What's up Interniatch?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007 at 11:30AM Break out the jackets. We're coming to you live from an arctic 62 degrees in suburban San Antonio. We may not have snow yet (ever), but this is my winter and I love it. I have a MOUNTAIN of work to do, and the gloomy cotton sky is a perfect companion. So much better than the manic blue which taunts through the window about how you should be out there. Nope, grey skies and work piles go great together. And coffee. And speaking of coffee, I went through the Cool Beans drive through today, as I often do. And I know I've talked about it before, but I totally dig that place. Jeff, the owner, is from Hawaii and has the laid back Kamaaina vibe going on which I love and MISS. Like one day I was late to a shoot, and he goes, "Hey, just remember once you're late, you're already late." Like, don't cry over spilled milk. I miss how in Hawaii, things are not so CRUCIAL. Anyway, Cool Beans rocks because I get to pretend that I'm on Maui for 5 minutes every morning. AND this morning he taught me something I did not know about my name...(AHEM)...That's right. Did you know that the Maile vine is the official state plant of the island of Kauai? That's right, I'm official and eat your hearts out. And if you want good coffee, and a drive thru, AND I think they even have free wi-fi, check out COOL BEANS. They are cool. And they have beans. And they're on Bulverde Rd, almost before you get to Evans.
Next up. Props for Jason. I usually try to maintain a purposeful ignorance regarding matters of his flourishing health. Because if I pay attention to what he's doing, that means I will have to stop dipping my pizza in butter and chasing it down with straight shots of tequila for breakfast. In stark contrast, I've lined up a few of Jason's morning friends to show you that there is truth in the notion that opposites attract. As you can see, he clearly has a man-crush on Dr. Oz. I mean, come on. Mangosteen. Not even the bottle can say what it's good for, but Precious Mehmet mentioned it one day and now he mainlines it.
Yes, he has always been one to make me feel like a fat ass go to the gym religiously, even when it meant getting up at 3:30, and commuting FOUR HOURS a day in Cali. But something has seriously gotten into him over the last six months. And as he walked out the door this morning, muscles bulging through his SWEATER, I figured I'd take a minute away from my cupcake tower to say, GOOD JOB HONEY. Seriously. Good job. I think we're one step closer to our dream of getting old and traveling the world together. And now that you're in such good shape, you'll be able to pack me on your back during all those African safaris. Do you think they have wheelchair ramps for those mountains we're going to climb? And that is as far as I will go in regards to making fun of my weight...(after the nasty comment I got last week when I was cracking out on Almond Joys).
And one more thing. My friend, and fellow photographer, and amazing writer, Tracey Clark just did a guest post for her publisher's website, where she happened to be nice enough to mention little ol' me as one of her favorite bloggers. But, that's not why you should go read it. You should read it because 1. It's a great piece about the community of online-moms. And 2. We need to show that moms have a VOICE out here in the old web-o-sphere. So seriously, please go visit and flood them with comments. And that's it for now. Have a fabulous hump day. The humpty dance is your chance to do the hump. Come on do the humpty hump!
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