Our carefully laid plans to do Absolutely Nothing on the holiday weekend were shaken up a little when Big Red the Landscape Guy (Not His Real Nickname) called Rick with a question and an offer. Question: Is it possible to wake Kathi up at 9 a.m.? The offer: Meet Big Red at the bay on the morning of the 4th for an excursion on his boat. Well! Of course I would wake up early for a chance to see Captain Big Red in action at the tiller. Or whatever you call the thing you drive a boat with.
It started out cold and gray down on the water, as cold and gray as Heidi Klum’s voice saying “You’re out!” Even the seals refused to wake up. But as the morning wore on, the sun came out, the birds started singing, and The Rock came out to play.
Now, I’m not complaining, mind you, but the invitation was a little “last minute” and I didn’t have time to bake a pie or smoke a ham or even buy a bag of Cheetos. But that didn’t mean I was going to show up empty-handed for a party.
Big Red tried to look cool and nonchalant, but I could see how his eyes lit up behind those mirrored sunglasses when I presented his gift.
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I really like the way you took the time to get “authentic” refried beans. What a nice touch.
I find your level of toughtfulness heart-warming
Well words escape me here. Refried beans! I have those in the cabinet but it never occured to me to give them as a host/hostess gift. The next time someone has me over for dinner I’m going to break out the beans. Thanks for the idea!
PS it’s a trawler, I think. What do I know, I live in Kansas for goodness sakes!
Nothing better than having beans and then being trapped together on a boat:) That will always make for some additional entertainment when the rock gets boring!
Damn girl!! And I thought your life was all about chickens!!! Can I live YOUR life for a couple of weeks?
And EVERYONE knows that when you bring a hostess gift, it should at least have a ribbon and a bow on it!!!! How crude! If I can’t live your life for a few weeks, could you please loan Red to me for a few hours? I promise to return him…..not too much worse for the trauma.
Mmmmmmmm………beans. just like grandma used to buy.
BTW, phoenix is now trying to save “daisy mountain” & needs you.
It’s a first! Big Red just read his first blog, right on the screen! (usually i have to print these goodies, and they lose their fun and affects when printed and trucked down to the opposite end of this “sprawling villa’ in the almost melting edge of the Carrisa Plains, we call home)
I brought up your blog and he stood here and read it; – he’s thrilled – he’s a a super-star now, he’s syndicated! he can be “googled” under the alias “Big Red” !! hahaha.
and honestly…. the hostess gift — a perfect choice…. he can never get enough refried beans, I buy them with every trip to town practically!
I am just sorry we we missed you… we got there just before noon, shoot!
looking forward to your next bit of chatter and laughs….
sincerely,
Big Red’s Mrs.;
the Carrisa Plains Bantam Chick! hehehe,
OK — all this poultry talk is making me hungry!
I guess that means we are just “peepin’ it real ! ” LOL hahaha
peep peep peep
ut oh — i just read the other comments about your blog, Kathi — seems there is a Miss D Wyzard who wants to barrow my Big Red Rooster, hmmmmm , she has to contact me first, now, hehe, we don’t loan him out, for free, time is money ladies! Haa haha , (reaches for my auctioneer’s hammer)
shall we start the bidding? hahaha
(just all in good fun ladies, i have never auctioned him out
— he’s allllllllll mine!) hehehehe
Sure….complain when people bring you food scraps for your chicks without a bow or a ribbon or anything, and then go ahead and give a FABULOUS gift of authentic refried beans away without a bow or a ribbon or anything. (honestly, who wouldn’t want that? They are great!) No more complaining from you, or so help me I will turn this car around!
Any of you who wants to use my idea of beans as a wholesome hostess gift is welcome to do so. Of course I will expect a small commission and a few huzzahs. But Busty, PLEASE don’t turn the car around!!! I’ll be nice!
Bob, I have never even heard of Daisy Mountain. But I was on the Save Camelback Mountain committee and you see how that went.
Mrs. Red, I am so happy you spoke up! Also, I think you need to look into that Dana W. situation. I’m sorry we missed you on Friday, and also, after I saw where you all would be sleeping, I was a little afraid about the beans (like Diana said).
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