Monday, Monday…

Monday:

Homemade Macaroni & Cheese, cauliflower

Tuesday:

Pork Roast, Cheesy potatoes & steamed honey carrots

Wednesday:

Pulled b-bque pork sandwiches, tater tots

Thursday:

Chicken Tacos, spanish rice

Friday:

Manicotti, Zuchini boats

I’m looking forward to a lot of things about this week. For one, I’m staying diligently busy on a baby shower I’m hosting this Saturday. (Woo hoo) And two, we just joined our local YMCA (after months and months spent deliberating between there and the local rec center.) Gen and I swam our hearts out yesterday and it was simply wonderful…

Here’s to a good week full of productivity and optimism.

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Tiny bits of joy…

Amidst the insanity, (a.k.a. August) here at Chez’ Wagner, I was contacted by a happy little company called Tiny Prints.
As I’ve confessed before- I’m a control freak kinda girl- and once we passed that July hump, my brain starts short circuiting at the panic that *Cue slasher film music here* Christmas is merely 147 days away

It was during one such particular fit that their petition, for a product review, was received.
I’m telling you now, it was divine intervention.
Why? you ask.
Well, because anyone who knows me also knows that nothing calms my nerves (broken heart, trivial illnesses, jaded spirit, bad day infected, *insert pretty much anything right here*_____) like paper.
Even spelling it out here, P-A-P-E-R.
Ahhh, such a soothing effect…

HOWEVER, I must also point out that I’m a complete paper snob. (yes, and an ice cream snob, but that is an entirely different post all together! Focus, please!)

I’d never heard of their company, so naturally, I went straight to their website.

First off, let me say- they have incredibly charming stuff! I was in virtual paper heaven! I asked myself, honestly, what I would order from them- and honestly, I probably wouldn’t have… Maybe my readers are less anal than I am, maybe they have different expectations for invitations, photo cards and their Christmas greetings.
As far as I’m concerned, I take my senses of touch and smell very seriously.
If I’m going to send out any sort of greeting to someone I care about, I need to know how it feels in my own hands. I need to know that the money I’m spending isn’t for light weight card stock. I need to know that, when they open their envelope- the incredibly uplifting smell of card stock (yes, I am also a paper nerd) triggers their own senses to evoke feelings of warmth and love. (If you are a book lover who becomes alive the second you walk into a bookstore and inhale, then you know exactly what I’m talking about! If you aren’t, then keep reading. I promise my delusional behavior is coming to an end.)

So, last friday my sample package from Tiny Prints arrived. The sheer joy of the impending paper goodness had me ripping it open like a mad woman. Genny laughed, and NOT in a My Mom is So Cool, sort of way… whatever.
She’ll get it some day. I hope…

And, oh my gosh
I love their stuff! (and this assessment isn’t solely based on their sweet smelling papery goodness.) Though I had pretty much concreted my mind into believing I would be making my own holiday cards, this year, I’m now wavering a bit. In fact, after looking (again) at their designs (and now knowing that their products are printed on high quality card stock) I’m pretty convinced of where our holiday cards are coming from…
Christmas Cards {Can you believe how beautiful these designs are? }
Holiday Cards
Holiday Invitations {Is it a little over the top to begin my Christmas party planning right this second?}

Of course, to convince Chw… hmm.

So, now that we’ve surely shared a truly beautiful connection, (whether due to our shared paper love or maniac-like anal tendencies) go check them out and then come back and let me know what you think! Better yet, if you can guess my three favorites (one from each section), I may even throw in a prize…

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It’s 2 a.m…

Amidst the insanity of life around chez’ wagner, there are flecks of gold.
I was offered a position, today, with an agency I used to press through. I’d applied to have my position transferred from Detroit to Boise, last July. I was horribly sad when a lack of response indicated that the entertainment market here simply wasn’t large enough to comply.

I was even more sad when Gen and I flew in to Boise, only to learn that Matt Damon was here raving about how incredible our city was, while promoting The Bourne Ultimatum. MATT DAMON. An interview dream…
With only a minimal amount of bitterness, I eventually began seeing movies when they came out- with the rest of the general population. My patience took a cue and began to exercise itself into the practice of seeing a movie after it was released instead of months before hand. Celebrities made their way here, and I either met them through different means or not at all.

Anyway- this afternoon I open my email to this glorious note from Denver. Asking me to press for them here in the Treasure Valley. It were as though heaven opened up and rained streams of bliss down on me personally. Then I remembered I’m a homeschool mom now, and facing who knows what sorts of life changes when it comes to helping out with the care of my mother and my husband’s father… So, the beautiful email sits unanswered…

I’ve also been bitten by the inspirational bug. Something about the Twilight series spawned me to write something. Something that’s been festering there for quite some time. I’m only 2224 words in, but I can see so much unfolding in the hours ahead. It’s 2 now, and my tired eyes have grown fuzzy but my mind won’t stop turning.
I’ve been here before, but then again what writer hasn’t?
I love this place. This part of writing. The bright part, where everything glows and amuses. Where my fingers ache to type and my eyes wear out long before my mind even considers it. Where a curl dangled messy bun becomes my biggest fashion effort.
Where glamour means nothing more than somehow managing to run the dishwasher.
I love being a writer.
But only right now.
Not in those months where I pretend to write, but lack the unknown thing I need to whip me in to gear…
i hate being a writer then.
I guess it’s all about the balance.
Oh well… All I know is, I breathe completely when I write, and tonight I write.
{And no, in case your curious, my currently untitled project has nothing to do with vampires, wolves or fantasy… :) I clarify because I’ve already gotten the emails and phonecalls of shock, exclaiming their “disappointment and/or shock” in my reading of the Twilight series at all… So when these same people hear that’s somehow acted as my muse- they are bound to have a bit of a fit… and you know who you are!}

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