Monday, June 27, 2011

Magic Beans

Earlier this spring I cleaned up and re-worked, er, assisted my boyfriend in cleaning up and re-working my back patio.  Over the past three months, there has been quite a bit of growth and what started like this...

...has turned into this.

I've been very diligent with daily waterings to keep everything alive.  The assortment of flowers includes hibiscus, pansies, dahlias, peonies and lantana.  (Mom, be proud!)  As of two weeks ago, an extra special, and somewhat unique player has joined the garden.  Look closely and you can see it in the upper left hand corner.

As a 'thank you' from his work, my boyfriend received a greeting card of the future...a bean in a can.  Remove the lid, water, and when the bean sprouts, it reveals the message inscribed on the bean.  Very cool idea that turned into a friendly competition among his coworkers: who can grow the tallest bean?  A few days of natural sunlight and watering and the messenger bean made its appearance.  A few days longer and the leaves sprouted.  But not just any leaves; these leaves were big.  Bigger, in fact, than the can the bean came in.


And to put the size into perspective: The leaves are bigger than a man's hand!

It wasn't long before the bean outgrew the can and needed to be transplanted.  Accompanying this move, he also received a name: Frank.  Inspired by the way hops are grown, we tied a string around a tree branch to provide stability and to aid in training Frank which way to grow.  A good move for sure.  Two weeks ago Frank was measuring five feet tall.  Fifteen days later, he is towering above the garden at an extraordinary nine feet!  Now that is one magic bean!

Frank's point of view
The only dilemma now is the figure out where Frank's new home will be since he has maxed out the current location and is now touching the tree branch the string is tied to.  Want to get in on some of your own magic bean action?  Check out Nature's Greeting and buy one for you or someone you know.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Everyone Loves a Parade

New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Chicago all have one.  The one in Chicago has been described by my sister as one of the best events in the city.  Music, candy, outrageous outfits, and sometimes protesters can all be found here.  Given the high likelihood for entertainment, when I found out Knoxville was having a gay pride parade, I had to go. 

I'm not sure how much advertisement was done for this event as about fifteen minutes prior to parade time, there were only a few potential spectators on the streets and cars were still driving down the parade route.  I was unaware of the parade until the day before.  One Camry-driving middle aged woman was unaware of the parade until approximately five minutes before when she rolled down her window to inquire.  Whether it was her lack of support for the cause or her confusion about why my boyfriend and I were there together, when we informed her of the parade, Conservative Carol could not roll her window up fast enough.  Although she did tell us to enjoy, even if it was accompanied by a smirk.

Once the parade finally began, there was a decent crowd of people.  With high expectations for fantastic floats, feather boas, and faux-hawks, as the parade was underway, I was quickly brought back to the reality that I live in the South when most of the "floats" ended up looking like this...

At least this drag queen shaved his legs

Nobody likes to leave their pickup truck at home!

There was no sign of the advertised "glittery floats", but the number of faux-hawks (on men and women alike) was too numerous to count, and the people-watching scene was superb.  So overall, the parade wasn't quite as fabulous as I had hoped but it really was a fun day just being out and about seeing was the city has to offer.  Oh, and never mind the irony that this extremely liberal event was being held in the heart of the bible belt, the parade actually took place on Gay Street!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Manly Monday

Yesterday may have been Father's Day but aren't we supposed to love and celebrate our dads everyday?  I think so, so here is a little something in honor of my dad.  Several years ago I speculated that I was adopted. (Of course I never actually believed that, but who doesn't like a little conspiracy theory?)  But for as many times as I have said "I am my father's daughter", the notion of being adopted could not be more incorrect.  Here are a few of the ways we are alike...

Joakim Noah is taller than both of us

We both love this little guy

We can both fall asleep at the drop of a hat...anywhere:
the movies, the car while driving, a live football
game surrounded by 100k people, mid-conversation...

We will always be spotted on the dance floor at a wedding
My Dad is far better dancer but never lets on
the my skills are sub-par.

Happy Father's Day to my Dad!

And although this picture doesn't feature all 'dads', it makes me happy because it shows all the important men in my life, including my two grandfathers.  I am a lucky girl!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Look for Lisa

A whole month...it's been a whole month since I've added a new post.  Not because I have run out of blog-worthy ideas, but because I am a procrastinator have been very busy lately.  If anyone has been looking for me, I haven't been blogging because I've been....

Cheering on the Cubs

Becoming a Godmother
Notice the gown (no, it's not a dress!)...it is the same one my sister and
I wore at our baptisms and was made by a family member!

Supporting charity
by insuring no one outbid my friend Amanda in the silent
auction for two bottles of Makers Mark. 
She won!  :)

Running
Two 5ks and one 1 mile dash

That's pretty much what I've been up to for the last month.  Hopefully I can stay on the
blogging track and avoid being lost in the shuffle like below.  (Yes, I am in this photo. 
Put your "Look for Lisa" skills to the test and see if you can find me!)