Thanks Sweetie, I savored every crumb. You are special.
My Mother-in-Law Nana is moved into her new house in Tulsa. She is was moving up here anyway and had a contract to buy a house when when she broke her hip and had to have surgery, then rehab here in Tulsa.
Well but she is one tough lady and she worked extremely hard and flew through inpatient rehab, and closed on her house. She and Sweetie spent most of the last week supervising the move from Antlers, OK to Broken Arrow. The movers unloaded it all Friday.
So here is a picture of Nana (on the right) and another tough lady (Sweetie) resting up at the new house.
A few treasures from the old house, now in the new house.
The Bear
The Old Cookstove from the Homestead in Northwest Oklahoma
SuperPizzaBoy’s Rocky Horse. I remember him small enough to fall of it. Now he trips over it.
Nana had the movers deliver the old piano to our house. It looks like it belongs here.
We have a bicycle problem at the house. Sweetie’s is propped up against the wall. Makes it kind of hard to get in and out of her car.
Mine is balanced all wobbly on my work bench. So if I need to do anything I have to move the bicycle. Pain in the butt.
So after school today SuperPizzaBoy and I went to Home Depot and found two fold down bike racks for $5.95 each, plus tax. They come with screws but I spent a few more pennies on some heavier duty manly lag screws.
Come home, did my manly home project. Sweetie will be so proud of me when she gets home Thursday night! I’ve been telling her that I would take care of it since about 1992, and I did. Isn’t it nice to have a guy around the house who follows through?
Whirlwind Easter Weekend. Saturday SuperPizzaBoy and I were by ourselves most of the day. I had taxes to do but the weather was too nice, plus I had a brand spanking new Garmin Nuvi 500 crossover GPSr that needed a workout, so we went Geocaching! Found two, one in east Tulsa took an hour to hike to and then find. SPB got a little tired of that one.
First two ticks of the season. One for him, and one for me. So we are tied!!!!
Then Sweetie and Nana made it up from Antlers with Nana’s two kittys. Meet Gypsy (calico) and Piwacket (“Wackycat”). They are spending their time getting acclimated to Nana’s new house in Broken Arrow. Gypsy was nervous and moved into Piwacket’s crate, Wacky wasn’t too happy about that. Move in is later this week! Got to meet one of Nana’s new neighbors also.
Sunday night dinner, Yogi cooked his specialty fried chicken. Hadn’t cooked it in about 15 years. It took me a little to get the hang of it again but everybody said it was pretty good. Sweetie says that I can cook it for Mother’s day. I think I will!!
The drumstick on the left tasted better than it looks.
Then a cut throat game of Farkle. A very fun game with 6 dice that I got as a birthday present. Its fun. But I never win!!! What’s up!!
Oh yeah, and I finished the taxes.
Well, the last month has been very hectic for the Yogi family. I had a heck of an allergy attack in early March, I mean a real doozey. Followed by a great family trip to San Antonio. We did it all, we did the Alamo, the Riverwalk, Hemisfair Plaza, Seaworld, the whole deal. Then the family left me and my sinuses in SA while they went back to Tulsa.
I did my industry convention, got a whole load of continuing education hours to keep my PE license, found a whole bunch of microcaches in and along the river walk, and explored a bunch of the city on foot. My and the sinuses went through a ton of tissue on the way, and grossed out a bunch of friends. No wonder I was so lonely.
Then I got back to Tulsa and my Mother-in-Law, Nana, a very sweet lady who is moving to Tulsa got her plans accelerated when she accidently fell and broke her hip. So she was in the hospital and then rehab and is now staying with us and is doing great, and is planning to move into her new house in a few weeks.
As an aside, I will tell you that if something similar happens to me, I’m sending the ambulance to where she went, Saint John’s Hospital here in Tulsa and then rehab at the Bernsen Rehab center. Both the hospital and the rehab center are wonderful and are staffed by very skilled and compassionate people not only toward the patient but also the family.
After that excitement died down, I finally went to the doctor who gave me some antibiotics. That stopped the sinuses but also my digestive system. Friday night I took the last of the antibug pills so maybe I’ll start feeling better here pretty quick. In the meantime, I’m exercising again and it is like starting from scratch. That’s not fair.
So tonight, its just me and Nana. Sweetie and SuperPizzaBoy are at some cultural event bettering themselves. Me and Nana are watching House Hunters. Then Nana asked me if I would go the house she recently purchased and check the water level in the swimming pool. Sure! I don’t know anything about swimming pools but I can check water levels. After all I am a by God Licensed Professional Chemical Engineer in the State of Oklahoma (PE 17351).
I get over there and the water level is a little low so I get the water flowing. Filling a pool is not like filling a bathtub. This is going to take a while. What’s a guy to do?
I’ll tell you, its time to go geocaching!
Christmas in July , Number 764, but who is counting, really its not about the numbers, is it, not at all. And yes, as a blogger I take my camera everywhere I go, and, as a geocacher, I take my GPS receiver everywhere.
Any geocachers who slogged through this post? Tell us what your geocaching handle is. Mine is YogiABB. Son’s is guess what, SuperPizzaBoy. Sweetie won’t get one, so the local geocachers call her … well we won’t get into that. I stay on thin ice around here anyway. She really puts up with a lot.
