We took my youngest brother to the movies to see Iron Man 3. He was adamant about getting there as early as possible to secure tickets. Once we got our tickets we hung around outside–there was a live band (they were on a break) and lots of people just enjoying the evening.

We went into the theater about 10 minutes early.
I went in first–and immediately sent both of them a text that said “OMG [I wanted to feel like I was in high school again] there are sooooooo many people here.”
There were two other people. It filled up eventually, of course.
Good thing we were there early–we got the best seats in the house and were able to enjoy a bit of the evening outside beforehand.

Thank you, Price, for insisting that we arrive early. It allowed for a much more enjoyable evening–I generally am rushing around most of the time.

Happy Wednesday!

Flower & Garden Festival.
The monorail: The source of great knowledge-aka-the only phrase I can say in near perfect Spanish.
Translated to English it means “Please stand clear of the doors.”
Yes. I learned that on the monorail. No, I’ve never forgotten it.
The source of great knowledge, I tell you.

Disney characters. Out of flowers. No detail forgotten.

An incredible woman I met in college. We will be friends forever. Maybe we’ll live near each other one day and spend many afternoons in our rocking chairs sippin’ on some sweet tea and eating biscuits. If not in person, than on iChat. haha.
See, we’re both simple people. Simple people who love the details.
She’ll always open my fridge without asking, as I will hers. We’ll organize parties at each other’s houses for kids bdays. Or for no reason at all. We’ll send each other cards for no reason [although she is MUCH better at that an I am]. We’ll celebrate every moment we can. It will all be simple. The details will matter. Because the details will be what matters.
And we’ll always go to Target. Always. It is necessary.

The love of my life. The one who knows me better than I will ever know myself–and still loves me. The one who holds my hand, puts up with me when I’m being ridiculous, and stays up late just to watch my favorite show–and then drive me home. The man who respects me, encourages me, wants me to follow my dreams, and provides constant support (even when I’m a pain in the butt). He also can grill a mean steak, which helps. He also answers all my questions. I ask a LOT of questions. Just ask him.

“…I took the [road] less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”

I love a good B&W.

Purple flowers. Because life wouldn’t be the same without purple flowers.

Talented children doing really weird things. It’s Disney.

A massive aquarium.

A phone booth. In Canada.

And dessert in France. This flower was in France. Creme Brulee, Creme Puffs, and Chocolate Eclairs were also in France.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Dessert in Disney France. Necessary.

An incredible weekend. With two of my favorite people.
Makes the dullest Monday awesome.

Quote of the day:

Mom to Dad: “It’s not Father’s Day weekend, you can’t yell at the tv.”

Work was work. Good. Very productive. Visited a glass plant. (Plant as in factory, not that glass grows on a plant….). Was neat to see and also was neat to meet some more people at our client’s office. I love meeting people. Saying hello. Shaking hands. Finding out a little bit of information and guessing what else is there. I’m a definite people watcher and definitely try to dig deep from the get-go. Or-maybe it’s the love of psychology in me. That, or the fact that my dad’s a preacher and the love of my life is a psychotherapist? Hm. I’m just around people who are good at knowing-without-knowing people. I digress. Came home for lunch. Spent some time looking at photo blogs (which I could do all day, by the way. If you ever are bored and need websites to visit, I can email you my bookmarks folder. You’ll be stuck for hours), so that was fun. Went for a run after work.  I had noticed a beautiful tree with yellow flowers that I wanted to grab a shot of, so mom and dog then joined me for a walk around the block–during which an electrical fire happened and firetrucks swarmed the neighborhood. And I tried to say hello to a group of neighbors who ignored us completely–didn’t even look at us. Again, I digress. I ended up taking a few shots.

Purple flowers? I’m there. Camera ready. Just not when I was running. I need to figure that out.

The yellow flowers–which of course had lost the light by the time I got there. I still think they’re pretty.

Some people grow pretty flowers. Others plant fake flowers. Around their mailbox. Yes, this happens in our neighborhood. It’s not picture worthy.

And then. Mom spotted this little guy. I only had my prime lens and couldn’t get too too close, so the pictures are bit fuzzy (I cropped them) and terribly exposed, but this little guy let me get some shots of him eating. Must have been hungry!

Wildflowers. Wild. Different. Random. Bold. Travel. Wander. Grow. They persevere, those little suckers. They grown in abandoned fields and well-maintained lawns. They go where the wind blows.

And they’re beautiful. Simple. Stunning. Willing to live life just about anywhere. Might not appear to be a wildflower, but oh, it is.

Perhaps I’ll have some people shots soon.