...to seeing my loverly wife--isn't she beautiful?
...to seeing my loverly wife--isn't she beautiful?
We aren't just a modern family because we live in an urban area, walk everywhere, and go to San Francisco for the weekend getaway. We also actually really like modern art!
Tonight, you can find us at First Fridays at The Modern, a monthly solution to the fact that this lovely building is usually not open in the evenings. Come and enjoy live music in the beautiful atrium, take a docent-led tour of the galleries, and enjoy a seasonal drink. And since summer is right on top of us, it's a perfect time to get out of the heat and do something cool, in the cool.
Who knew? Yet another compelling reason for us to install a soda fountain at work.
It's our first non-crazy Saturday in over two months, and we decided to spend it in one of our most favorite Fort Worth spots, The Modern Art Museum. The wonderful exhibit by Martin Puryear is coming to a close May 18th, and we wanted to go see it one more time.
What are you doing this Saturday?
Bubby and Marmee.
Yeah, Jenni nixed Mexican food (wtf?! we're in San An-Mexican-food-capital-of-Texas-tonio!!! =^) for lunch, so we wound up at The Republic of Texas, burgers and such...
We WILL be eating Mexican food...
We're on the road for our fun trip to San Antonio with Marmee, and our first stop (well, first after the initial Sonic drink stop) was at Denny's, where Bubby (and Daddy, cough-cough) scored this sweet rocket ship cup!
He also had alien pancakes, which were quite groovy.
It's here! We've waited all year, and Bubby has been anxiously awaiting his favorite part, The Yo-Yo People. Good news for Bubby's who love good news: this year, he got to be part of the show!
A couple weeks back, I tricked my friend Brad into taking a job with the energy company I work for. I say trick because I promised him half days of work for a full day's pay.
Well, as W says, "Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, uh--er--uh...you cain't fool me twice...!"
Yeah, 4 weeks of 12-hour work days and a couple Saturdays later, I don't think I'm going to be able to fool Brad again. I think if he were to go back in time to when I offered him the job, he would quicky find the nearest blunt object and jam it into my eye.
And I don't know that I would blame him. As it is, though, I don't think he would be able to leave if he tried, having so quickly become an invaluable part of our organization and so quickly endearing himself to the dozens and dozens of people who daily benefit from his patient help and kind spirit--a sharp contrast to my standard knee jerk reaction, "Get out of my office."
So welcome, Brad. We definitely need you, and I really do myself. I have been so blessed already in the short time you've been here. And the respite's coming, friend.
(P.S. Interoffice fun fact: Brad's new cards actually read:
Brad Standord - Putting the 'Mr. T' back in I.T.)