A Roaring Weekend

I'm not in a writing mood tonight. Maybe because I'm tired, or maybe because I'm distracted by the Oscars...or both. Regardless, I wanted to share a bit of our eventful weekend with you. I'll let the pictures do the talking.

On Friday, a wine tasting event to support Next Generation Heritage Foundation. We traveled back in time to the 1920's (some of these pictures were borrowed from Sean's friends on Facebook, so thank you friends!)

The band set the mood

The best dressed truly took us back in time

The lovely decor by Chase Rivers made the night magical

And our FRIENDS made the party! Some of the boys, Sean and Jeff

And some of the girls, Sherieda and me

On Saturday, an important day to come together and support family...

And on Sunday, a coconut pie (with flat meringue) made for my sweet stepdad on his birthday. After lunch and pie, he was kind enough to take us on a walk around town and share what life was like "way back when."

On a Tennessee Saturday Night

I was on a business trip most of last week week which made me feel "Off." My routine was off, my days were off, and so, by the time this weekend rolled around I was excited about the opportunity to re-group. We did some cleaning, went out for pizza, ran some errands and took Murphy to the dog park. This moment made me smile:




At some point I made my favorite beverage, Jack and Soda...and then noticed that it was sitting right in front of our picture of the Ryman. A perfect Tennessee moment, don't you think?

Kate

Here's a little quirky tidbit about my life: I have a plant named Kate. She sits with me at my desk everyday while I work.



Kate was given to me at my grandmother's funeral near the end of 2009, although, her name was yet to be given. At that time she was just a plain ole funeral plant. An "English Garden" to be exact. I brought her to work with me because, honestly, I don't really keep plants at home. (They tend to die). And I surely didn't want that basket at my house. I didn't know what to do with this plant, but it was a nice plant given by my father, and so I brought her to work.

An English Garden was all she was at the time. A small budding purple African Violet, a little sprig of a vine, and a spiky tropical looking thing in the back. The greenery added some life to my dreary cube, and it felt homey...as homey as a cubicle can be.


I don't drink much water at all (a fault that I'm constantly vowing to change), but I DO drink coffee at work. Crappy, murky coffee with 1 packet of Splenda. I pour a cup or two each morning, but rarely do I finish drinking the entire thing. It started out of laziness, really. Not wanting to place an open cup coffee in my trash can, I began pouring the leftover cold coffee into my English Garden. I figured it could use the moisture. I mean, coffee is mostly water anyway. At first I chuckled to myself as I poured the crappy coffee into the soil. It seemed so silly! But then she began sprouting new growth, and I realized that, yes, I was actually keeping a plant alive! (It happens very rarely.)

Because I don't sit directly beside a window, I would leave my plant at a co-worker's desk so my plant could bask in the sun over the weekend. He began referring to my plant as "Kate," as in Kate Gosselin...because of the spiky hair. It just stuck. So there she is, my plant named Kate. Still growing and thriving on coffee alone after 16 months.

My Girl, She is a Dog

I stumbled across this jewel of a video today, and I knew that I *must* share it with y'all. It's a scene from Thanksgiving 2010 with the Hargis family (just a few short months ago). The video features almost everyone in the family singing along to a song my dad wrote in high school. The title "My Girl She is a Dog" suggests that his then girlfriend must've been quite the looker...

My favorite thing about the video, aside from the lyrics, is the chaos and movement as we try to migrate 20 people outside to the patio. Still, everyone is just 'a singin' away!