My Mega Exciting Life: Mardi Gras Bead Disbursement and Gardening

Giving away beads from Mardi Gras is almost as much fun as catching them. I especially like calling the Captains of Power in my office and asking Mr. Business Man if he has daughters and could I interest him in Mardi Gras beads for her. I have never not had a taker. I save one bag for my niece and nephew and one of my favorite memories of our times together was the first time I dumped a bag of beads on the floor and told them to take what they wanted (Clay and Kim were less than pleased with the mound of plastic crap carted home, howevs). This year was not much different with the exception of:

bead burial is apparently the new black. lottie sue as a bead corpse.

AAAAH!!!! JENNY AS A BEAD ZOMBIE!!! SHE'S NOT DEAD!!!

max gets put six feet under by uncle tommy

then tommy sees how it feels to be buried... not so tough now are you, big guy?

the children get a kick out of burying their father alive

then dipsey sees how it feels to be pushing daisies

Then, OH NO!!

double burial for max and lucy!!!

As for me, I'm having none of this nonsense.

me as a bead beauty resting atop my loot

The Smiths and Masons originally went to the Mowrers with our beads to sort through them and make sure everyone had enough plastic crap to last them for another 12 months. We dumped out all the beads, and no one realized the folly in that error until all the beads were picked up and we found the debris remaining - including:

ga-ross.

And here we have the children all playing in the beads:

rowdy examines a strand of beads before going on to eat a football

lottie sue as a viking

max and lucy waiting for their uncle tommy to share the good stuff with them

And here we have my prize finds (aside from Santa Claus Mardi Gras beads):

all my beautiful, beautiful clear plastic beads

additions to my king cake babies

Next up, the weekend was so nice Amanda and I decide to go for a picnic!

meade's quarry!

After eating Amanda decreed that it was too nice to laze about and that she wanted to go work in her garden. I agreed to help. By "help" I meant I'd sit in the sun and talk to her while she worked. That trickery worked until she reminded me that I'd asked her to root some seeds for me and why didn't I really "help." Humph.

duping in action

me gardening. that's my hand on the left. it's rosemary seeds my parents gave me for valentine's day since i killed the rosemary we had growing in our yard the fall before.

Lastly, lastly, I leave you with this: on Sunday I took friend Amanda to the airport for a ten day, three city, tour of conferences and meetings. We hadn't caught up in awhile and wouldn't see each other for awhile so we headed to brunch before hand. We ordered mimosas and were told (at 10:45 AM on Sunday) that the blue laws in Maryville precluded liquor by the drink before noon. Amanda took note and asked to see that in writing. Thus, management produced: