I kinda feel like I just pulled off a mini-wedding.
Okay-- sorry, sorry-- ye who have planned weddings, this is nothing like a wedding. Even a mini one. But man, it took a lot of work.
Wow, that's pretty buttery popcorn.
The Cousin's Carnival, Version 1.0, launched this weekend.
Can we discuss all the things I've learned about this annual shindig?
I fretted and fretted-- bit my nails, and hemmed and hawed over the potential destructive power of even a medium-sized wind.
With a photo backdrop that basically acts like a sail outside in windy conditions,
plus, games that rely on a certain amount of steadiness to even be played,
(can you see my "Bullseye" game just waving in the wind?)
it was kind of a problem. And guess what we had this weekend? WIND. I'm saying it like a swear word.
Next year? Version 2.0? We'll start at dusk. It's so nice and cool at that hour.
The fact that I had sweaty pit marks larger than I've ever had ever isn't influencing this decision at all.
It's also the perfect time to take pictures,
and then, we'll end with fireworks. Ahhh Yee-ah, B-ooooyy-ee.
Every time I think about the food, I want to start singing "Hot dogs and snow cones and popcorn and peanuts. . ." to the tune of "These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things".
I just thought you should know.
Can we talk games? Let's talk games.
I'm thinking I'll add a new one every year.
You already know about "Kill The Clown" (subtitle: "Before he kills you"),
in the which his teeth get knocked out (here he is all gummy and toofless).
And I showed ya the bendy "Bullseye" (the easiest game to slap together by far).
Well, here's the hardest game of all.
Alternate title: "Iron Maiden".
Yes. Those are screws. I ground down the points to make them less lethal. If ya look close, you can see the sparks spraying out. I felt like Alex on "Flashdance". And I do my own dance scenes, thank you very much.
And here we have Spin to Win. Or Wheel of Fortune. It's whatever title blows my skirt up at the moment.
Wanna know how it spins? I have no idea! The Daddy-o made it it's own stand and put some bad to the bone hardware on it just to help me out. What a guy, that Daddy-o.
And last but certainly not least, we have Balloon Darts.
Take a tip from me: use the largest balloons you can find. THE LARGEST. My balloon-tying fingers are sore.
remember what I said about destructive winds?
If it knocks over your dart game, the grass will take care of all the rest of the balloons. (This is where I muttered choice words under my breath.)
All in all, I think my little kiddos had fun.
Everyone went home with a bunch of total and complete junk,
and no one puked over night. As far as I know. No, don't tell me.