McKinney, Texas, 10:37 a.m., D.S.T.~
Holy crap! I slept in; guess that won't mean I will be making it to church today. Oh, well ...
Good morning, all you happy peoples! Just got up not even ten minutes ago. Didn't get home until 12:30/1:00 this morning. No wonder I slept in for so long! LOL I was TIRED!!!!
Yesterday, my ma, pa, and myself went to the annual Freedom Festival in nearby Crowley, Texas; we had a blast! We missed the parade, but that was okay. At 11:00 in the morning, the festival grounds was already crawling with people, and it was already well into the nineties. We horsed around, looking at the exhibits, and making sure we kept our fluid levels up. People were telling us to drink plenty of fluids and to stay out of the heat as much as possible; they didn't want anybody getting sick.
I told them no worries: I had plenty of bottled water and even some sodas (Tab) to drink if I got thirsty.
Around noonish, we headed for the main stage area. We were in time to see the mayor of Crowley get a proclomation from the City, on light of their sixtieth anniversary, and also to be on the lookout for the skydivers, one, of which, was making a tandem jump with another dude, and the other, who was a retired member of the Army Golden Knights parachute team.
The guy was also a double amputee: no legs. He lost his legs in 1994, in a deadly parachuting accident: the dive turned tragic as one diver was killed in a collision; the other man survived, but he lost both legs.
The man who lost his legs would be carrying a huge American flag.
We then saw the divers. They were easy to spot once we could see their parachutes open. We watch them tumble gracefully to earth; we held our breath until they landed safely. After the divers landed, evyeryone cheered. I met the one diver who'd lost his legs; he was amazing and super nice. He signed a card I'd gotten and shook my hand.
His name was Dana Bowman.
After the dive, my family headed for the lunch area, where they were feeding the Veterans and their families for free. Well, my pa was in the military, so he (and ma and myself) got to eat free. The choice was beef barbeque brisket, white bread, potato salad, cole slaw, and ice cream for dessert. The food was very good, and the ice cream felt so good sliding down my throat!
When we got through eating, we went back into the building where they had the exhibits and then I told ma and pa I was bored, so I was going to go to the water area to cool off. They said that was fine; they told me to be careful and to make sure I didn't lose my backpack. While there, I'd ran into some friends, and we were soon laughing and carrying on, splashing each other like two little kids.
I knew my friends and I would be wet for hours; we didn't have to worry about getting overheated. LOL
Around three, this old guy wearing a rug on his head started singing. His name was Al Nelson. He wasn't bad, but the music he sang was corny; it was stuff I'd never even heard of. I wasn't really impressed. Then at four, they had a duo (a man and I guess his wife) come on and sing country and other music. They were okay, but not my cup of tea.
By six/seven, the area around the stage was getting more crowded with people. I saw Karen and Karla (the twins) among the crowd; one had a Celebrate Freedom! shirt on (white) and the other had a grey Air Force shirt on (I think it was the same one she had on last year). They were both wearing black Air Force baseball caps and both were quite pink from sunburn. :) The only thing different was that Karen (the smaller twin) had silver crutches this time, not blue. Guess they were new or something.
I asked Karla (the taller of the two sisters) why I couldn't find Karen on Facebook; she told me she'd gotten hacked again, so she closed her Facebook account. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. I then asked her if I could find her at YouTube. I had an account there. She told me Karen did too (as did she; she then wrote down their YouTube channel names, and I told them I'd request them as friends there).
At eight, this group came on the stage, and they were awesome! Thier name was "Vocal Trash". When I had first seen the name on the festival program, I thought that meant they were going to sing songs with cursing in it. Get it? Vocal Trash! LOL Yet they weren't anything like I'd imagined. They were a group of high energy, extremely talented musicians who banged on garbage cans (and other objects) and sang/danced. They sang evyerything from rock, rap/hip hop, fifties and sixties rock, to country, and they also talked about recycling objects to help the environment, so their music had a positive message. They were really, really good! I lked them a lot!!
As it got dark, people grew more antsy and excited. They knew the star of the show was coming up: the fireworks!! It wouldn't be long now!
Just before showtime, a "tester firework" was shot up. It went off, much to the approval of the crowd, who cheered. There were kids running around, waving lighted laser swords like they were in Star Wars or something; I was starting to get really annoyed because one of them trounced full weight on my foot. I was not happy! So besides being sunburned to a crisp, I also had a sore foot to contend with.
At nine thirty sharp, the fireworks started. I was ready! It started off with a bang and didn't let up. The only disappointing thing was that the officials said it would be a half hour show. The fireworks went off for only 16 minutes. Still, while they bloomed and exploded over over our heads, it was a sight (and a sound) to remember! They were awesome, AWESOME!! The finale was so loud and so bright it looked like daytime; I looked back, and you could see the people very easily! It was INCREDIBLE!!
The fireworks then ended, and we picked our way through the crowd to our vehicles. As we wre walking back, I heard more fireworks being shot off. I thought the show wasn't over, so I'd begged my parental units to go back, but they urged us to keep going, as we could get to our van and go back home.
We waited in traffic for two hours before we could motor our way back to McKinney, which is east of Dallas. That meant at least another half hour or so on the road. Once we hit the highway, it was smooth sailing.
So that was our advanture in Crowley yesterday. And today I am paying for it with stiff legs, sore feet, and a killer sunburn. And THAT was AFTER I put sunscreen on, THREE times, too!
Well, since it's Sunday and there's nothing to do, I'm going back to bed. So on that note, goodnight; wake me up in time for supper! LOL This is Rat Nose singing off! Peace out!