<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH52DRj_QI/AAAAAAAABaQ/1uJ4u43qzc0/s1600-h/DSC05793.jpg"><br /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH52DRj_QI/AAAAAAAABaQ/1uJ4u43qzc0/s400/DSC05793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355336138907450626" />I'm always telling people to skip the picnic at Woodward Park, at 21st and Peoria. It is, after all and in my estimation, the No. 1 suggested thing to do in this city. I'm not big on doing anything that's often suggested, mostly because I wish I could be a rebel or something neat like that. <div><br /></div><div>In this case, though, I made an exception. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH5ovGWmEI/AAAAAAAABaI/DCnHazJRQJE/s1600-h/DSC05797.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH5ovGWmEI/AAAAAAAABaI/DCnHazJRQJE/s400/DSC05797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355335910153427010" /></a>Hubby's birthday hit us over the weekend, and we celebrated with two picnics - <a href="http://tulsazoo.org">one luring and then shooing away and luring again the geese at the Tulsa Zoo</a> and one <a href="http://www.webersoftulsa.com/">chasing squirrels and yuppie dogs with Weber's fries and root beer</a> at Woodward Park. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, we would have chased them with root beer. Problem was, we didn't think to bring a bottle opener. An age old problem, a new generation. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are great views to be had at Woodward Park, even when you're knocked flat on your back by Weber's trademark deliciosity:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH5PReJBXI/AAAAAAAABaA/CA9Y0rsN4dI/s1600-h/DSC05803.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH5PReJBXI/AAAAAAAABaA/CA9Y0rsN4dI/s400/DSC05803.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355335472703407474" /></a>See? Purdy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Deliciosity is a word, I swear. <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=deliciosity">Look it up</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the view to the right:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH5EmERQII/AAAAAAAABZ4/mK7tRQwYmG0/s1600-h/DSC05805.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH5EmERQII/AAAAAAAABZ4/mK7tRQwYmG0/s400/DSC05805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355335289253478530" /></a><br /></div><div>And away he goes. Cute little baby heinie as far as the eye can see.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH49uBqY2I/AAAAAAAABZw/eBnTtUJsuK8/s1600-h/DSC05808.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH49uBqY2I/AAAAAAAABZw/eBnTtUJsuK8/s400/DSC05808.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355335171130942306" /></a><br /></div><div>He's always doing this: Running away from us, his safe haven, in search of adventure and, namely, doggies.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH4slng2xI/AAAAAAAABZo/wKAd17XYMog/s1600-h/DSC05814.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH4slng2xI/AAAAAAAABZo/wKAd17XYMog/s400/DSC05814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334876816005906" /></a><br /></div><div>Good thing the birthday boy was handy to round up our young. I was way too full from stacking <a href="http://webersrootbeer.net/low_fat_burger.html">the Weber's 21st Century Low-Fat Burger</a> on top of most of a large order of fries to move.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH4W_PHydI/AAAAAAAABZg/oFIyyxVvy4c/s1600-h/DSC05825.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH4W_PHydI/AAAAAAAABZg/oFIyyxVvy4c/s400/DSC05825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334505735899602" /></a><br /></div><div>Ah, the men in my life. Always handsome, usually lost in thought, rarely content to just sit around and while away the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love my boys.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hold on. I'm about to receive a gift. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH3xuje91I/AAAAAAAABZY/kuY3jbs4l84/s1600-h/DSC05830.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SlH3xuje91I/AAAAAAAABZY/kuY3jbs4l84/s400/DSC05830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355333865602742098" /></a>My very own broken branch from Woodward Park in Tulsa, Oklahoma! Just what I never knew I'd always wanted. Thanks, kiddo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone had as glorious a weekend as we did. Happy Monday.</div></div>