Crap… or is it???

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Well… I received this little gem from Cooking Mom and I was really honored that she thought of me and this little blog at all!

Here are the rules:

“When you receive the prize, you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in their content or design. Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing that they were prized with ‘Honest Weblog’. List [if you can and/or dare] at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on!”

Hmmm…

1} The majority of the handmade gifts I’m giving, which were sewn, are TRAGICALLY Flawed- and I don’t care…

2} When a movie or song/album really strikes my fancy, I get incredibly obsessed. As of late, no surprise, this honor goes to Twilight. (Both the movie and the soundtrack) Though I officially think I’m over it. (at least in re: to the movie…)

3} I keep tweezers by the potty… It’s true. I am a compulsive tweezer. Ever since this one day, ages ago, when Rosie O’donell still had her own talk show and would talk about her one chin hair. Of course, at that time, I had no chin hairs… And then I turned 30.
So yeah… I obsessively check. and pluck. :(

4} I have little routines for odd things, and most of the time there is no rhyme or reason. Case in point: Get to the movie theater, order a drink, pee, get a straw (or popcorn salt, or napkins. whatever), go to theater, sit in middle/middle. EVERY TIME… If I skip a step, I feel antsy through the whole flippin’ movie… But it’s not just with the movies, its everything. I have a way I walk through Target, people… and veering off of the course? BAD. VERY BAD…

5} I love cold leftovers. Mongolian noodles are the best. Chw thinks I’m nuts because he can’t eat anything unless it’s reheated.

6} When we lived in NY, we had a local dairy deliver milk to our door. This was the first time i EVER remember loving milk. Of course, this was pre-parenthood and so I knew nothing about the difference between organic and non-organic. Years later (in michigan, and me no longer in love with milk. Again.) we had to switch to organic for Genny. Guess what? It tastes just like that NY dairy…

7} I have a tattoo that my ex boyfriend drew for me, years after I married Chw.

8} This is the first year in over a decade that I haven’t mailed my Christmas cards by December 1st…

9} I love foot massages. I hate pedicures.

10} I know someone who went to school with Vanilla Ice…

As for my seven:

Renee. Just found her… LOVE her writing style…

June Cleaver Nirvana. I haven’t stalked Holly in awhile and honestly, I just miss it. Besides, she’s amazing…

Sweet Funky Vintage. OH. MY. Gosh. Seriously… I needn’t explain.

Noble Pig. Because i just love everything about this blog. Brilliance abounds around every punctuation mark.

Katie’s Calamities. Yes, she’s my friend. Who cares? I personally think she is brilliant. Knowing her makes life feel brilliant and darn it, i love her posts!

Ashley Forrette. Because she’s brilliantly (and feverishly) talented…

160 Acre Woods. I’ve been a fan of Amy’s for a really long time now. I love that, regardless of the day, there is always something deep or relatable to be found, by me, on her blog. It’s so easy to fill our blogs with fluff… Amy is refreshing.

Last weeks Advents: involved day trips, field trips, movies and recipes… I’ve just been so loaded down with work to document it all…

Last week Creatively: involved baking, working with glass, painting, hand stitching and beading… but I have the same lousy excuse. This week is CRAZY with work- but I will try to do better.

