Obsessed.

I call it: Before, After After and Bliss.


I can't stop steaming artichokes, you guys. Can't stop. I call it the After After because I someone was too hungry to take a pix straight out of the steamer, rather after I someone ate it the minute it was finished steaming. And the final photo truly is bliss. Let the steamed artichoke heart marinate in red wine vinegar and a little vegetable oil/olive oil, salt and pep for a few minutes before inhaling enjoying them! You won't be mad. I promise.

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Photo dump!

Welcome to my life as of late, dear friends.


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TGIM!

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If you drink, don't drive - do the Watermelon Crawl.

This weekend, I:
Took a 9am spin class.
Watched silly boys play baseball in the park.
Last minute decided to work and helped at the U2 tailgate for work.
Went to my first Farmer's Market of the summer!
Got coffee with my favorite friend.
Found myself in my old Wash Park stomping grounds, and visited my favorite grocery!
Painted my nails BRIGHTTTT pink.
Happy Hour hopped with my work besties.
Collectively wore a fedora, maxi dress, romper and cadet hat.  4 of my most favorite things in life, BTW.
Fell back in love with Fig Newtons.  My grandma always had them at her house growing up, and I'm on this no-sugar, candy, dessert kick, so they are the perfect substitute!
Steamed an artichoke or two.
Went to my first BBQ of the summer!
Ate a ton of tomatoes.
Was talked into buying ridiculousness QVC sh!t at Sam's Club.  After she told me I looked good in green, I just couldn't say no.  And if you remember from here, I'm not above paying for compliments.
Text with my mid-west BFF's all. weekend. long.
Somehow got hooked on Storibook Weddings.  Don't ask.
While cleaning up from the tailgate for above said U2 concert, heard The Frey at Invesco open up for U2. (One of my fa-fa-favorite bands!  I was beyond thrilled.)
Fell asleep watching WAG.
Lived, laughed and loved.


This weekend, I did not:
Clean.
Do laundry.
Deny silly chick flicks on tv.

Sleep in.

Go to church.
Resist buying a Sam's Club box of jalapeno poppers for Ryan.
Get the song Watermelon Crawl out of my head.

Beggie.

I had to laugh when I packed my snacks today. Veggies. And veggie sticks.


Way to live on the edge, Summerfield. It's no secret that I adore veggies - so much so that Mary nicknamed me Beggie. They do seem to be taking over my phone lately...



























Some people blog about kids and fashion? Not here, folks. Cats and veggies.
Meow.


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Hamburger de Bison du Colorado

Guess what I learned while walking to get coffee this morning?  The Irish Snug (1 and 1/2  block from my house) has $8 bottomless mimosas.

Guess what I learned while waking home from getting coffee this morning?  Kinga's Lounge (1 and 3/4th block from my house) has $7 bottomless mimosas. {Note: Kinga's Lounge is a Polish restaurant.  As in the sausage, not nail.  I won't even tell you how long I was confused over that. }

Decisions, decisions.

Jaime, Ash, Sara and I have been taking turns picking brunch restaurants to enjoy over the weekends.  Some of my favorites have been Root Down (which since dining there, I've become semi-obsessed with steak and eggs.), Olivea (I can't even get into the awkward conversation Ashley had with our server over hot chocolate.  I sweat just thinking about it.) and Bistro Vendome (My mouth just started watering. Anyone who has been in my presence in the past 3 weeks has, against their will, had to listen to me obsess over their Hamburger de Bison du Colorado.  It has a fancy name, but it really just means Love Between Two Buns.  Don't.  Get.  Me.  Started.)  I feel that Irish Snug or Kinga's has to be our next brunch destination...but which to choose?!  I do have to admit that The Irish Snug's sign displaying the $8 was done a little better than Kinga's sign, so the inner Graphic Designer in me is leaning heavily towards Snug's....

I do need to quickly talk about the last time I enjoyed bottomless mimosas.  It was a Sunday morning (Palm Sunday to be exact) and Mary and I were headed to the Rockies game.  We had a last minute decision to grab some grub at ChopHouse which is appx 12 steps from my parking garage downtown at work, and appx 120 steps from Coors Field, so it really seemed like a perfect idea.  We sat at the bar, both ordered a mimosa and our brunch (Yes, I did get steak and eggs, though I'm not totally sure why because nothing can compare to Root Down's steak and eggs). As we were waiting for our food to come, the bartender brings us a second mimosa.  Right away we thought it was innocent flirting on his behalf, but then he brings us a third.  Then a fourth.  Then it hits us: Shit, we ordered bottomless mimosas.  Then know what happened?  We watched the first pitch of the Rockies game.........from the TV at the bar.

That just happened.  We did eventually make our way to the game, and also made it home 100% safe, I might add.  Sitting in front of the idiots behind us at the game was enough to sober anyone up.  Here is Mary's cute version of our lovely Sunday.  And yes, this was the day she was rapping with my cat.

I told you I was obsessed with that damn burger.  So much so that I dedicated my blog title to it.  What's it to'ya?

Summercamp, party of 4?

Your table is ready.


Confused by the blog title? I was too years and years ago when my ex and two friends heard that at Speak Easy in Moorhead, MN while waiting for a table. We slowly looked around and apprehensively approached the podium to claim our table. Beth Summercamp. Close enough. I got called Beth Garfield a few weeks back. Let's split the difference, shall we?

Dinner has been cooked and consumed. The Fray joined me while watching and listening the rain fall. Now? I have a big, BIG night planned. Sneak peak:


Forks loves Bethanny as much as I do. The red wine is out of the frame, but you bet your booty its there.

Cheers friends!
Sincerely, Beth SummerGarfieldcamp.

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My friends suck.

(I love him.)


For anyone who was wondering, that link is
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

And anyone else who was wondering, the answer Jon was looking for was it's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday...

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Heartbreaking.

I think I've made my point about how much dude likes LOVES to look out the windows and count the cars that pass by. (I always have to divide the number by 2 because of his adorable little ahemahemcrosseyesahem). Day or night you can find him looking out some window. Well, once the sun goes down, those suckers get drawn, no questions asked. But imagine my heartbreak when I'm reading in bed and look over to see:


Yet I have no doubt in my mind he's still able to peer through the teeniest tinniest crack in the blinds to still count the cars (Don't forget to divide. You can borrow my calculator if you need it.)

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Snooze, you loose.

This morning, I turned on my shower then ran to fill my coffee mug up quick. By the time I got back to the bathroom, I clearly had to take a number to shower in my own home.


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Peek-a-boo.

I see you.



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Meow.

Starting the morning with my favorite coffee mug from my favorite friend has to be a sure sign of a good day!





Mary brought me this mug back from her family vacation to Florida. I love that Mary embraces my inner crazy cat lady. But secretly? I think she has some crazy cat lady in her, too.





These photos were taken my Mary at her own free will. I was getting ready for the Rockies game and could hear her giggling in the next room. I thought maybe she was reading a text message or something. But nope - just rapping with the cat.





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Cap Hill, how do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love all your flowers. {Even the lilacs I was too busy smelling and not taking photos of.}


(But my second favorite Spring flower, Irises, those I'll take time to photog. ;)

I love your hidden ways for me to make wishes.



I love that a part of my life now includes going for a run past the very first park I went to a picnic party at 4 years ago. I knew nothing about the city then, and feel like I know close to everything about it now.



I love your antique accents.



I love your silly messages to your neighbors.



I love daydreaming who lives in these beautiful homes.



But mostly, I love your humor.



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USA! USA! USA!

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