Mustachioed

Friday, June 22, 2012

A mustachioed man has stolen my heart.


El bigote is mas guapo.

Talk soon,
Heather

Recording, On

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The other evening, Durel, Jack, and I tried a pizza place in our new 'hood for dinner. 

As we chilled and waited for our pie to arrive, Durel and I were chatting about some low grade celebrity gossip.  It went like this:

Me:  Did you hear?  Tone Loc performed at the Bobby Bones second chance prom last weekend.  He totally passed out onstage. 

(Editor's Note:  He is the performer responsible for the chart-topping hits, Wild Thing and Funky Cold Medina.  You totally remember.)

Durel:  Yeah, I heard.  They said he passed out from the heat.

Me:  Yeah, but Bobby Bones said it totally wasn't hot in there!  Tone Loc is a LIAR!

Jack (shouting):  LIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[parental silence]

Notes to self:
1.  Jack is now "recording" everything we say.  Every word.  Every thing.

2.  Jack will "play back" what we say to us at unexpected moments, like this one.

3.  When he did that, it totally reminded me of this scene in The Princess Bride:

You know, when Miracle Max makes a miracle pill to wake up the Dred Pirate Roberts?
Tell me you remember.

Anyway, hope your day is full of miracles and not that many liars.

Talk soon,
Heather

Zing

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Jack and I went to Schlotzky's the other day for lunch.

Jack got a kid's meal with a cheese pizza, drink, and cookie.  When I ordered the cookie for him, I spelled it out.

(I have reached the stage in my life where I SPELL THINGS OUT.  Things like:  cookie, ball, pie...  Oh, my.)

Jack proceeded to eat my entire dill pickle and all of my salt and vinegar chips.

Mmm.  Chips.

Mmm.  Pickle.

The last of the chips are the tastiest.
I eat raw jalapenos.  Durel is from New Orleans.  He's definitely ours.

Hope your day has enough zing.

Talk soon,
Heather

Whole Foods

Monday, June 18, 2012

One of my favorite places in Austin is Whole Foods.  For Austinites, you know which one I mean:  the Mothership, 6th and Lamar.

Don't get me wrong.  I don't think there is such a thing as a *bad* Whole Foods.  But this one is particularly awesome.  It is the corporate flagship at the corporate headquarters, and yet doesn't feel corporate.  It just feels awesome.

Why on earth am I blogging about Whole Foods, when they have no clue about it and are in no way compensating me?

Because, as I looked back at the photos I have taken recently on my phone, I realized that, in the past 4-6 weeks, which have been so hectic, stressful, and full of upheaval (good stuff, but there is no law saying that good stuff cannot be stressful), Whole Foods has come through for me, big time.

Example 1:  Coffee.

I had overlooked the coffee bar, foolishly assuming that it was just like Starbucks.  Look at the list of flavors.  And then look at the list of milks.  So, so awesome.


Example #2:  Hydration.

I am constantly trying to trick myself into drinking enough water in a day.  I like sparkling water.  I like zero calorie flavored sparkling water.  I love coconuts.  Enter, La Croix coconut sparkling water.  Fact:  I cannot find this anywhere else in Austin. 



Example #3:  Healthy and Delicious

I was out running errands the other weekend.   Rather than stop and get an unhealthy something, I stopped at Whole Foods to bask in the glory that is their salad bar and get a healthy something, instead.  For the record, that is shredded daikon radish and big hunks of tofu.  Yum.



Example #4:  Joy

Woah, Heather.  Easy on the Whole Foods Kool-Aid if you think they sell joy there.

Nope, they don't.  But as I partook of my healthy salad the other day, I happily listened to a jazz quartet.  I love jazz, and it's rare to get live jazz while eating a salad, isn't it?  I was less moved by it than these adorable folks, though, who got right up to cut the proverbial rug.  It made my heart happy.



Hope you are feeling happy and jazzy and hydrated today.

Talk soon,
Heather

style

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Durel and I are wary of sarcastic children's clothing.  You know, the onesie that says "party in my crib, byob"?

That's not to say, though, that we don't find humor in Jack's clothing.


As one of the mamas from Jack's daycare class aptly put it, "I hope no one wakes up from naptime with a horse's head in their cot!"

We hope so, too.  

Barring that, what goes better with a t-shirt honoring the classic mobster flick than, you know, a thumb?

