Audra Jennings

And this is the grand finale to my series on places I've been and things that I've seen more obscure and definitely less fun than going to the original Starbucks. This is why my definition of "fun" is skewed. All of this randomness happened on one trip. Due to Mom's obsession with courthouses and pumped up tourist brochures, we detoured to see the oldest courthouse in Kansas. It did have some ornate woodwork inside. This time through Kansas, I got to see the Oz Museum, but this one is in Wamego. We stopped by the capital in Topeka just to say we saw it. I don't have a picture of Arthur Bryant's BBQ that we stopped at to say we ate there. It was horrible. But while in Kansas City, I had to go by the art museum to see this shuttlecock that graced my art appreciation books in college. The fastest Dad drove on the whole trip was to make sure we got to John Wayne's childhood home in time to buy a souvenir.  You know, I was  ...

One time I read something about how TV Guide once described the Wizard of Oz. Something about a runaway girl meeting strangers on a journey or something like that. I don't remember exactly what it was, but you would think it was a movie with a lot more fright than some flying monkeys. That's not the point of my story tonight though. That was sort of like a preacher's tease going into his sermon. (You know what I'm talking about and you're already laughing.) The point of that illustration is to say it's all in how you tell the story. While factual, the TV Guide version, whatever it actually was did not really relay the movie as most people think of it. Well, I'm a bad aunt and told about a movie in a way that made my poor, sweet 6-year old PeyPey cry. Completely not my intention to scare her to tears, but what I did in this case. Last night, I was making them hot chocolate and told them to pick out a mug. I had several Christmas mugs, and I collect mugs...