Perspective…

Last summer we went to San Francisco for about 10 days. 
My husband manages a department, at his company, of men who sometimes act a little silly. They thought it would be hilarious to hang this monstrosity in his office, as a practical joke. 
When he returned to work, no one wanted it, and so he just left it there… 
And then one has to say “no wonder your mojo is so messed up, at work, buddy!” but anyway… 

 The first day that I walked into his office (it isn’t often) and saw it, I was absolutely horrified by the complete ugliness of it- and then I was romanticized by the possibilities…

Especially in the potential of this frame…

So, I’ve begged and pleaded for him to bring it home. He has counteracted with how it will never be as wonderful as I’m imagining- and blah blah blah…

But he finally did it…

and it is!

Very much the brain storm board in my office and the chalkboard of my dreams!!!! 
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There are scenes, and then there are SCENES…

Our weekend was a fairly mild one full of sunshine, an awesome double date with M & K to my FAVORITE Local Delish-spot, a super wonderful project I’ll post about later this week, the chopping off of MOST of my hair- and celebrating my husband… 

So, on the afore mentioned double date we took in this highly anticipated little flick: 
My truly, former film critic professional opinion is: MEH…
Julianne was awful. Really truly awful. 
Tom Cruise was interesting. I liked that his character was a redemptive one. 
The music could be fun, mostly if JH wouldn’t have sung. Ever. 
The writing is cheesy. Whatever… I mean, classic 80’s rock (and some 90’s, which annoyed me) and a musical is loaded with impending cheese- so, whatever… 
Russel Brand, for me, made it NOT a total waste of time, but I wouldn’t sit through it again… 
So there ya go… 
Tell me, how did your weekend look? 
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Scenes from a tea…

When Genny was little, we had tea parties everyday. 
As she moved into full day school and grew more interested in boy crushes and less in tiny tea sets and teddy bears, we evolved our tradition to simply tea. 
An afternoon snack, some conversation and lovely pot of tea. 
Occasionally we go to a tea house for such things, and other times we silently shove our noses in books and sip our cups of leafy goodness while lost in imagination… 
Pretty much, we’re tea fans here. 
In some way, shape or form we partake in tea everyday. 
Sometimes it takes a six year old girl to shake things up a bit… 
 The stage is set… 
 Paisley’s makeover is complete… {poor thing}
 Emma with flowers donning her fur. {poor, poor baby}
 Lil’ C is dressed in her, er Gen’s, fanciest frock… 
 Friends are arriving… 
 Finally! Everyone is here. {thought it seems like someone is missing…}

 Tea Cheers… 
Found them, hiding… Can’t really blame them, can you? 
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Take it, annie…

Tomorrow, tomorrow… Can’t wait til tomorrow… 
It’s only a day away… 
Tomorrow my amazing Katie is coming and this may make the entire MONTH for us Wagners… I love house guests, but even more than that- i LOVE her! We will laugh, and it will be wonderful and so soul cathartic… 
The end… 
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1998 called… Literally…

Last week the girls, (you’ll remember we were babysitting Lil’ C) and I went to a local park for an afternoon romp through the water. 
I took some super cute pictures, but they are still on my camera. Whatever, I digress… 
Imagine the aforementioned 13 year old and 6 year old splashing around and having a lovely little time when suddenly my life changed. 
I, being both a writer AND a lover of films and music, have often wondered what my life’s soundtrack would be- should I wake up one day to find it is just like in the movies… You know, with amazing and perfectly fitting back ground music. 
So, imagine my surprise when there I am, sitting on the shaded park bench reading my kindle when all of a sudden I hear the Backstreet Boys track “I want it that way” begin to play. Gracefully I scan the park to see who in the world could be so pathetic interesting to blare such a song, in a park. 
The thing was though, I could not find anyone. The music sounded so faint, yet there was no questioning it- BSB… 
Also being quite OCD, it began to drive me a bit crazy. I shifted my position and the volume increased. 
Wait a minute… 
And then I realized it was coming from my iPhone, sitting beside me. 
EXCEPT that it was my regular screen. 
And I do not have BSB on there. 
And then it stopped. 
Mysterious, right? 
It really was. So much so that I thought about it again on Thursday. And Friday. And over the weekend. 
But yesterday I wasn’t thinking of it at all when I popped my phone onto the dog and opened the Pandora app. When the app loaded and “I want it that way” began playing, (on my Kings of Leon playlist- of all things.) Mystery was solved… 
Sort of. 
I mean, relieving that a Ghost hadn’t been calling me with his special BSB ringtone, BUT then again- who turned Pandora on and off? hmmm. ;) 
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