Livin' in the Land of Angels: Getty

When D's dad was in town a couple weeks ago, we took him out for a full-day at the Getty Art Museum. But before we could head out to the museum, we decided to grab breakfast at Randy's Donuts.

Donuts were very good and fairly cheap too. After we had our breakfast and coffee, D and his Dad were talking about their Super Lotto tickets. As a joke, we decided to make a pact that if either of them won, then we would all split the winnings. Not sure how I managed to sneak into that arrangement, but I happily agreed. We took this photo to officially seal the deal. Oh and by the way . . . neither of them won. Probably figured that one out by now.

Off to the Getty we went! D and I went there once before with a friend, but got there pretty late to really soak everything in. They have a great set of year-round art pieces and an interesting array of traveling shows. My favorite year-round pieces that they have are several pieces by Monet. I feel like its cliche to say that you like Monet, but I absolutely love his Haystack series. They really speak to me for whatever reason. I always like trying to guess what time of day it was, before reading the inscription. Usually I'm off, but that's the fun in art, right?!

After looking around the exhibits and even going on a teensy tour, we walked the museum grounds and grabbed some fun photos. Oh and their was a traveling exhibit about trees in photographic art. While we were walking around the exhibit, I was explaining to D and J how one of my favorite books as a little kid was Shel Silverstein's "The Giving Tree." We left the exhibit and were on our way to grab lunch, when J tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw that he was holding out a museum gift shop bag. As I looked inside, he said "I got the last one." It was a brand spanking new copy of "The Giving Tree"! I was so touched and started to get a little choked up, I gave J a big hug and said a quiet "Thank you." (Side note: as soon as we got home from our excursions I ran straight upstairs to read it. Still amazing as ever, but now that I'm older, it has a different resonating sound for me. Its still sitting on my bedside table. I don't have the heart to put it away)