Saturday morning found us awake bright and early so that we could scoff down some leftover rolls before heading out with MM and their eldest daughter to feed the wild mustangs. It was a cloudy day with occasionally sprinkles, but thank goodness the rain held off until we were safely back at the Lodge. These gorgeous views were from our bedroom door, which overlooks the wrap-around deck, by the way. We separated into two trucks with Ashely, Dani, my Mom and I as MM’s passengers and everyone else with their 12 year old daughter in the brand new F-150. Yeah,…
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As I mentioned before, after dinner everyone pitched in a hand to help clean up. Except me, of course, because I was busy being annoying and taking pictures of it. Charlie also snuck his way back inside, skunk-smelling and all. We’d already eaten, so who cares, right! Did I already mention how in love I am with this kitchen? I’d followed the whole Lodge re-do, but I literally gasped out loud when I walked in to its magnificence. Ahh-may-zing. Gratuitous Charlie pictures warning! He was definitely the celebrity of the weekend. And it may not look like it with…
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Alright, so I wasn’t serious about putting up 34 separate posts, but since I really need to get my behind to bed, here are just a few from supper the first night. Once we ‘landed’ so to speak, we met Ree and her lovely eldest daughter who had been cooking and re-cooking our meal all night, trying to keep things warm for us. They showed us to our gorgeous, amazing, hotel-like rooms and I had approx. 2.4 seconds to snap a quick shot before we ran back out to enjoy a delicious feast and shyly tell our entire life stories…
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Our long journey began in an airport in Paris in the 1940s: just two women, alone save for a hoard of pastry, facing the beginning of a dusty road to the very far west. That’s a ‘Get Smart’ style Russian walkie talkie, not a cell phone Our spirits were high, though the miles before us were long, and the warm sun greeted us cheerfully from behind the industrial plate-glass. It being Paris in the 40s and all, I am exclaiming something to the effect of ‘Ooh la la, sacre bleu! Je suis une bibliotheque chevre au vin!’ Basically I was…
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I just met a number of truly incredible women, thanks to the Pioneer Woman’s sushi weekend giveaway. I am in love with everyone I just met and it’s pretty lonesome now that I’ve been home from the Lodge for less than a day. I’m a wimp! I’m probably going to post up 36 entries about every little detail that I can remember, but Ree beat us all to the punch! Ree was twittering the whole weekend (click to go check ’em all out)… including of course the time when my mom smelled some bacon… and wondered aloud if perhaps her…
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Hey guys! I’ve snuck onto the computer at the Lodge to blog under the super secretive magical Oklahoma atmosphere that makes everyone out here incredibly fun, wonderful, and witty! My mom and I are having so much fun with all the other girls here, Ree has been spoiling us rotten with food to-DIE-for and views of the amazing countryside. The Lodge is even more gorgeous in person and the beds are incredibly comfy! I think everyone else is napping while I sneak on to indulge my addiction. I would post a pic or two but I don’t see a card reader……
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So I just happened to google ‘Bobosaurus’ just now, as someone had come here from said google search. Well, it turns out that Bobosaurus has become an official kind of dinosaur, just in the past few years! Isn’t that crazy?? Apparently it is a kind of plesiosaur, which is one of those water-dwelling brontosaurus looking creatures – http://www.plesiosauria.com/bobosaurus.html – how cool is that? Also, I found this t-shirt which I need to get immediately: http://www.cafepress.com/+bobosaurus_rex_kids_light_ts,160636806 Bobo is SO famous. 🙂
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Here are a few pictures from Julie’s birthday this year. We celebrated with some delicious takeout from Filho’s Cucina, mmm so tasty! Julie had requested an ‘animal-shaped’ cake… so umm, out of ideas we went with a teddy bear. Mom proceeded to decorate the teddy bear when I wasn’t looking… and I think made him into a homeless grifter/serial killer looking bear. He tasted good at least! This bear had a scruffy chin strap which my mom took off after my expression of horror… and then it looked like he had an even sketchier five o’clock shadow. And check…
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For Christmas, Lauren brought my mom over a lovely tea sampler from some posh English brand. It contained several bags of eight different varieties, and was all nicely packaged into convenient little sleeves and placed gently into compartments. All this effort on their part was for naught, because now that Bobo can reach up on the counters no tempting box can escape unscathed. Yeah, that was a fun way for me to start the day, trying to match up tea varieties… And look at his innocent little face, as if he just stumbled upon these neatly arranged tea packets just…
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Now I’m all for ice cream, I think it’s a great idea. But… not so much in winter time, I’m already frigid enough as it is! Bobo doesn’t feel the same way, apparently. He doesn’t even care that this is fake ice cream. And let me tell you, it’s nasty. I’m sorry for everyone who is on Weight Watchers and has to use this as a substitute for the real thing… because it’s gross. I would so much rather eat nothing than eat pale, chemical-y imitations of yummy treats. After it started gooping all over into this weird clear yellow…
