In memory of our two year anniversary doing this:
...I didn't drive at all on Labor Day! Whew! We managed to 'keep 4 on the floor', 'the shiny side up', and 'black on black' as my family tells us everytime we talk to them and they find out we're traveling on the road in a vehicle.
On to happier (and more current) topics of the weekend though! The theme of our weekend seemed to be this:
Yes, that's hot, sweaty, dirty, and working for food. No, that does not mean we hung out with a creepy old bum that liked to hang ten alot!
J and I went to the good ol' state of Okie-homa to visit my grandpa. Amazingly enough, I always find myself wannin' tuh tawlk lack this...after being there for more than a day. And! Should you ever get lost on the way to Oklahoma and in a tired stooper catch yourself asking this question at the gas station, 'Are we still in Kansas or did we pass into Oklahoma yet?' Just look around you for the answer.
Ginormous bugs crawling out of the woodwork outside? Check!
110% humidity? Check!
Count the number of vehicles around you...are at least 12 of them trucks? Check!
Of those 12 trucks, do the 12 drivers have a combined total of 1.5 sets of full teeth? Check!
Sorry my friend, we're not in Kansas anymore!
So we were there to help Grandpa do some work outside around his house so that he didn't kill himself...which he has been known to come close to doing before (falling off a ladder, with a chainsaw in hand, and shattering his ankle!). We spent Saturday and Sunday running a chainsaw and hauling the mess away. After Day 1 we had this burn pile created:
(notice the rusty old barrel)
After Day 2, our pile looked like this:
(notice rusty old barrel is no longer visible)
Okay, so the pics don't do our hard work justice in my opinion. That pile is about 12 feet high though! Here are a few more pics of us working hard:
That's Grandpa parking 'Ol' Blue'!
This is the after view...I forgot to take before's but as you can see, all those brown areas on the ground were covered in trees!
Moving along! In turn for all this hard work we ate the following (and my apologies to Kay and Grandpa if I forgot some of the deliciousness we had!): *disclaimer: All being homemade of course!
Buttermilk biscuits, buttermilk pancakes, eggs, omelets, cooked spiced peaches and apples, banana bread, t-bones, salad, homemade jellies, hamsteaks, bacon, garden tomatoes, Senor Salsa's...mmm, rotel and cheese dip, homemade salsa, blueberry sponge cake, ice cream, margaritas, beer, juice, coffee...I'm sure I am forgetting a few...but good LORD! We packed in the homemade YUM day after day! I'm sure I've gained 10 pounds...I'm too scared to look! We also took home okra, pickles, jams, and banana loaves with us. It's not a trip to Grandpa's unless you leave with deliciousness as well!
Have you ever had one of those Oh.My.God embarassing moments? You know, like when you accidentally walked in on two co-workers having an affair on the conference room table? Or when you got busted snooping for Oreo's your brother-in-law hid from you? Or that very terrible time you could have swore it was just gonna be a fart? (Not like I'd know about any of these!)
J: What the hell are you doing?
Me: Get out of here! Shut the door! Go!
J: What the hell are you wearing?
Me: Sigh! What's it look like!
J: Why don't you wear a pair of my boxers? (By now I have crammed them up on me, the waistband is under my boobs, and my fat thighs are bulging out the bottoms...pretty picture to paint...I know!)
Me: No, I can't becuase I don't have my work jeans. Now, go back out that door and pretend this never happened!!!
J: What are you going to do with them when you're done?!?!
Me: I haven't got that far yet! LEAVE!
Needless to say, the tighty whiteys came home with us. Sorry about that grandpa.
So, I also bought some of these over the weekend:
I also have confirmation that I must have rolled around in this as well:
Leaves of 3, leave 'em be! It looks like Poison Ivy gave me a hickey on my neck! Bleck!
And that was my fabulous Labor Day Weekend! How was yours?