Sunday, September 25, 2016

Sunday Truism

Friendship with oneself is all important, because without it, one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.
~Eleanor Roosevelt

Friday, September 23, 2016

The Final Hurrah

The Grand March is probably the most stressful part of the Festa for us. 
 Last year, trying to do things properly...which I didn't always do...this year, finding the line to be in the background as the outgoing queen's mom but helping if needed. 
 It was lovely, but I will say it is a relief when it is over.
For all of us.
 The girls slept well. 
 They had been laughing at Miss A last year, who rolled off the mattress and ended up on the cold tile floor.
 This year, Miss M. decided sleeping under the table was a good option.  
They were out.
Passed out. 
We all got dressed, fed and down to the pier on Sunday morning and the girls were ready.
Watching queens from other cities arrive and visiting is fun.

And of course the requisite posed shots.
I can not say enough good things about the Senior Queen and her family that we were with.  
They are all gracious, helpful, sweet and fun.  
We feel very lucky and blessed to have spent part of last year with them.
I did remember to take this shot to see how the girls have grown in a year.
I neglected, however, to have them in the same spot. 
Oh well.
These dresses were perfect, but would not have lasted another weekend size-wise.
Our girl is not the tallest anymore
August 2015
August 2016

Then there are the pics that your lovely teenage daughter took for you.

And you threaten her within an inch of her ever loving mind, because...really....there comes a time when super duper close ups are just not enjoyable to see.
That time arrived.


I mean, really?
Let's get this show on the road.
Right, girls?

Mass was lovely for the most part and the priest, who had been ill, has happy to be able to be present.  
I like him.
It is so nice to have this Festa be so well attended. 
 It is huge! 
Not just the queens, but the people lining the street all along the parade route.
Onward to the Festa Grounds.

The girls became officially, old news.
They changed into comfy sundresses and were able to enjoy the Sopas.
Which were delicious.
Miss A's grandparents (whom I have asked to adopt me) would be taking her home to the valley and Miss M's parents were taking her. 
Good byes were said and thank yous given. 
 Friendships strengthened.

There are so many things running through my mind about this year and I am sure you will be privy to them soon, but for now, this.
I have said it before, but I believe it even more strongly now.
These three young ladies represented St. Anthony Pismo Beach with grace...with honor...with respect and with love.
Traveling and getting dressed up and marching in parades may not have always been what they wanted to do on a weekend or over summer vacation,  but I NEVER heard a complaint.
 I never saw a face without a smile when they were on display. 
I could not be more proud of them.
 L and K, Q and D and B and D... 
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your girls so willingly.
You blessed us and our girl.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

A Look Back

Today is the first day of Autumn and the temperature is promising to feel like it as well. 
At least for a couple days.
 It is weather like this that help me forget the heat of the summer and the fog of the winter.

September 23, 2015
I still post pics on Instagram, but haven't done a blog post like this in ages.
  Looking back at last September in photos was fun.
  Who knew that this year, LPP would be in Europe...the skies would again be filled with hot air and smoke much of the time.
 BUT we had rain last year. 
And friends who thought of me just when I needed it most. 
What nice memories.    

September 23, 2014
I do adore this season.

 September 22, 2013
Seeing my baby boy for the first time after he left for college, made me happy.  
I kind of like seeing him more often now.

September 24, 2012
This was a fun thing to do.
 We have done similar things during December.
Making people smile is a powerful thing.

September 22, 2011
This is still a favorite around here. 
It also ships to college students perfectly in a small priority mail box. 

September 22, 2010
Last weekend, we had guests with us...well, family guests.
  Mari and her family spent two nights here and got to visit with Mom and Dad, my sister and her family as well as her YFU advisor. 
 Patty was the go between when Mari lived with our family.  
She checked to make sure the arrangements worked for everyone throughout the year. 
She and Mari got along wonderfully and have remained friends.
  Anyway, Patty and her husband had dinner with our parents and Mari's family last weekend.  
The stories around the table included those with scary critters in them...mountain lions, bears, snakes etc.  They made an impact on Mari's son and daughter.
 Enough so that sitting around the bon fire that evening, their Dad played into those stories, as well as coyotes, and had them startle at every sound from the darkness. 
 This knowledge might have pushed them over the edge. 
It's okay.
They can move with me.

Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

From Donut Munching Beach Bums to Belles of the Ball

Saturday morning of the Pismo Beach Festa had us meeting Chris and my niece at the girls' favorite breakfast spot. 
They have enjoyed these concoctions every time we are at the coast or simply passing through.
The Pismo Clam was even decked out in its summer finery.

Some fun beach time before the obligations began was nice and I think a good way for these girls to just be little girls for a bit longer.

 On a side note...their school took a survey of the upper graders last year regarding what they would like to see on their playground.
 Swings won, hands down among the 6th thru 8th graders and a set it to be installed next month.
I can see why.

A short walk back to the house for showers and to head to the Festa grounds or lunch.

The girls found a table for us and were watching the Portuguese Folk Dancers.
It took me a second to figure out what these girls were excitedly pointing at.

 It turns out that our middle child...the one who adores being the center of attention...NOT..
...the one who loves to dance...NOT...
...had been asked to join in by one of the dancers.
She was a trooper and handled it with grace and a smile.
She said as she was sitting at the table with the girls and saw him approaching, she looked round and realized she was the only female on that side of the table and knew where he was headed.

After lunch, we changed clothes and went for a walk downtown.  
The group was by the pier showcasing their dancing.
 Miss LPP did not push her way to the front of the crowd.

A walk on the beach and some relaxation at the house. 
 Miss. M's parent's (and little sister) were camping in their trailer and since getting dressed up would be easier without a little person in that scenario,
Miss P. stayed at the house with us for a bit.
I think she was a bit taken with our son.
  She did work her way into his heart...and lap before the afternoon was over.

After a quick dinner, we were off to the Grand March. 
 After a couple small hiccups at the beginning, we were off and running.  
The board members were introduced and the flags presented.

 The outgoing queens and attendants made their way to the center or the room, carrying the new queens' statues.


Then the sweet incoming queens were introduced, made their way around the room and stood in front of our girls. 

 The new statues were presented and our girls received a lovely bouquet of roses in

And then on to the Grand March.
The part they had practiced and knew.
It also might have been my favorite part of the weekend.


Last year, our girls were escorted by young men who were their own age...friends and relatives.
This year, our Senior Queen was going to be escorted by her father as were her attendants.
After some convincing, we did the same thing.  
Miss A's grandparents would be in Pismo and I dare say, were honored to be asked as was Miss M's daddy.
AND everyone ended up where they were supposed to.
Watching the girls beam with pride at the feeling of being on the arm of a man so special to each of them made me teary, yet again.
Although, I do think these men felt pretty special dancing with their girls as well.


The dancing continued into the night for some.  
These two have the power to make everyone watching smile from ear to ear. 
They seriously know how to cut a rug and love doing it.
It shows.
So...only one more event for this Festa Journey.
The parade.