Fall Festival: We Let the Sonshine IN!

The last fall festival I attended 

was when my children were at 

Elder Primary and Sandersville Elementary Schools.

I remembered tonight how it felt to be a kid again. 

Yes, that's me with the big mouth.

Someone said, "Where's your nose?"

I realized she thought I was a witch.

LOL!  "Not tonight, Sweetie."

I always wanted to be a hippie.

Don't laugh.  Seriously.

I just couldn't and be a preacher's kid.

I had the fear of God and my daddy.

I was a child of the 60's and a teen of the 70's.

When I was 12, I attended my first boy/girl hayride.

I dressed up as a flower child

with blue eye shadow, white lip gloss, 

beads, maxi and flip flops. 

I already had the straight, blond hair down my back.

When I was in the 5th grade, I wore a maxi dress to school.

It was blue with yellow flowers and a yellow ribbon tied in the back

from the empire waistline.

 A boy stepped on the hem and it ripped down the front.

 The teacher said, "Well, you knew better than to wear 

that to school." I never did like that teacher.

I wore clogs and flip flops, smocks and scooter skirts, 

maxi and mini dresses.

I listened to good music on 45's and LP albums,

8 Tracks and cassettes.

I had the best of both worlds.

Shoot, tonight we had it all too!

The cool girl playing the guitar and singing, 

"Leaving on a Jet Plane,"

feeling the love and offering peace.

I'm wondering, 

"Where Have All the Flowers Gone."

Yes,

she's high on JESUS!

He's the only real PEACE!

Grace snatched the cool decor from her bedroom. 

Beth brought the incense and the music 

and we "Let the SONshine in."

It was GROOVY!

Feeling the Love, 

Bonnie:)

More festival photos to follow.  

Pump It UP

I'm so embarrassed by how my last post looked.

It was posted from my Iphone and Instagram. 

The boys were busy and my photography skills

are poor so the photos were blurry.

Please humor me as I share the weekend. 

The birthday boy's party was at Pump It Up.

I don't know that I have ever seen a group 

of little boys play so hard and get along so well.

The slides were huge and fast, 

but it didn't seem to bother the little ones. 

Bonbon and Maymay

went down the slide too. 

My hip is still sore.  

After about an hour of play,

the boys were ready to chow down.

I've been to some parties where the birthday boy 

tears open the presents without as much as 

a thought for each gift. 

Connor was so precious.  He took the time to inspect each

one and offer a thank-you.

Thank God, for parents who still teach manners. 

We were able to enjoy Cora Joy

while the other little ones played.

Grandma, Connor and Cora's GREAT GRAND is 83 years old.

She was the oldest kid there 

and got lots of love and attention from her little ones. 

Sunday morning we all enjoyed a little time 

together before heading home.

These babies hold my heart in their hands. 

I am still pumped!

Bonnie:)

When I Was an Activity Director

When I was an activity director,

everyday was filled with activity.

This was the backdrop for one of our Mr. & Mrs. NH pageants.

When I was an activity director, 

I wore more than one hat.

Some days I was a domestic engineer

(a foo foo name for housekeeper).

Some days I was a food service manager.

( a glorified name for being on lunchroom duty)

Some days I was a nurse 

(without the degree)

healing boo boos with kisses.

Some days I was a Certified Nursing Assistant, 

wiping noses and cleaning nails.

Some days I was the social service director,

dealing with problems that went home with me.

Some days I was an accountant, 

trying to squeeze blood out of a turnip 

while balancing the activity fund.

When I was an activity director, 

on a given day, I have been known 

to assist with transfer of a 300 pound resident

just to make sure that the resident

was able to attend the only activity he enjoyed, 

yes BINGO.

When I was an activity director

I cringed at the word BINGO.

I wish I had thought of this then:)

When I was an activity director, 

I was hugged and/or kissed everyday.

I was surrounded by people 

who made me smile.

I got excited 

when a resident yelled "Bingo."

When I was an activity director, 

I tried to make each event an experience

and each experience an event.

I knew that I was making a difference

every day of my life. 

When I was an activity director, 

my motto was 

"Every day is a celebration of life."

Shouldn't that be our motto every day?

So let's blow up some balloons and have a party!

Bonnie:)