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Twilight…

I don’t even know where to begin.
First off, I guess I’ll say that I didn’t leave it a secret that I wasn’t the largest fan of Robert Pattinson being cast as Edward Cullen. That being said, at the end of the film, I feel that he was perfect for the role.
He is also one of the only things I liked about the movie.
I had fought hard to get this movie as an assignment, but here I sit at 2:50 in the morning, thanking the stars that my editor did not concede. When I see movies for work, I am a trillion times more critical than when I see a movie as an observer.
I think this movie is the exception.
To say I hated the majority of it, would be putting it mildly.
I was fortunate enough to see this movie with people who read the book. (I was also fortunate enough to wait in the craziest of all lines with 2300+ other people, but that’s a story for another day.) I point this out, about other readers of the book, merely to say that I am far from the only person who was completely annoyed and disappointed.
I also saw the movie with someone who’d never read the book, and suffice it to say she had no idea what was going on, most of the time. The best analogy I can concur is that of a family vacation… Imagine you go on the most amazing vacation of your life. Truly incredible. As you sit, pouring over your vacation scrapbook, all of these amazing memories are evoked. Nostalgia sets in and you “revisit” that place in your memory. Your friend, however, who sits looking at your photos too- they are merely looking at photos. There is no memory reunion for them. There are no emotional happy times to recall, and nothing to fill in the in between times- between photos. that is sort of what this movie is like: A scrapbook of a story. We’ve read the book, so we understand why certain things happen.
Then there’s the deal about the certain things.
Certain things like the accident with Tyler’s van. (and don’t get me started with Tyler and the casting of every ethnicity imaginable. I’m not at all racial, but honestly are we to believe that the Forks high school is some secret meeting place for all of the UN teens? no.) Anyway, I digress… Back to the Tyler van incident. In the book, the accident happens due to icy roads, in the morning. (a morning that, anyone whose read the book would remember, found Bella walking out of her house to find that Charlie had put chains on her tires. )Instead, in the movie, the accident happens AFTER school, and Charlie never put chains on her tires- instead he bought her new tires. Seemingly insignificant little changes- they annoyed the crap out of me because EVERYTHING WAS LIKE THAT! EVERYTHING… They seriously left no moment completely unaltered.
And, because I’m cranky and disappointed- allow me to take a moment to address Stephanie Meyer personally: You should be ashamed of the size your head has grown to be. Not only did you cease production of a book that would have been so incredibly received by your VERY ENORMOUS fan base- but you then proceeded to help turn your movie into a butchered “idea” that is a little like your book, but without any character development or replication at all. As if these things aren’t enough, woman, you then go and give yourself a cameo in your movie. Really??? NO ONE CARES! NO ONE CARES!
Most Twilighters will probably like it. It gives a face and a voice to the things we imagined. I will be the first to admit that things will have to be tweaked and altered to fit into the condensed format, but when absolutely every detail (from adding cell phones and changing curtain colors, to rearranging her class schedule and every other scene imaginable) has to change completely, for no reason of any significance- I just feel you pretty much tarnish what was once a cherished story.
That’s all. There is so much more I could say, but I’m tired and just so, so sad. I expected it to be dissapointing, but this far exceeded my fears.
I’m going to bed…
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Gothic Art Now…

I’ve been a film critic for six years now. I’ve done product reviews, here and there, as well as a handful of book reviews.
Despite all of that, I can honestly say that a review of Gothic Art Now has been the biggest challenge to compose.

I love art.
I consider myself an artist, of sorts. (By words and photography anyhow.)
Wherever I travel, I seldom miss the museum.
What I learned, through the introduction of this book, however, is that I am not nearly as open minded about art as I would have thought.

Gothic Art Now is a compilation of art pieces, ranging from sculptures and paintings to manipulated photography. I won’t pretend this book is not incredibly dark, but then again most would likely catch on to the clues in it’s title. There were certain images that caused both Chw and I to hastily turn the page out of uneasiness… HOWEVER, that is not to say that this book is not full of some of the most amazing art work I’ve ever seen. Expecting more darkly imaginative Victorian themed pieces, (which this book has), I found myself staring in admirable awe at several of the paintings found on it’s pages. (Both the digitally painted as well as the canvas.)

I was only a page or two in, when I realized this wasn’t a book that would be the best for small children. I’ll admit it, I’m a big wuss and some of the images in here could give me nightmares…
Go ahead and laugh, I’m pathetic. :)

My favorite piece, (and if you’ve seen the book, you’ll surely remember it) is a charcoal and pencil drawing entitled Family Reunion, by Laurie Lipton.
Whether Gothic Art is your thing, or not, the detail in this picture is amazing… Plus I loved the beautiful idea of it, that our long ago departed loved ones are there, waiting for us, on the other side.

I began to realize, as I turned the pages, that Gothic Art Now is the perfect example of how beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. Many of the images in this book, after careful examination, became unexpectedly breathtaking… Regardless of my personal taste in art, there is no denying that this book is an incredible compilation of art- ranging in all forms. Jasmine Becket-Griffith has put together what I can only imagine is a thorough collection of Gothic art, which is likely vital to lovers and collectors of dark art.

Side note: as an amateur photographer, the photo manipulations displayed in this book honestly blew my mind… If you love photography and enjoy the darker things of life, seriously you have to check the photos in this book out…

To order Gothic Art Now at a great price, go here… For more from the amazingly talented Jasmine Becket-Griffith, you can visit her site here

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So, here’s the thing…

It’s never a good sign when one is up, yelling at their sewing machine at 2 a.m. while watching Drive Me Crazy on HBO Family…

Confession: I have a soft spot for 90’s teen centered romance flicks. This is a sad, sad truth I share with you. (and I do make this confession with my very own midnight Twilight tickets in hand, so I guess this illness isn’t simply reserved for those high school films of the 90’s…)

