber of Commerce celebration designed to encourage people to come to our little town. When our event was first established, there were actually rabbits. There was a rabbit show and people made rabbit recipes, etc. Now, there isn't a rabbit to be seen and for that reason, the Chamber decided to rename the event, The Festival of Five Hills. That was a bad move as everyone around Texas was looking for when the Rabbit Fest was coming and couldn't find it listed anywhere, so they stopped coming. Needless to say, the coordinators quickly changed the name back, proving the old saying, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
- The town of Bertram, Texas has their annual Oatmeal Festival which is celebrated every Labor Day weekend. If I remember correctly, my brother had the privilege of attending said event one terribly hot summer because that's what our parents used to do with him when I would run off to the cool beaches of Long Island for the summer. (Lucky me...Poor him.)
- Sticking to the food venues is the Barnesville Potato Days where "visitors from across the country will flock to Barnesville, Minnesota in August 2008 to experience two days of zany potato activities, [potato recipes,] and small town hospitality."
When my son comes in and says, "Mommy, I solju dat I ganted to pon bod and I red a tid on de teedee, Mommy." (Almost an exact quote.) Does he really think I understand him? Is that what I sound like to him? What does he want me to do? I think it is funny how emphatically he says these things, looks at me firmly and then runs off as if he has given me a directive that I should immediately follow.
Next thought: How many more times will I have to hear "Cars" playing in the background? How long will my son continue to call it "Tchichow" as in "Mommy, I wan Tchichow!" Thank goodness we DVR'd it even though we have it on DVD. This means I have it at the push of a button.
Final thought because my head is hurting: Where did all of my DVR movies go? My husband and I had the forethought to record child-friendly movies like "Thomas the Tank Engine," "Sharkboy and Lavagirl," and the like for days when there was nothing decent on TV. One day I turned to the DVR menu and lo and behold, all that was there were old recordings of "Little People-Big World," "So You Think You Can Dance," and "Last Comic Standing." Then the finger pointing began. Who deleted the movies...not me...it had to be you, etc. Neither of us could figure it, so now we have to begin our DVR collection all over again. Let me tell you when the rain is falling and Satellite is out or all there is to see is reruns of Mythbusters, those movies are a much needed relief.
Thanks for listening to my ramblings. I will try to be more focused in my thoughts, but no promises.