Corn Maize

Visiting the much advertised "Corn Maize" this Fall was a compelling opportunity to turn "lemons into lemonade." No, let me rephrase that.
This overly hyped, exaggerated "event" demanded us to make the best of the situation.
It was by far the lamest "family attraction" I've ever seen. And if we didn't make the best of it, the hour drive with a whiny,anxious 3 year- old would have been entirely in vain.
Amazingly enough, the pictures show the fun we had despite everything that was lacking, not working, or non-existent at this farm.

I must have had more than my usual 6 hours of sleep the night prior.....because instead of complaining, I burst out laughing at the pathetic-ness that stood before me. Case in point- Wesley's and my "cow ride" through the corn maize...sounds kind fun right?
It was in reality a "ride" in a water barrel, pulled by the worlds slowest John Deer lawn mower.
Nathan and I couldn't help but laugh the whole way through.

You might have noticed Sienna's nowhere to be found. Let's just say she used her free agency to make a very, very, bad choice. Nathan and I were actually really sad we couldn't take her with us, but we had to stick to our word. Sienna's absence was not lost on Wesley.
He enjoyed every minute of our undivided attention.

Wesley loved seeing the tractors, running rampant in the corn fields, and playing in the "Corn Box." This Corn Box was a large sandbox filled with kernels of corn instead of sand. And it had shovels and buckets a plenty. It was one of the quirky/redeeming "attractions" at the farm.
Speaking of redemption......I probably had more than my fair share of fun jumping into the bales of hay.
So long sourpuss..........hellooooo cowgirl.

Uncle Nathan

This little montage of my brother Nathan visiting Oklahoma is way overdue. I was thrilled to get the email telling me he'd be coming to our house this summer. I know he had his reservations about Oklahoma....but I think by the end of the trip we squeaked out a small, but cozy spot in his heart for the state.
I loved showing him around. And boy did we pack a lot of punch for those days he was here. I took Nathan to the amazing Aquarium in Jenks, gave him a tour of the Philbrook Museum, went Antique shopping, took him to see the outdoor production of "Oklahoma" (which he loved) went rafting on the Illinois River, played games, took in a movie or two, went bowling, and ate some good Mexican food. But what I probably loved the most was our late night talks and watching Nathan play with my kids.
Sigh....what would life be without family?
Anyway, this is for you Nathan. We sure love you!!
Hurry back now ya hear?



P.S. Please try and ignore the fact that the pictures are pixelated....trust me I am embarrassed. No, it is not a reflection of the real pictures I just seem to be dealing with a lot of technical issues as of late....hence the lack of posts. Well, there's also the time thing. But I do love my readers...I have not forgotten you. I've got more coming k?

Sweet Pumpkins

The smell of mulled cider, the sound of falling leaves, the color of orange sunbursts,the tingle of chilly breezes and the sight of two silly kids one October night. Halloween is in the air........

A College Education

Today, at precisely 4:46, I had the rare opportunity to use my college education...applied Science if you will.
There it was, on the floor, staring at me, a bona-fide, "real life" application my teachers always talked about.
This sticky situation required a keen understanding of Science, Mathematics, and Psychology.
How shall I extract the matted down feces from the clutches of my carpet?

Real life application:

Science- What tools would be most advantageous in the extraction process?
Which chemicals must be administered to disinfect this microbial mess?
And which chemicals will remove the intruder (aka the mound of squashed poo on my carpet) without removing the color from the carpet fibers?
Psychology- In an effort to not retch everywhere, I recall the power of mantras and chant to myself "mind over matter", "mind over matter." I also mentally free myself from this potentially demoralizing situation and escape to my happy place inside.
Mathematics- How many wipees, and papers towels will be required to free my carpet of this odorous occupant? And is it cost effective?
And finally, how much will it cost to have this square footage professionally cleaned if I do not meet with success?


Now I do have photos of the specimens...but will spare you.
However, Nathan did receive them via email...but that was strictly for scientific purposes.

And that my friend, is why we go to college.