Sunday, October 5, 2014

Bid Rigging

There's a lot going on in our lives right now, from the fun (Dianthus and Aster had a great time camping at BioBlitz), to the very sad (loss of part of the Mister's extended family), to the annoying (strep throat, bacterial pink eye and weird metallic taste in my mouth within two weeks, and now the Mister is sick).  And then there are the exams I'm grading.  And the Broncos winning.  And the ROYALS SWEEPING THE ANGELS!
And that pesky tenure document that is not organizing itself.
Anyway, I am not writing about any of those at the moment.  Rather I am seeking your assistance in securing a great birthday present for the Mister (The Royals shirt is great, and, fortunately, the Royals have won since I washed the shirt-- otherwise we might have had an issue on our hands).
See, for our special birthday meal this year I decided to take him to a food competition/benefit dinner because the theme interests me ("tree to table") the competition looks good, and the cause (trees; specifically orchards near schools and shelters and help re-planting tree after tornadoes) is something I support.
Alex Guarnaschelli and Dave Cathey, both of whom I adore (one of whom is an Iron Chef, the other is the local "Food Dude") are the judges, and the third judges spot goes to the highest bidder.  Wouldn't you like to see The Mister, instead of some rich socialite or snobby food industry insider, judge such an event?  One a whim I bid for him for a birthday present.  Then, when I wasn't immediately out-bid, I realized that I really think it would be a lot of fun, and that he would be a great judge.  If you would like to contribute to Oklahoma orchards, please consider donating through me so that I can bid again should the need arise (only one person has bid against me, but bidding ends tomorrow and who knows what will happen).

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Pinning my hopes on the Royals (Royals! Really?)

 The Mister will tell me that his hasn't given up on his Chiefs, but for all intents and purposes the athletic teams we now have hopes for in this household are the Broncos and the Royals.
When I moved to Kansas (14 years ago!), I added the Royals as my American League team (no conflict with my pro-Rockies and pro-Cubs allegiances) and the Mister has always been a fan, so cheering for the Royals is nothing new.  And, frankly, giving up on college football early in the season (CU and KU are not exactly powerhouses these days, and SWOSU has never been) has happened many times before.
But the Royals at the end of the September!
We are in uncharted territory here.

[The Mister is getting a royal blue shirt for his birthday today.  I'd tell you to keep it a secret, but Aster ran to greet him yesterday with a statement that went something like, "Daddy, a package came for you in the mail.  Mommy is hiding your shirt.  When are we going to open your birthday surprise blue shirt?]

Monday, September 22, 2014

As promised

We ran in the mud.
I don't have any of those promised thoughtful musings, and probably won't for another month.
In the meantime, go enjoy yourself some autumn.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

School Started; There Was a Big Spider; It Rained

Due to a monstrous vortex of independently small issues, which I may whine about in full when they are not dominating my life, I find myself more overwhelmed than ever by "regular" work, just at a time when I should be working on my tenure documents, field work, garden, family back-to-school routine (and perhaps soccer, fitness, and parents' and husband's birthdays).  Alas.
School started four weeks ago.  The boys continue to love it.  Aster cries on Fridays when he doesn't get to go.
I saw this giant spider actively snagging and wrapping the grasshopper.
It rained Saturday, and it was wonderful.
I'm running in mud this Saturday and I'll write something thoughtful again someday, or so I have promised myself.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Kings, Kites, and Cauliflowers

The monarch butterflies seem to be migrating through town today.  It feels early, but I don't know if it is.

The Mississippi Kites are, by and large, are gone.  They've mostly been gone for a week.  It's much harder to note their emigration than immigration, but around the first day of school (August 20), they were actively congregating, and when we visited the park on Thursday (for it was not over 100 degrees, as it had been every previous day this week), we did not experience any eerie diving attacks.

Beet Down at DIA Root Down
The Mister is in charge of fruit and vegetable orders through Bountiful Baskets and frequently orders something beyond the regular fruit and vegetable basket.  Two weeks ago we received a case of cauliflower.  We had thirteen heads of cauliflower and I am pleased to report that, prior to picking up today's baskets, we were down to one head.  Having eaten twelve heads of cauliflower in fourteen days for the first time in my life, I can now authoritatively say that I love cauliflower, particularly the way the Mister fixes it with Indian spices, and I am actually happy to have picked up two more heads today.  It's the four bunches of celery and the fourteen prickly pear fruits for which I don't have a plan.  Suggestions?

Here's a picture of a Beet Down, by the way.

No, there is no point or theme here in this post.  School is underway; I am already behind; youth soccer may or may not start next week; my son's are in grades 0 and -2 according to the official paperwork; the Mister, Dianthus and Aster are in Kansas attending a rodeo tomorrow while I organize documents documenting how well I profess (and pick up vegetables).

One of my students reported that watermelon is her favorite vegetable.  She can do this because watermelon is the official state vegetable of Oklahoma.  Really.  This bothers me far more than it should.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Fruition and Warning

After two days of prurient content, I am happy to present imagery no more lascivious than a pregnant or breastfeeding mother.  This should also be a warning to all of the flowers from Sunday's post; if you keep dangling your stigma out like that, you might end up all fat and sprogged up like this.

[For those of you wondering why I am prepping posts of plant pictures and bad puns on Sunday afternoon when school is about to start, rather than, say, working on my syllabi, I should add that there are lots of practical reasons (computer incompatibility, napping kid that I can't disturb with cleaning, non-napping kid that I must supervise rather than errand running and so forth) and there is plain ol' wanting to extend summer for just a few more minutes.]

Monday, August 18, 2014


After I explained that petals weren't reproductive, the crazy woman in the back of the classroom (there's always at least one, but this was my first year teaching and I didn't realize it), blurted out, "so petals are basically the makeup and perfume?"
Somehow I couldn't resist replying, "Yes, if the makeup and perfume attract the guy driving the sperm delivery truck, and he is a member of an entirely different kingdom of organisms."
Plant sex, with its animal intermediaries, just doesn't have any analogous practices among humans.
Many of these were taken on a cool day in Idaho.  You just never know when you are going to find the action.