The Weekend of Banana Bread and Lions and Tigers and Bears

In my blogging absence I have been everywhere from the pasture to the nursing home to the zoo, all in one weekend.

Kaydn Rye and I decided to continue our tradition of bringing goodies to the nursing home on special occasions by making banana and blueberry bread (not together, separate) and by decorating Mothers Day cards for the ladies at the nursing home. (Thanks to all my wonderful MOPS friends for all their help).

I apparently miscalculated the amount of time required to make 20 cards out of card stock and scrapbooking cutouts, but I had the great idea that I would bring all my supplies to the MOPS scrapbooking night on Friday, giving me just enough time to get them together for a Saturday afternoon delivery.

I'm always the lame-o one at scrapbooking night since I roll in there with some papers, some stencils, a ruler, a pencil, a scissor, some markers and occasionally a cup for tracing circle cut outs. Yes, I am LAME-O. Everyone else rolls on in with their rolling suitcase carts full of bags upon bags of fancy accoutrements that I don't even know how to work. They have these fancy paper cutters that don't require a ruler and a scissor, and there are even circle cutters that don't require any cup- bottom tracing, imagine that.

After an hour or so of me cutting traced flowers out of some cardstock, one of my friends comes along with a flower puncher-gadget. And after I spent a half hour measuring out and cutting some stock for the card backgrounds, someone comes along with a fancy paper cutter and with one swoop the cards were done. I have probably spent 507.2 hours of my life, which I will never get back, with rulers and scissors completing scrapbooking tasks which could have been accomplished with that stupid $15 paper cutter. I CURSE AND BLESS the paper cutter.

So anyway, we delivered the goodies to the nursing home ladies, and I think Kaydn Rye may have even left a plate of banana bread in an empty room, but some orderly will come along and find some moldy banana bread one of these days. With all of his help delivering goodies to the "old people" as he calls them, I asked him, "So what would I ever do without you to help me?"

He thought about it for a minute and said, "Hmm, perhaps you would work all day."

Surprisingly perceptive for a half-grown man.

The day before that we met my parents in the pasture near their rental property where they were unloading cattle so that I meet them and take pictures of horse poop. My parents were having some issues with the wonderful horse people who rent their property who love their horses so much that they pen them up in the yard, and obviously, livestock messing up the yard is a cardinal sin according to my mother. So, my parents needed someone to come out there and take pictures of all the horse poop in the yard, for legal purposes of course, which I was obliged to do.


With that task scratched off the list, we finally headed to the zoo on Sunday for Mother's Day. With all the stuff at the zoo, all Kaydn Rye wanted to do was hang out with the prairie dogs, so I paid 16 bucks for us to stand around and look at a bunch of prairie dogs for half the afternoon. One of the better parts of the day for my obsessive compulsive child was finding the strategically placed hand sanitizers throughout the zoo. Fun was had by all.





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