Some Weekends Rule

This 3-day weekend was quite possibly the best weekend in recorded human history.  True Fact.

Friday after work, the family headed to my parents' home where my sister and her family were in town from Portland.  The 4 grandkids got to sleep out in a tent and the adults all played cards till 1:00 in the morning.

Pretty awesome on the awesome scale.

Saturday morning I got up at 7:00 and went to "Market on the Move" where they "rescue" food from the inevitable trashcan.  No-- I wasn't dumpster diving.  If produce is picked in a field- say- a cucumber.  But the workers pack them in Tomato boxes.  Nothing is wron with the food- it's just in the wrong box.  Grocery stores will reject the food. So rather than simply tossing SEMI TRUCKS of food in the landfill, they donate the food to Market on the Move.  For $10, Market on the Move will let you choose 60 POUNDS of vegetables and fruit.

Pretty awesome, right?

I returned to my parents' place and everyone was eating bacon and eggs and PECAN PIE for breakfast.

No arguing that is pretty awesome.

Sat and chatted, then played cards some more.

Packed up and headed home- then visited with our friends who are moving to Tennessee next week.

Got home and set up Netflix to watch Ferris Beuler's Day Off with the children- fell asleep laying on the floor while the children quoted the movie.

Pretty awesome!

Sunday morning- brewed beer with my dad who has now caught the homebrewing bug. He brought over bagels and deli meat.

AWESOME!

The wife went to a "Beer Brunch" with 20 other gals with the "Arizona Girls Pint Out" group, THEN went to see Fast and Furious with a friend.

Pure awesome.

I went to work and worked at a 40th birthday party where I got to play with Dry Ice. Made a graet party happen for some nice people till like... midnight. Got a $100 tip.

Not. Too. Shabby.

Got up in the morning, took the kids to Aunt Pat's house where they helped her tidy up the place, do some light yard work, and got to drive the golf cart :)

Wife and I went golfing, where I hit a golf ball into a lake. But WAIT!  It skipped across the water and landed on the 18th green.

AWESOME!

Went to retrieve the kids and eat brats and swim at Aunt Pat's house.

RIGHTEOUS!

Realized that there was a late baseball game and took the boy child to experience it.  The game started at 6:40. This means it will end some time in the 10:00 hour- 2 hours past his normal bed time.  This is a bit scary.

I bought 2 cheap seats from a scalper for $10 each.  Traded them to another scalper with a $20 bill and got AWESOME seats in the lower level.  Then while the boy and I wandered the stadium, we held the door open for a family (the parents were struggling with an infant and a toddler...) The man said "Wow- that was really nice!  Want an upgrade in your seats?" we were now sitting in the 3rd row behind the dugout, directly even with 1st base. There was an open seat in the front row and the Boy Child got to hang out there with a couple of 14 or 15 year old boys who graciously explained everything happening on the field to him. (You know how 10 year old boys like being entertained by older boys- so adorable)

At the end of the game, one of the players threw 4 game used batting gloves to the Boy Child.  The boy then threw his glove in the dugout and the player signed it, and threw it back with a game-played baseball in it. Boy child saw a little boy who looked like he could use a souvenir so he gave the other kid a batting glove.

I mean seriously, I challenge anyone to beat that weekend.

Signing off from a happy place-
Andrew