That's My Favorite Pizza Fart (Piece of Art)

While I was editing my pictures, Ivory came over and upon seeing the Spoonbridge and Cherry she said, "That's my favorite pizza fart." It took me a minute to figure out what she really said. Mumbling...sometimes frustrating, sometimes hilarious.

Let's go back to the beginning though. At least the beginning of that day. It was Tuesday in MN. We wanted to go to the temple, but apparently the only session they had was at 7pm and we already had plans in the evening. Crazy that they only had one session. I guess it is a small temple and the demand isn't high on Tuesday.

So instead we went to Minneapolis and checked out the Sculpture Garden and Walker Art Center. The Sculpture Garden was very cool. We went up the hill first. The art is a little more interactive up there. The first thing we came to was an underground room. We walked in and sat down.

The art for this room is simply to look up. There is a hole in the top and you view whatever the sky is doing. I have to admit that is an interesting idea for art.

The area is lovely. There is great architecture around and it was such a nice day, although a little chilly. I didn't see much of Minneapolis, but it seemed like a clean beautiful city.

Art is cool, but strange. There are so many things out there that make me wonder what the artist was thinking while they made a certain piece. Many things I do not like or would not consider art, but to each his own. Like these drippy worms on the lawn.

At least you could touch them. They were slipperier than I thought.

We wandered down to the central garden. It was really fun to walk around and look at all the different pieces. We played my favorite art game of "Name that piece." Sis. Cazier and Sis. McPhie played along half-heartedly, so I'll just name some of these fun pieces.

Does this make my face look slimmer?

Two Faced

Oobleck Tornado

Tin-man Prototype

Dr. Who #14

I can't do noses

There were some iconic pieces that most people would recognize.

This central part of the garden was not interactive. There were many signs that told people to NOT TOUCH THE ART. Well, I didn't think the pedestal the rooster was on was part of the piece. However, when I leaned against the rooster's stand, an alarm went off. A security message played telling me to cease touching the art. Oops. I gave everything else a healthy distance. Ironically, the next piece over was a giant swing that you could sit on. I didn't.

Here's Ivory's favorite 'piece of art.' You probably recognize it.

This horse was pretty cool. It looked like it was made from pieces of drift wood, but it was really bronze, painted to look like wood.

I'm still not sure about this reflection wall. There were several walls. Some you could see through, other showed you a reflection? I'm sure it is deep.

Inside we had lunch before going to the museum. There was an artsy-fartsy cafe where I had a grilled cheese with apple slices in it. It wasn't too bad and the chips were excellent. (Large and homemade.) We rested in the foyer for a bit. They had rocks to sit on. They were pretty cushy rocks. Grandma was using one to stretch out her back. I don't think she knew I took this picture. (Hee hee.)

The art in the Walker Center was so weird. Super strange. I'm not sure I really liked anything. Here are a few things that caught my eye.

There was a gallery with Katharina Fritsch's work on display. She is the same artist who did the Blue Rooster. She does simple shapes and often changes the colors.

What do you think of this heart? Maybe something you will give your Valentine this year?

These rats with their tails in a ball made me think of Gregor the Overlander.

In another section of the museum, there was a wall of butts. It was just the same picture of someone's back end over and over again. Vicki almost didn't notice it. She couldn't tell what it was right away. That made me laugh.

Also funny was when we were on the elevator and Vicki told some guy on the 9th floor that he looked, "High up here." I just shook my head. She doesn't seem to notice when she says things like that. It is amusing.

We had a chance to drive around and see a few buildings. We stopped at a Catholic Basilica. We went inside and it was amazing.

In the evening we met Pres. and Sister Barney, the mission president and his wife. They were very nice. They took us out to eat and we stayed at the mission home that evening so we would be closer to the airport in the morning.

I remembered that I had taken a picture at the mission office, but with Mom's phone, because mine was running low on batteries, probably from using my GPS all day. Sis. Cazier was nice enough to send it to me, so here you have it. Left to Right (Bro. and Sis. ? I don't remember their names, but they were fairly new to the office. Sis. Hileman who had been in contact with Mom for weeks. It was fun to meet the face behind the voice. Sis. McPhie. President Barney and Sister Barney and the one and only Sister Cazier!!)

In the morning, Sis. Barney made a delicious breakfast and then she and the President had to leave for a long day of traveling and interviews. Their mission is very large and they travel all over.

We only had to go to the airport. Previously, I had done almost all of the navigating, but I decided to let the ladies take a shot at it. After all, I was leaving so they would have to do it themselves anyway. I almost made it without helping. They had put Terminal 2 into the GPS, but I needed to go to Terminal 1. As we got to the airport, you could see signs for Terminal 1, but Sister McPhie was stubbornly sticking to the GPS directions despite my telling her that it was taking us to the wrong place. Mom was sticking with what Sis. McPhie was saying. It was comical. They were headed for the wrong exit and I sat there saying over and over, "Don't take this exit. Keep going straight." I felt like I was talking to myself. Vicki pulled over and practically stopped in front of the exit before she finally decided that she could continue on to Terminal 1 instead. (They did manage to get home that evening without me, although I hear it took them a while.)

But we made it to the airport. One more picture with these ladies. I had such a great trip. It was so fun to hang out with Mom and travel with her. I think she is an easy traveler. She is going to be amazing on her mission. She has such a generous heart. She makes friends easily. She will do a great job sharing the gospel and her testimony.

I was stopped in security for taking rocks on board. It isn't my first time being stopped for rocks. I need to stop taking them on planes. I spent a lot of time reading but eventually I made it back home. And look who was waiting for me.

The kids were happy to see me and I was ready to jump back into my regular routine, but I am so glad that Vicki let me take her to Minnesota. I will always have fond memories.