On the Western Front

Earlier this month, we celebrated our annual street party. Combined with a morning street sale, we've been partying this way every year since my sons were toddlers.

Some of you may remember our Hippiefest from last year, and Mardi Gras from the previous summer. This year, our theme was the Wild West.

Below are a few photos taken during our party. Please remember to click on each image to enlarge it. When you're done viewing these, you can click here to see the rest of them in a slide show.





Those neighbours who wish to participate, haul out tables and sell their treasures in a yard sale. This driveway belongs to my neighbour, Jayne. There were seven other homes who were in business by the time most of us were considering our first cup of coffee.





Wagon wheels, boots, steer skulls, bales of hay, a western saddle and a jail cell were among our party decorations. It helps to have a neighbour who works for a horse racetrack.





As usual, there was face painting, and as expected, there was Tyler doing his own thing.





I counted over 1,500 candies to fill jars of gum balls, jujubes, spearmint leaves, gummy worms, peach rings and gummy bears for our guessing games. Usually there's a mix of adult and child winners but this year the adults were luckier in the guessing department. A couple of them kindly donated their winnings to drooling kidlets.





Every wild west story has its shootouts and our party was no exception. Outlaws stood back to back, walked a few paces and then totally gave up protocol in favour of water fun. Remember to check out more photos of this water balloon fight along with everything else.




A handsome young cowboy. His name is Walker but he rode in on his horse.





Jailyn and Brynne rode in together. They know that saddle-pooling pays off.





A couple of outlaws - Erin and Jacklyn created a commotion while Squaw Jenn demands peace between all tribes.





Meet The Lone DeRanger. He wears a paper hat, paper shirt, paper pants, paper boots and paper spurs. He was arrested for rustling.





This is Old Wild Lloyd - wanted in 10 provinces. Dead or Alive.





You can't blame little jailbird Brynne for wanting to escape the likes of the two outlaws above.





Git along little wrangler.





Watch out for Calamity Jacklyn. She packs a couple of pistols and is a perfect shot.





Beautiful Squaw Jennifer sporting feathers in her hair.



As the supper bell rang, we chowed down with pulled pork, chili, beans, buffalo wings, salads and other dishes and sweets.





After dinner, Greg entertained us by strumming his guitar and singing.





Y'all come back now, y'hear?

Mosey on over to have a look at the rest of the Wild West photos right here.

I'll be back soon with some photos from our recent stay at Frank's family cottage.