Talk soon,
Heather

Friday, June 22, 2012

Mustachioed

A mustachioed man has stolen my heart.


El bigote is mas guapo.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Recording, On

The other evening, Durel, Jack, and I tried a pizza place in our new 'hood for dinner. 

As we chilled and waited for our pie to arrive, Durel and I were chatting about some low grade celebrity gossip.  It went like this:

Me:  Did you hear?  Tone Loc performed at the Bobby Bones second chance prom last weekend.  He totally passed out onstage. 

(Editor's Note:  He is the performer responsible for the chart-topping hits, Wild Thing and Funky Cold Medina.  You totally remember.)

Durel:  Yeah, I heard.  They said he passed out from the heat.

Me:  Yeah, but Bobby Bones said it totally wasn't hot in there!  Tone Loc is a LIAR!

Jack (shouting):  LIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

[parental silence]

Notes to self:
1.  Jack is now "recording" everything we say.  Every word.  Every thing.

2.  Jack will "play back" what we say to us at unexpected moments, like this one.

3.  When he did that, it totally reminded me of this scene in The Princess Bride:

You know, when Miracle Max makes a miracle pill to wake up the Dred Pirate Roberts?
Tell me you remember.

Anyway, hope your day is full of miracles and not that many liars.

Talk soon,
Heather

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Zing

Jack and I went to Schlotzky's the other day for lunch.

Jack got a kid's meal with a cheese pizza, drink, and cookie.  When I ordered the cookie for him, I spelled it out.

(I have reached the stage in my life where I SPELL THINGS OUT.  Things like:  cookie, ball, pie...  Oh, my.)

Jack proceeded to eat my entire dill pickle and all of my salt and vinegar chips.

Mmm.  Chips.

Mmm.  Pickle.

The last of the chips are the tastiest.
I eat raw jalapenos.  Durel is from New Orleans.  He's definitely ours.

Hope your day has enough zing.

Talk soon,
Heather

Monday, June 18, 2012

Whole Foods

One of my favorite places in Austin is Whole Foods.  For Austinites, you know which one I mean:  the Mothership, 6th and Lamar.

Don't get me wrong.  I don't think there is such a thing as a *bad* Whole Foods.  But this one is particularly awesome.  It is the corporate flagship at the corporate headquarters, and yet doesn't feel corporate.  It just feels awesome.

Why on earth am I blogging about Whole Foods, when they have no clue about it and are in no way compensating me?

Because, as I looked back at the photos I have taken recently on my phone, I realized that, in the past 4-6 weeks, which have been so hectic, stressful, and full of upheaval (good stuff, but there is no law saying that good stuff cannot be stressful), Whole Foods has come through for me, big time.

Example 1:  Coffee.

I had overlooked the coffee bar, foolishly assuming that it was just like Starbucks.  Look at the list of flavors.  And then look at the list of milks.  So, so awesome.


Example #2:  Hydration.

I am constantly trying to trick myself into drinking enough water in a day.  I like sparkling water.  I like zero calorie flavored sparkling water.  I love coconuts.  Enter, La Croix coconut sparkling water.  Fact:  I cannot find this anywhere else in Austin. 



Example #3:  Healthy and Delicious

I was out running errands the other weekend.   Rather than stop and get an unhealthy something, I stopped at Whole Foods to bask in the glory that is their salad bar and get a healthy something, instead.  For the record, that is shredded daikon radish and big hunks of tofu.  Yum.



Example #4:  Joy

Woah, Heather.  Easy on the Whole Foods Kool-Aid if you think they sell joy there.

Nope, they don't.  But as I partook of my healthy salad the other day, I happily listened to a jazz quartet.  I love jazz, and it's rare to get live jazz while eating a salad, isn't it?  I was less moved by it than these adorable folks, though, who got right up to cut the proverbial rug.  It made my heart happy.



Hope you are feeling happy and jazzy and hydrated today.

Talk soon,
Heather

Thursday, June 7, 2012

style

Durel and I are wary of sarcastic children's clothing.  You know, the onesie that says "party in my crib, byob"?

That's not to say, though, that we don't find humor in Jack's clothing.


As one of the mamas from Jack's daycare class aptly put it, "I hope no one wakes up from naptime with a horse's head in their cot!"

We hope so, too.  

Barring that, what goes better with a t-shirt honoring the classic mobster flick than, you know, a thumb?

Talk soon,
Heather
 
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