Fiddle-lee-do.....Fiddle-lee-da

Every year 'round these parts, they have the National Fiddler's Festival in Weiser. It's kind of a big deal. You know, for I-dee-ho.

With my hubby, being so adventurous and all, a Go-Getter with capital G's, we decided to go. I just love go-getters.

Here, we they sit, waiting for the parade to start.

It seems there are several parades such as these around here every year.....

Where the hometown high school cheerleaders and marching bands show off their stuff....

....and a lot of the good 'ol boys come out with their tractors....

...and people who sit in the back of a truck while they squirt all of us, very hot spectators, with a super soaker...

...and even ZEBRAS!

and in this particular parade several folks sitting and fiddlin' away on odd type floats.

Of course, the kids LOVE it. Who wouldn't? Everyone who comes through the parade line throw them all kinds of stuff.

They are constantly racing to fetch the most candy that's thrown out into the streets....

They even jump and wave their arms so that they will throw them MORE candy, Frisbees, water bottles, otter pops and lots of other neat stuff.

This was the second parade within a week that these little monkeys got to attend. They were pretty good at hollerin' by this time.

We then went over to one of the main parks in this po-dunk town and they were getting ready for a fireman challenge. All that was missing was Jeff Probst to announce the play by play.

There were two guys to a team and two teams competed against each other. Hoping for the best time in the end.

They had to run from water filled trash can to trash can and put on soaking wet fire gear

Then proceed to knock down those four little red water bottles you see, with a pump like squirt gun that was strapped to their backs. Here you can see team A was spanking team B.

Once they knocked over those bottles they both raced to the fire hydrants that were set up in the middle of the street and then tried to knock over the octagon shaped sign. You see all those amused spectators sitting on the curb next to the fireman? Keep these unfortunate souls in mind as you read on.

After watching 5-8 races, I wasn't too sure the people of Weiser could count on their firemen. The hoses got away from several of them as they tried to shoot the sign down. (Remember those people sitting on the curb?) I felt especially sorry for the little boy and his momma who were only feet away from this hose as it got away and pelted their body's for seconds longer than they would have liked, I'm sure.

Since it was a HOT day, a lot of the kids decided it would be fun to stand behind the octagon shaped signs, so that they could get wet. Here, you can see Dylan and Karly getting brave and wanting to chance the pelting themselves. What you can't see here, is Dawson....he, too, decided to brave the extremely strong stream of water. I'm pretty sure it didn't take very long for him to regret that decision....

In fact, it didn't take long at all. He was not happy. Not happy at all. Dylan on the other hand was a happy camper. Although I'm sure when he's about sixteen and looks back at this picture, he will not be happy. You know we all have them....those pictures that we'd like to burn. The ones that so clearly portray our wally (wolly? walle?) stages?

Even though it was extremely hot, and probably felt good, he would not look at me.

I tried and tried to get him to look at the camera, but he wasn't going for it. When little monkeys don't get naps, they are very cranky. In case you didn't know.

Before we left, we walked around, listened to several different bands, and enjoyed this the most.

A few guys standing under a tree jammin' acapella style. This guy in the middle with the blue hat was an awesome singer. Keith and I could have stood and listened for the whole afternoon. But Mr.-I-got-wet-and-love-to-whine put an end to that very quickly.