Our church had its annual Harvest Fest this past weekend.
We have a great committee.
Especially when I forgot to call back the Christian radio station
that wanted to attend and help promote it,
and forgot to bring safety pins
and clothes pins
(I KNOW! What is WRONG with me?!)
The committee members just shrugged it off
and worked with what we had.
And sometimes I forget that this church is different and panic when I blow it.
I’m so thankful this church and this committee is such a great example of the body of Christ.
The event was well-attended and we had youth willing to help man the stations.
And it didn’t rain!
Thank you, Lord!
The Cuco’s food truck came and was quite popular.
When Juan and a helper pulled up, I was so disappointed that I didn’t see Carisa with them.
She told me she was going to help.
A few minutes later, she walked up with her friend, Rebecca.
Carisa dressed up!!
Complete with a fake beauty mark and everything!
|She worked so hard that beauty mark started to|
smear and bleed just a bit.
I could not have loved her more at that moment!
Carisa stood outside of the truck and took orders on a pad and Rebecca delivered them once they were done.
Even though Carisa had on the authentic Mexican dress,
her accent was all Kentucky.
Especially when she said,
And slapped the ticket on the counter.
I told her she was to Cuco’s what Flo was to Mel’s Diner.
Carisa decided that instead of Flo’s signature line,
“Kiss my grits!”
“Kiss my rice!”
Which, is delicious by the way.
Although, in that context,
sounds pretty gross
and slightly inappropriate.
Especially the way Carisa
drawls out the ‘i’ sound.
Carisa was as popular as the food truck.
|Carisa and Beth.|
In fact, when McDaniel asked a little girl what she’d like her to paint on her face,
she pointed to Carisa and said she wanted to look like that princess.
McDaniel told Carisa that and I BET YOU MONEY,
Carisa teared up.
I told her that she was a Mexican Princess.
But she needed a name,
like Piñata or something.
And when I called her Carnitas later it WAS ON ACCIDENT!
I was distracted by the Food Truck menu
and Monte had just told me how delicious they were.
We ended the night with Trunk or Treat where the kids walked from trunk to trunk with us handing out candy.
It’s become a tradition for Carisa and I to sit in her trunk and hand out candy.
|I needed help getting out of the trunk last year.|
As we were starting to clean up,
I ran into this:
Monte decide to wear a mask that one of the youth brought.
It was both terrifying yet oddly familiar.
It wasn’t just a monkey face.
It was an AGING monkey face.
After a good long look I said,
“You’ve let yourself go, Monte.”