Anyhow- I know things have been pretty funkaliciously quiet around rainy day in may. Le’ Sigh… I believe I’m stuck in some odd form of life block. I’m exhausted, feverish, sad, unable to sleep and achy. I’d suspect a flu, if this wasn’t an ongoing/repetitive illness. (Thanks Deb, for pointing that out…) The popular consensus around chez’ Wagner is that I’m just exhausted. So yeah, I’m sorry for my lack of blog worthy goodness…

At some point this week I will upload photos off of my Canon from Chw & Genny’s excursion to the local masquarade ball. :) It was a charming experience for both of them. It would have been a truly charming experience for me, had I been able to make it to my friend’s little girl’s night in party. Dang it…
Instead I was home, with my cozy fleece blanket and my couch. I was tired and lethargic. It would have been joyous had I felt even a .5 percent better than I was. These late, sleepless nights feel eternal. Thankfully my sister came over on Friday night. We watched movies, laughed, cried and looked at OLD photos until 4:30 in the morning… It was really nice.

I’m rambling…

So, one positive thing I have to state- (which leads to the start of this point regarding rage towards my sewing maching)- I’ve been working on our handmade Christmas. I’m feeling great about it. I’ve accomplished quite a bit and, finally, am not feeling so overwhelmed about it. That’s a relief.

Care to hear about my week? I have a slew of meetings, school stuff, work stuff, a few major deadlines, a pretty big party to throw, invitations (for our Christmas party) to get in the mail, more gifts to make, normal domestic duties to take care of, four photo shoots, grocery shopping for thanksgiving and a quilt to finish. Easy peasy right? (Say yes… please. I beg you… My husband is literally FREAKING OUT of what lays ahead for me to conquor… well, not right now. He’s sleeping right now. But pre-sleeping, (and all weekend actually) so I need a pep squad and where else to turn but my blog?

Ok… I am going to try to get a little sleep. I’ve heard things are better once that’s done.

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A Visionary…

The Vision Board isn’t a new concept to most. A large part of the population is familiar with The Secret, and the entire time I read The Vision Board, I was reminded of it.

Essentially, the idea behind the book is to envision and focus on the things you want in life- be they physical or monetary things, or something deeper- by way of placing them on a board so that you can visualize.

Joyce Schwarz, author of The Vision Board, is undeniable proof that getting up and going after the things we want in life is sometimes all it takes. Not only is she an author but she is a producer, a Hollywood VIP coach and a social entrepreneur. She is responsible for successfully launching more than 75 venture funded companies and she herself is proof of what she writes in this book.

Taken from her author bio:
I created, wrote and produced this book to fullfil my life’s motto ‘to live the possible dream’ and to continue to express my own vision statement ‘to open doors for others and walk through them first.’
Inspiring, right?

As with The Secret, The Vision Board is going to either be loved or hated. Sometimes it’s that the reader just can’t quite “get there” and other times it’s because people tend to fear things that they don’t quite understand. I appreciate the idea behind the Vision Board because I have seen this theory work. We all have, perhaps we just don’t stop and take the time to look at the things around us.
The big difference between the two is that, while The Secret focuses a lot on energy forces, and new age theology, The Vision Board simply just tells it like it is: In the same manner that you are what you eat, our lives go in the directions of our thoughts.

When you wake up on a Monday morning and spill coffee on your lap, just before slipping on your icy front step only to have a fender bender 40 minutes later, on the way to work, it’s pretty common to throw in the towel and label that a bad day.
But what if you didn’t?
What if you kept on going, and laughed it off. Instead of grumbling (or in my case, crawling into a corner to rock myself as tears trenched down my face) you redirected your thoughts to happier things and rolled with the punches optimistically… I personally believe the odds of the day going an entirely different direction are pretty much guaranteed. Sure, maybe little things would happen throughout the day which, in a more negative mindset would have only added to the grief, but they aren’t likely to hold the same force anymore.
I am guilty of my husband coming home to a stressed out version of me. He will prompt me to talk about it, and will begin unloading the days events… No, the driver who cut me off yesterday didn’t upset me as much then as the driver today did… Pasta boiled over onto the stove top isn’t the end of the world… And finally I just blurt out “It’s just all of it together!”
But it isn’t. It’s that I’m thinking about it all, and how crappy the day is… And so my mindset magnifies everything.
Our mindset has the power to make our mood, control our emotions and motivate or plant us.

At 170 small, illustrated and easy to read pages (plus extra pages for notes in the back), this book is a great asset to anyone who wants to do more with their life. Maybe some of the things Joyce says, you don’t agree with. That’s ok. Most books are like that anyhow. There is still so much here, simply put and easy to understand.

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