Monday, March 19, 2012

Rescue. Me.

Mom had a wedding shower to attend in Wichita on March 4th so Dad and I were on our own. First up was breakfast at First Watch Shoppes at Corporate Woods with Aunt Darcy, Grandma & Grandpa Davenport.
After breakfast we rolled over to the Overland Park Convention Center to check out the Home & Garden show. I was pretty medium about the "home" portion but I do like flowers so I rolled with the punches.
One of the early booths that captured my attention (and made AD head for the hills) was the Operation WildLife (aka OWL - not kidding) booth. These folks are the largest publicly funded wildlife clinic in Kansas. The little guy above is a pygmy owl and he was hit by a car (apparently a very common injury for owls) and as a result he lost his right eye. Very sad.
And did you know that owls don't have eye muscles which means their eyes are fixed in their sockets so they must turn their entire head to change their view. It's a good thing their necks are so flexible too because I'll bet they really have to turn when they only have one eye. Seriously, so sad. Since OWL is a publicly funded organization, I donated one of my recently acquired dollars while we were there. You can match my donation (though you should probably prorate it for your age vs mine -- 3yrs Old=$1, 30yrs Old=$10, 300yrs Old=$100) here.

Okay, onto less depressing topics - FLOWERS! At the (gigantic) Westlake booth, I was able to talk Dad into buying a couple of flowers which I'm happy to announce are still alive at press time.

I also really enjoyed the Van Wall Equipment booth where I spent a LOT of time. I sat on a number of rides but couldn't manage to find where the quarters go. Oh GpaD, where arrrrrrre you?
Fortunately I found this truck and drove AD and I to Target... then Home Depot... then Target again...

When Dad and I made it home I was half asleep though unbeknownst to him stepping into the family room had the same impact as a cup of coffee. Sadly, Dad put me down for a nap then decided to take one of his own.
The second time he woke up to find me already awake, he happened to notice the overwhelming smell of A&D ointment... because I had gotten a hold of a ONE POUND JAR and smeared it all over my face... because my lips were chapped. Needless to say this process was a bit messy so Dad rushed me to the shower, the whole time shouting, "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!!!" Of course, A&D's whole role is to repel liquid and soap was no help either. He eventually figured out that a dry towel was the way to go... ish. As you can see below, there was a fair amount in my hair that Dad completely missed.
My greased back look aside, dinner at J. Alexander's with AD, G&G D was pretty fun. MMMmmmm, carrot cake...

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,

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