My Little Green Bean Boy

Last summer I grew green beans in my garden and I just happen to be cooking some one time when my nephew came to visit. This kid could eat 24/7 and I have NO clue where he puts it but of course he wanted to try some. Ever since he has hounded me for green beans. Even when gardening season was over he would still venture out to the skeleton of a garden to see if any beans were missed. He has constantly been asking for more green beans.

Last night he tagged along with us so his mommy could have an adult movie night (No, not porn; just not kid appropriate). He had already eaten (a couple times) but I told him I had a surprise for him once we got back to my house.

With the squeal he let out, you would have thought I was handing him a bag of popsicles, NOT a veggie. Hopefully the two helpings he had will satisfy him for a while until I get my garden producing.

Another Pyro Weekend

 

When all other clean up options are exhausted... burn'em! Weather conditions were perfect Saturday to (once again) burn the brush/debris pile and just get some things cleaned up. Luckily this one only smoldered for two days instead of seven like the last.

I used an old straw broom to help spread the initial flame. I admit, I like playing with fire. Daniel's comment as the broom slowly burned was, "Wait! Don't burn that! How will you travel!?!"

Har-dee, har, har.......

St. Paddy's Day 2012

This was our first St. Paddy's Day parade in Lawrence. Usually it falls on a week day and the parade is held in the afternoon so we haven't been able to go. The schools here even allow the kids to get out of class to go to it. Craziness.

 We hung out at The Casbah while we waited for everything to start. Two hours later, after taking a break for beer and food, we ventured back out to the street to catch the finale.

"What would you do with a drunken sailor...."

 The three teenagers we took with us were easy to find amongst the sea of green with their florescent Aunt Jemima-ish head bands.


They found some interesting Leprechauns all on their own.

One of my BFF’s, “T” came to visit this past weekend. Her store in Joplin was demolished by the tornado and just recently re-opened. Since, she has been working 50-60 hour weeks and this was her first weekend off. I warned her in advance that we had kid commitments lined up but with the need to simply get the heck outta town they asked if they could tag along.

Saturday Gen had a bowling tournament while Sydney was in Overland Park for a softball tournament. We watched Gen bowl the best scratch series she has ever had, got her a victory chocolate milkshake, a nachos bell-grande, and consequently a tummy ache and then hurriedly headed east to watch Syd play. Gen decided she wanted to go live with “T” so she became mommy #2 and mommy #2 had a hard time saying no; thus the tummy ache. I felt the timing was perfect for mommy #2 to take over since Gen has an orthodontic consult for braces this week Needless to say I still have the child. When it was mentioned mommy #2 would have to give up her Coach purse a month habit, she quickly reconsidered.

Saturday night was seafood, drinks, and ice cream on Mass. We witnessed our city’s finest standing on a street corner with a large sign that read, “Honk for Hemp.”  Apparently you HAVE to honk; it’s a political statement. Sunday I felt a head cold brewing and by that evening I was a couch sloth, catching up on old DVR’d programs, wrapped in my blankie drinking hot ginger tea to sooth my throat. Certainly not the speed bump I wanted going into a week without Daniel. When he is gone I put extra pressure on myself to get certain tasks accomplished. This week my initial goals were to build (at least) two raised garden beds, sell an oven taking up space in my garage, and assemble two dressers for the girls. I’m still working on the list with two days to go. 

Meanwhile I get a picture of what Daniel’s office looks like this week. 

Eighty degrees outside and he's off being paid to be a river rat. Soooo not fair!

Daniel doesn't even flinch when I say "Hey, let's walk down this dark alley. There's a picture I've been wanting to take." Some of the best pictures are in alleys or just walking down a moonlit sidewalk.

Industrial Rainbow

Just Out Driving on a Tuesday

Why Yes, I WILL Have Another

Daniel got us two of the last tickets to the 1st annual Craft Brewers Exposition held downtown this past weekend. (Check out the pics at their Facebook page). For four hours we and 718 others sampled some of the best craft beers on the market and a few that are still in the test phase. These types of events are quickly becoming what the wine tasting festivals have been for years. As the afternoon progressed and taps began to dry up I half expected people to start getting rowdy or belligerent from all the sampling. Quite the contrary; everyone we encountered was exceptionally polite and patient as we stood sometimes shoulder-to-shoulder in long lines waiting for our cups to be filled with some delicious liquid gold. Aaaaah…. 

Pic Courtesy of Mango3742

I’m a wheat drinker. I haven’t acquired a taste for the hoppy IPA’s and I doubt I will. I like what I like yet I was slightly embarrassed asking every vendor to sample their lightest beer. I have to say (aside from my local favorite, “Wave the Wheat” at 23^rd Street Brewery), my favorite was called “Wheachy” from O’Fallon’s Brewery in St. Louis. It had a hint of peach that was out of this world. I went back so many times the dude behind the table would reach for it as soon as he saw me. At least I wasn’t going up to vendors saying, “I only drink Miller Lite so what do you have that tastes like Miller Lite?” like a friend of ours was. Her party quickly told her to knock it off because she was embarrassing them.  

After four hours of drinking and a small plate of cheese and crackers I wanted a barrel sized glass of water and a trough of food, stat! The place we had in mind looked busy so we went to another place close by. We had no idea they didn’t serve food and because we talked to the owner as we walked in, we felt obligated to have one (more) beer. *ugh* Soon we were off again on our hunt to scare up some grub, but not until I inadvertently got into the wrong truck in the parking lot… with the owner standing close by laughing his ass off and Daniel repeating, “Umm.., this is not my truck. This is NOT my truck.”  

As Syd would say, "Public fail".