This weekend, we were greeted with the West Des Moines fire department on Saturday night. For having a fire in a contained fire pit that sat on a concrete driveway. Apparently it's against the law in West Des Moines to have a fire with wood burning timbers. Now, if we had a gas fire pit, it would be fine. Interesting rule that I never knew existed, considering we've been having fires in our cul-de-sac for the past decade. Thank goodness the kids had at least cooked their hotdogs so dinner was served. We stood staring at the marshmallows, cold...we grilled the brats so we were saved in the adult dept. Our neighbor won the prize for his "loaded" Brat, topped with fritos.
We were told that a neighbor had placed the call. Really? Because it was in our neighbors driveway, they now have a strike against them. We don't, however. Which is why the guys decided to go to our pit in the backyard. Yes, we lit another fire...so naughty. We figured if we were called out again, it was now on our property and we would tell the firemen that we were experimenting to see what side of the block the call had come from. We concluded it was the street to the west of us. A rental family that also called us out during the Rib Fest for fireworks. The kids ran around, being extra loud so as to pay them back for throwing water on our evening. Andy grabbed a few fireworks at the end of the night...boys will be boys.
The weekend was filled with swimming is Iowa City, the Beaverdale Fest parade with Grandma Jane, soccer in Altoona, wrapping up more soccer in Ames yesterday afternoon. We ended the weekend at the Other Place for pizza on the patio. Fall is nearing as we sat almost uncomfortably without jackets. It's time to throw jackets and blankets in the car to gear up for fall weather. Bring it On. We all tasted a little "happy" last night as Katy shared her fries.
This week we arrive in Venezuela, Hannah's pick. It shall be interesting. Considering she has decided not to like black beans any more. A short dining week as we gear up for Homecoming.
This weekend, we were greeted with the West Des Moines fire department on Saturday night. For having a fire in a contained fire pit that sat on a concrete driveway. Apparently it's against the law in West Des Moines to have a fire with wood burning timbers. Now, if we had a gas fire pit, it would be fine. Interesting rule that I never knew existed, considering we've been having fires in our cul-de-sac for the past decade. Thank goodness the kids had at least cooked their hotdogs so dinner was served. We stood staring at the marshmallows, cold...we grilled the brats so we were saved in the adult dept. Our neighbor won the prize for his "loaded" Brat, topped with fritos.
We were told that a neighbor had placed the call. Really? Because it was in our neighbors driveway, they now have a strike against them. We don't, however. Which is why the guys decided to go to our pit in the backyard. Yes, we lit another fire...so naughty. We figured if we were called out again, it was now on our property and we would tell the firemen that we were experimenting to see what side of the block the call had come from. We concluded it was the street to the west of us. A rental family that also called us out during the Rib Fest for fireworks. The kids ran around, being extra loud so as to pay them back for throwing water on our evening. Andy grabbed a few fireworks at the end of the night...boys will be boys.
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