A Fine Weekend

So this past weekend I turned 31. Not a monumental birthday by any stretch. Not a milestone or anything. But I had a lovely weekend. My mom came down from DCD to hang out. She's mellowed out a lot, so that has eased the stress on us a lot.
On Friday we went to Benali's and ate some awesome Italian food. I was even serenaded by a very strange couple who were providing the live entertainment that night. Usually the chick from Rook is there with her violin(a crappy band, but she's a good violin player when roaming an eatery). They were called The Tempest Duo and I'm not sure they realized that a tempest is a sudden, destructive storm. Although that could be an accurate description of the music. An even more accurate description would be Trainwreak. The Guitar player was about 100 years old, and looked like the cardigan wearing art teacher you had back in grade school. The violin player was much younger and was clad in a pink double breasted suit coat from 1983. To set the mood of Italian-ness, (please pronounce in your head: EYE-tal-EE-an-ness) they stuck to traditional Irish folk with a few Sting covers thrown in. Between each song, they over-praised each other for several minutes in these low, monotone, smooth and smarmy NPR voices*. The food was really good, and Jackson flirted with the wait staff all night so we got really good service.
Saturday Cody came down and met us at the coffeeshop, where Jackson sucked in the caffeine by osmosis, and went crazy. He also flirted with all the girls, one-upping our poor, single Cody.

I then took Cody to see the Driller, Tulsa's only landmark, since he had already seen Six Flags Over Jesus. We ate yummy Indian food.
Sunday was spent in Stillwater. More coffee and baby activities for mom. Cody came down and we sat around yapping and ate barbecue.
Monday I took mom to the OKC, narrowly missing a giant accident on I-35, a brush fire, and weirdness at the airport.


On the way down there, we saw an SUV with a stencil on the side advertising Praise Moves: The Christian Alternative to Yoga.
Really? Is Yoga that much of a threat to Christianity? Laurette Willis explains that she was really into yoga and fitness until she gave herself to Christ in 1987. People usually don't go born-again until they hit rock bottom, but I have never heard of hitting it with exercise. Getting in shape by stress-relieving stretching is apparently warping the minds of Americans everywhere into believing in Hinduism and it's teachings of reincarnation.
"Sadly, this false teaching leads people away from the necessity for a Savior."
Whew! and I thought I was loosing fat, not my soul. Thank goodness for you, Laurette Willis!