Magnolia Blossom's Midwest Misadventures - St. Louis
Jul. 15, 2013 3:27 pm
Updated: Jul. 22, 2013 4:27 pm
What is that phrase? Better late than never? While two of my cohorts and road buddies, Lady Sparkle and Lucky Noodles had already written blogs about our St. Louis weekend, I decided to put a different spin on our weekend.
(Yeah, that’s me… I just kind of spin in a different direction…)
Where does it start? A trip to St. Louis in May and arriving at Lady Sparkle’s house to spend the night before our trip.
Sparkle Britches has 2 dogs, one is very rambunctious, and the other is extremely large.
Friendly, but LARGE (Great Dane mix). LS had an air mattress set up for me on the floor.
Time for bed… LS takes one dog upstairs with her and the “large one” was in his crate.
Just dropping off to sleep and I hear the clicking of toenails on the floor and I assume that LS had let the dog out of her room.
Next thing I know, the LARGE dog had climbed onto my air mattress.
I can’t help but laugh and say “I don’t think you are supposed to be here, but what can I do about it?”.
I envision his nails puncturing the mattress and the two of us flying through the air like cartoon characters.
Well apparently he thought the mattress was quite comfy, so he lay down.
Then he rolled over and we are now laying back to back like an old married couple who’s ticked off at each other.
Thankfully, Sparkle Britches’ son came home and rescued me.
First attraction, a ketchup bottle… Ketchup bottle? Or do you say catsup?
Whatever…that is another blog. The out-of-town peeps rented a home near Collinsville, IL.
I had done a little research prior to the trip and mentioned to my very fun-loving traveling companions, Lady Sparkle (Thelma) & Lucky Noodles (Brad Pitt), that we should stop and see the World’s Largest Ketchup Bottle in Collinsville.
I mean, that’s what foodies do, right? We are driving and surely we would be seeing it soon, I mean how could you miss it?
Aha! There it is! It also happens to be where we need to turn to get to the rental house.
Imagine the reaction on the other end of the phone when Cat Hill calls to ask for directions to the house.
Turn left at the giant ketchup bottle…silence at the other end…whaat?!?!
MiBeingMi and Cat laughing hysterically…
Next, a stop at the Botanical Gardens in St. Louis. Beautiful day, beautiful scenery.
Ah… the conservatory – humid atmosphere, beautiful tropical plants.
Taking some “faux toes” (I will explain that phrase in a moment), my foot slipped off of the slick paved area and down I went…right into the plant that I had just taken a “faux toe” of.
OK, trying to get up without destroying the plant…not happening.
Great, I’ve fallen into a semi-toxic plant that probably only blooms every 400 years.
Good thing I got a pic of it before the devastation. (And it was one of my better pics too!)
My arm was filled with fine nettles and proceeded to swell up.
Had to remove the nettles with duct tape when I got home. Sigh…
As promised, an explanation of “faux toes.” MiBeingMi loves taking pics of her food and her family sometimes pokes fun of her taking them and uses their fingers to make quote marks in the air when talking about her “faux toes.”
(You have to pronounce it the way it’s written, in a higher pitch, and a sing-song voice.)
Mi relayed the story of her 4-year old granddaughter asking “Grammy, do you have to take a “faux toe?”, using the quote marks in the air and sounding exactly like she had heard many times before.
As you can imagine, the entire weekend we couldn’t use the words picture or photo.
Oh, the lively discussions we had that weekend, from hair styles, fashion trends, arts & crafts, political ambitions, and of course, food.
A fun weekend for all! Can’t wait to do it again,
(except for sleeping with a humongous dog and pulling nettles out of my arm), but maybe next time I’ll take more “faux toes”!
Stay tuned for the next chapter – Magnolia Blossom’s Midwest Misadventures – Kansas City.