Rule 2 -Try to be Creative by Not Trying

(Note: It being December I usually get quite low but am trying to list a few of my past creative projects or incidents....these are mostly just impromptu ideas that seem to come from somewhere else.)

 LIFE IS A CARNIVAL.... 10 plus years ago a deaf kids group wanted a Saturday Carnival , you know with balloons,  perhaps a clown, some arcade games like bean bag toss, catching little toys in a fake swimming pool. Most parents brought darts, mini bowling.

My friend Willie and I created barracde wall out of cardboard to stand "protected" behind. We would polk our heads over the wall or out the little hatch doors....nah na nah na Bet You can't get ME!

  Now for two tickets a kid could 3 or 4 little FLOUR BOMBS= flour wrapped in cheese cloth and rubber band.  Really mom we tried to wear safety glasses so as to not get flour in our eyes....ok it did kinda go in your mouth.... As you can guess and see in a few minutes it was pretty out of control, the ticket system forgotten, the kids all over....running the booth....flour on the ceiling, bowling abandoned, screams and direct hits ruled.

Here is the early on shot, still slight control....

Note clock time is 11:20. That is little Sam below and BT and Willie....GET THEM!

Now look just just an hour and half later. The adults have been replaced or captured...the kids launch double flour bombs OUT FROM THE CASTLE.....I think we got a few into the crepe paper fish pond next booth over.  Some other parents were kinda glad we had set up over in that far corner.....although they kinda noticed most of the kids were there too.....

Here is one more picture where I always like to point out in my videos COSTUMES BY-BLAME MY MOM. Of course what I mean by this is she gets the credit for many of my antics, she and Dad too...I suppose she would say they just put up with me, but I figure there is some Gene Pool component too, so thanks Mom and Dad.

We had flour floor.   

The other idea was kinda combo blame my mom and myself....i mean credit...well depending.

I do have pictures somewhere of this but names have been changed to protect the families....

                FEED BROGAN BOOTH.              

Mom cooked up a big pan of instant mashed potatoes and a pretty ample bowl of peas. We set those out on a small table. I was right behind a cardboard wall with cut outs for head and arms....you know like one of those stockade things. With my hands free I could use sign language

I AM HUNGRY ..PLEASE FEED ME!

For 2 tickets a kid could have a big soup spoon and feed me. Yum yum. You can guess.......food fight....lucky I wore my safety glasses, THOSE PEAS ARE STILL HOT!

Again the other parents kinda wondered about all the mayhem....lucky we had put down another tarp in our corner so we were done  cleaning up by dark.....may have missed a few peas in those light fixtures....