I am not sure if any of you know this about me, but when I was little, I was in a lot of parades.  I started cheerleading when I was 3 (hey, it was Texas!) and I was also in baton, so needless to say … parades were part of our summers!

I was so excited about Monkey being in her first parade last weekend.  She is in her first year of cheer, and I knew they weren’t making the little ones walk/perform in the parade, but I couldn’t wait to see her waving and shaking her little pom-poms.

Look at how cute she looks!  Makes mama proud.

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Seriously, she didn’t look our direction once.

Even though we were screaming her name like total freaks.

Not once.

Or maybe that’s why …. hmmm.  I’ll have to think about that one.

On a side note (well sort of), is it just me, or are parades different now?  I remember my mom spending hours and hours stuffing chicken wire with little tiny paper tissues, building enormous floats for the Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, and everything else my brother and I did at the time.  Do people not do that any more, or is that a Texas thing too?

Off to ponder how the changes in the world are giving me a complex about getting old,

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