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Jun. 5th, 2013 09:36 pmTonight was the annual ice cream social for Cordelia's school. I baked brownies for the cake walk, and I signed up for two half hour shifts running games. Naturally, I ended up working almost the entire two hours.
The thing started at six, and Cordelia and I were there pretty promptly. By the time we'd purchased tickets (well, Cordelia had. I gave her the money and left her in line on her own. I like have a ten year old) and delivered the brownies, it was six-fifteen. I decided to go see how things were going at the craft table since that was where I was supposed to work from six-thirty to seven. The woman running the craft table was trying to do two things at once because the game right next door, I think it was called whack a bell, was really popular and had no one running it. I ended up taking over the craft table so that she could give her full attention to the other game. Kids with heavy hammers need full attention.
The craft table was kind of lame this year. Last year, they had bags with animals on them that the kids could color and paper carnival masks that the kids could decorate with stickers and glitter and feathers. This year, they had tissue paper, feathers, stickers and ribbons. I managed to get two of the bottles of glue open and gave up on the others. The few kids who came by seemed to have fun just gluing stuff to the tissue paper, but it was difficult because it was windy.
Nobody came to take over the craft table at seven, so I kept working. Cordelia swung by, so I sent her to get me some ice cream so that I could take my meds (Geodon must be taken with food). I couldn't get away to do it myself. She brought me vanilla. I don't know if they had other flavors. They usually do. They have toppings, too, but I didn't get any of those because I neglected to tell Cordelia I wanted them. I effectively got the ice cream for free because I got three free tickets for each of the shifts I was scheduled to work. Ice cream cost exactly six tickets.
Fortunately, someone from the PTO came by before seven-thirty when my shift at another table was due to start, and he found a woman to take over for me. I went on to the lollipop tree. I signed up for that because I thought it would be relaxing and pleasant to run a game where the kids get something they really want. For the lollipop tree, there's a big, four sided, cardboard pyramid with holes in it. Each hole has a lollipop stuck into it, either a tootsie pop or a blow-pop. For one ticket, a kid could pick out one lollipop. If it had a colored dot on the end of the stick, the kid got a prize. Either way, the kid kept the lollipop. I'm surprised there weren't more kids doing it.
I did get a run on the lollipop tree in the time while I was taking it down. There were kids suddenly realizing that they had tickets left and wanting to do something with them. I let them pull from the bin I was filling with lollipops as I stripped the tree. One kid got seven lollipops.
Cordelia won the cake walk twice. She selected my brownies the first time and a plate of cupcakes the second time. She brought both to me so that she wouldn't be encumbered as she ran around. I don't know what else she did with her time beyond getting her face painted. I suspect she did the bounce structures with her friends. I doubt she did the pony ride (that seemed to be less popular this year than usual. There wasn't a line most of the evening. Usually, there's a long line) or the petting zoo.
The biggest excitement of the evening came at the very end when a cow ran away from the petting zoo. It got to the edge of the playground and stopped to graze. Kids converged. Fortunately, the cow was mellow (I suppose it would have to be to be in a petting zoo), and someone from the petting zoo retrieved it pretty quickly.
Scott showed up for the last half hour of the ice cream social. He'd been at PT. He had the camera. I think he was hoping to catch Cordelia having fun and get some pictures. I don't think she cooperated. He has to go in to work early tomorrow, so he's in bed already. I'm decompressing a bit and trying to persuade myself that my feet don't really hurt that much.
The thing started at six, and Cordelia and I were there pretty promptly. By the time we'd purchased tickets (well, Cordelia had. I gave her the money and left her in line on her own. I like have a ten year old) and delivered the brownies, it was six-fifteen. I decided to go see how things were going at the craft table since that was where I was supposed to work from six-thirty to seven. The woman running the craft table was trying to do two things at once because the game right next door, I think it was called whack a bell, was really popular and had no one running it. I ended up taking over the craft table so that she could give her full attention to the other game. Kids with heavy hammers need full attention.
The craft table was kind of lame this year. Last year, they had bags with animals on them that the kids could color and paper carnival masks that the kids could decorate with stickers and glitter and feathers. This year, they had tissue paper, feathers, stickers and ribbons. I managed to get two of the bottles of glue open and gave up on the others. The few kids who came by seemed to have fun just gluing stuff to the tissue paper, but it was difficult because it was windy.
Nobody came to take over the craft table at seven, so I kept working. Cordelia swung by, so I sent her to get me some ice cream so that I could take my meds (Geodon must be taken with food). I couldn't get away to do it myself. She brought me vanilla. I don't know if they had other flavors. They usually do. They have toppings, too, but I didn't get any of those because I neglected to tell Cordelia I wanted them. I effectively got the ice cream for free because I got three free tickets for each of the shifts I was scheduled to work. Ice cream cost exactly six tickets.
Fortunately, someone from the PTO came by before seven-thirty when my shift at another table was due to start, and he found a woman to take over for me. I went on to the lollipop tree. I signed up for that because I thought it would be relaxing and pleasant to run a game where the kids get something they really want. For the lollipop tree, there's a big, four sided, cardboard pyramid with holes in it. Each hole has a lollipop stuck into it, either a tootsie pop or a blow-pop. For one ticket, a kid could pick out one lollipop. If it had a colored dot on the end of the stick, the kid got a prize. Either way, the kid kept the lollipop. I'm surprised there weren't more kids doing it.
I did get a run on the lollipop tree in the time while I was taking it down. There were kids suddenly realizing that they had tickets left and wanting to do something with them. I let them pull from the bin I was filling with lollipops as I stripped the tree. One kid got seven lollipops.
Cordelia won the cake walk twice. She selected my brownies the first time and a plate of cupcakes the second time. She brought both to me so that she wouldn't be encumbered as she ran around. I don't know what else she did with her time beyond getting her face painted. I suspect she did the bounce structures with her friends. I doubt she did the pony ride (that seemed to be less popular this year than usual. There wasn't a line most of the evening. Usually, there's a long line) or the petting zoo.
The biggest excitement of the evening came at the very end when a cow ran away from the petting zoo. It got to the edge of the playground and stopped to graze. Kids converged. Fortunately, the cow was mellow (I suppose it would have to be to be in a petting zoo), and someone from the petting zoo retrieved it pretty quickly.
Scott showed up for the last half hour of the ice cream social. He'd been at PT. He had the camera. I think he was hoping to catch Cordelia having fun and get some pictures. I don't think she cooperated. He has to go in to work early tomorrow, so he's in bed already. I'm decompressing a bit and trying to persuade myself that my feet don't really hurt that much.