Last week the family packed up and flew down to San Antonio for a little weekend trip in conjunction with a business trip.
Of course, if you go there, you have to stay on the riverwalk and take a boat tour. We had a great tour guide. I’m sure that some of the stuff that he told us might even be true. It all made a great story.
We stayed at the Marriott Rivercenter. Great place to stay, right on the river. SuperPizzaBoy thought they had a great pool.
One thing our church does this time of year for couples married over 50 years is present each wife with a corsage. They are delivered the Saturday before Valentines Day and the couples are specially honored the next day in church
I consoled my lonely feelings by finding a couple of geocaches in a local park. The first was a toughie but I finally spotted it. I’m not going to tell you which geocache it is because I want you to spend 20 minutes in a park trying to act not like a pervert while a bunch of Society for Creative Anachronism folks are battering each other with wooden swords.
SCA is an awesome organization because only they are more dorky than geocachers.
After Sweetie and I attended the Color Purple on Saturday we went to eat. Going to the PAC shows has turned into “date nights” for Sweetie and I even though we go to matinees. So I guess really they are date evenings. Are we getting old? Nah, I’ll just leave it at that.
So the mutual question is, “Where do you want to eat?” I mentioned the Palace Cafe, Sweetie thought it a good idea so we cruised by. It was 5:05 and they open at 5 pm. “Are we going to be the only ones there?” “That’s no fun.” So we cruised down Cherry Street. “Tucci’s – no we ate Italian yesterday. Not eating at a deli, no Panera on a date, not in the mood for Full Moon.”
Turn south on Utica, “Hey how about PF Changs, uh OK… Howabout McGills – thats a good place.” We pulled into their parking lot. We didn’t get out. Sweetie says “Lets go try something new.”, “Lets, who cares if we are the only ones there.” So we drove back to the Palace Cafe.
Boy, did we make a great decision. We weren’t the only ones there and we would not have cared. The place is perfect for a date. Its small and intimate. The staff is very good and non-intrusive. All that is necessary for a date. We’ve been to restaurants with good food but the experience is spoiled by indifferent service. Not here.
The food here is wonderful.
Sweetie had Tomato Bisque for starters and then the Salmon for dinner. It is pictured below. It had a delicious mushroom rice cake with it.
I started with the house salad. I had to take a picture of it. It tasted wonderul. It had some sort of aged vinegar on it. Sweetie can fill you in on the details. I was too busy eating it.
For dinner I had the “Catch of the Day.” It had some sort of italian name but was basically a seafood stew with salmon, shrimp, and clams. It was seasoned perfectly. This may be one of the best restaurant dishes I have ever eaten anywhere. (“Gee, that’s really impressive Yogi- is it really better than the Coney Island chili cheese hot dogs?”) Believe it I have eaten some great meals at some great restaurants and I will put this dish up against any of them.
I give the Palace Cafe four stars out of four.
It is Sweetie’s birthday today. I hope that she has a good one. She says that she is not looking forward to this one. Maybe, but nobody enjoys birthdays more than she does.
I was looking for some pictures of her. It is hard. She is not one to sit around. If you want a photograph of her you better be prepared to run like crazy to keep up with her.
She is in constant motion. Organizing this, cleaning that, picking up a kid, calling or emailing somebody. Always working, caring, loving.
She likes to have fun with SuperPizzaBoy. The kid is spoiled. Like for Halloween. I think that he has maybe one store bought outfit in his life. (Buzz Light Year). She made Link the Windwaker this year. A couple years ago she actually made a SuperPizzaBoy costume.
No child had a more hardworking advocate for them than Sweetie. She works all the angles. She doesn’t get mad, yell, and scream. She rolls her sleeves up and works with the school to make things right.
Sweetie is a favorite for SPB’s friends also. Whatever they want, they get. They feel safe at her house. They’ll tell me right to my face when I’m trying to impose myself “Miss Sweetie says its ok.” OK with her, OK with me is my motto.
She is my best friend. I would rather spend time with her than anybody else in the world. I have more fun with her than anybody I can imagine.
I cannot imagine anybody else putting up with all my crap, especially geocaching and blogging. I have reapeatedly broken the no blogging and definitely no blogging picture rule multiple times.
She is my favorite subject!
She is the original critter advocate. She loves them all, nice ones, mean ones, friendly, shy, cute ugly, it doesn’t matter. Sweetie has a heart for the animals. How many cats do you know would put up with a haircut?
John and Donna came up from Little Dixie to impart a little culture to us Rubes in Tulsa. I hope that we didn’t embarrass them too much.
The next morning after we came to, I mean woke up. I made pancakes. My one or two readers know that I’m very particular about the 1/4 cup rule and face centered cubic structure and all that but there is one exception. The “dog cake” traditionally the last of the batter is made into a large pancake and given to the dogs.
I changed the tradition some time ago, to the consternation of the dogs. Now, I get the dog cake. Of course I eat in honor of the dogs so the spirit of the dog cake is preserved. Just to make sure that nobody gets confused about whose pancake it is I monogram it.
All good times must end so we had one last party pic. SuperPizzaBoy and I were headed to a Cub Scout Meeting. Unfortunately Mr. Rick wasn’t going to have us work on the bartending merit badge. SPB might have been able to meet the requirement for Specialty Drinks.
