Since I’m Celebrating My Last Year in My Twenties

Imma live photo bomb this page with my birthday as it unfolds.  ALL WEEKEND LONG.  I know, the Internet hasn’t been this exciting since the invention of Youtube.  You?  Are welcome.

My first birthday card given to me a day early by my Pookie Bear, Kramer. He knows me, he really knows me (this card made me laugh so hard I might have peed a couple drops).
In my car when I left for work this morning. Addressed to “My Gorgeous Wife.” Awwwwweeeeee… I know. I just puked rainbows, too.
I got to work and I was all, “Dammit it’s my birthday! I’m havin’ Donut Gems! And Coffee! And no one can stop me!” Consequently, I’m rockin’ a wicked sugar high and I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating just a teensy bit. Whatevs. WORTH IT.
I booted up my computer this morning to find that my Facebook had exploded. I’m rather touched. Particularly by my friends who said things like “Happy birthday! I miss you touching my naughty parts!” Which will be fun for my Grandma to read. I have the greatest peeps ever.
And then my phone started blowing up and it’s been going off all day. It’s making me all warm and gooey inside. I imagine this is what cookie dough feels like when it’s just about to come out of the oven.
Birthday lunch! It may not look like much, but this is one of my favorite salads from a local, family owned deli.  Plus, it was bought for me.  FREE birthday lunch!  Even better!
These were my lunch dates: Dad, Hoops & Yo-Yo.
And then Rhonda eludes to dirty stuff, not deterring our friends but only egging them on… Again I say, “I love my peeps.”
And then a knock at my office door for the delivery of a bouquet of my favorite flower! Thanks, Mom & Steve!
At the BRC (Big Red Cock) Having a couple of beers at the bar before dinner. Yes, it’s a Hipstamatic photo but I couldn’t get a decent shot in such low light. Even with a 1.4 lens on 1600ISO. So lay off the ironic hipster jokes. Also, Austin Amber Ale is pretty darn good. In case you were wondering.
Dinner and Dessert: Pork chops and macaroni. And SNICKERS BEIGNETS. Yeah, I’ll wait a moment while you let that sink in. They were “HOLY CRAP” good.
This is me and my Grams at dinner. Not shown here: Rhonda, my Dad, and bestie, Ileya. It was a good time had by all.  Also, don’t ask me why I’m doing the Paris Hilton stink eye.  That one beer must’ve really done me in or something…

Friday night I got to continue celebrating with our Compound Crew (seven years and running!), which meant Cake!  And Starbucks!  And duck jokes!

Some of the best cupcakes ever made. And an extra special birthday soy latte. So totally perfect.
Tim had to console Sugar because we wouldn’t let her have any cupcakes. Poor, mistreated puppy…
I really love that my friends give me sentimental stuff like nice coasters with photos in them and framed pictures… and a “not a pet duck” pet duck phone. They butter me up and then poke me with a stick. And they wouldn’t be my friends otherwise. :)
I had to immediately call someone to tell them that I was talking to them from a duck. So naturally I called my mother.

         

The next day was Rhonda’s designated “Pamper Lindsey Day” (I know, I totally have the best wife EVER).  We got Thai Massages and then mani-pedis in massage chairs and then we went out to a lovely dinner at one of my absolute favorite restaurants, t’afia.  Seriously, my wife is kinda, totally, awesomely awesome.

Best place for an authentic Thai Massage in Houston. We would know. We went to Thailand. Plus, the place is so cozy and the staff so wonderful and kind and happy. Hitting up West Gray Thai Massage is a bit like Disney World for me.

I wish I had shot more images on “Pamper Lindsey Day,” but I was a bit too noodly to handle a camera.  Next weekend when my mom totally spoils me for my birthday, I’ll be sure to rock out the images.

To be continued…

The Florida Post (Fi-nal-ly)

So, long story short: I’ve been dying of the plague (again) and I’ve neglected my blog and you all (again).  And if I could afford ponies made of chocolate sprinkles for all of you, I’d totally hook you up because I truly am sorry for my absence.  I hate when I’m not posting regularly.  Anyway…

Check out our trip to Florida!

We took a fan boat tour through The Everglades, and it was one of the coolest fucking things I’ve ever done. I want to go back to the 10,000 Islands with my own fan boat for a couple of months and just explore. And then maybe I’d finally see a giant python eat a gator. Anyway, this is the view from one of the 10,000 Islands. It’s a bit perfect.
This is me and Rhonda having the time of our lives on the fan boat. And that’s Captain Robert. And no, we did not lose a bet, we wore those hats proudly.  *Photo by my Dad*
This brown pelican kicked it on our boat with us for a while. Nice guy.
Lin and Dad kicked it on the boat with us too. Uhhhhh… check out that view! Zooming through those channels was ah-may-zing.
Mangrove Tunnel. *Photo by Rhonda*
This is me with a baby gator. And this was the only pose I could think of in the moment. I’m surprised that thing didn’t whip around and bite off my nose for being such a smart-ass. *Photo by Rhonda*
Instead of feeding a baby gator my nose, I fed a giraffe some lettuce. In this exact moment I was having an in depth conversation with the giraffe about Gene Simmons. *Photo by my Dad*

Also at the Naples Zoo we saw:

Monkeys.
White Ibis.
Pretty Flowers.
And among so many other animals, some macaws.

When we weren’t out playing and eating.  We were relaxing with adult beverages and books on our condo’s wrap-around terrace.

I know… go ahead and hate us.  *Photo by Rhonda*

Macawwwwwwwwww… That Sucks.

I saw these guys and immediately flipped my shit because I thought that maybe they were paid by the Naples Zoo to pass out free Fruit Loops to us patrons.  And then Rhonda was all, “You moron, you’re thinking of a toucan.”  And then I was sad because I was dumb AND I still didn’t have any Fruit Loops.

“Have you met my friend, Paul? This is Paul. What’s that? Oh, yeah, yeah, he always looks like that. Hasn’t touched a single drug in his life though, can you believe it? I know. He looks stoned. But I promise he isn’t! Uncanny, right? Well here you are. Like I said, this is Paul and I’m Merve. I’ve been told I talk a lot. Oh, hey, listen to me going on… would you like a frothy beverage or a dehydrated peanut or something? I’d offer you a Fruit Loop but I’m not a toucan.”

More from our trip to Florida to come.

Swirl

Follow what I’ve been up to with the Bravo’s Work of Art Challenges over here.  This week’s inspiration was all about movement as demonstrated by New York Parkour (NYPK).  I’ve loved parkour since its emergence and if I didn’t have such weak bones I’d be jumping off of stuff like Spider Man on crack, too.  Check it:

Right?!

So I got inspired by the fluidity of their movement, as chaotic as it is, and decided to rock out some time lapse photography with food coloring and water.

Check out the moving picture over at the Work of Art Follow blog.

Oops, I’ve Done it Again

Last year I managed to get a group of artists together from around the country to participate in a creative challenge of sorts.  We watched Bravo TV’s newest series, “Work of Art” and performed the challenges posed to the artists on the show.  And since I have no regard for sleep or eating or any free time what so ever, I launched a blog showcasing the works from these participating artists.

Season two kicked off last night and because I’m completely out of my mind, I’m running the blog again.  If you’re interested in participating or if you simply want to stalk good artwork in the making, check us out over HERE.

What was I JUST saying?

Saturday, late morning as the sun projected itself through the large window at the front of our house.  I glanced up at the mirrored back wall of our dining room (a reflection of the window) and thought, “How amazing is it that depending on the time of day and the angle of light, we have a constantly changing, framed piece of natural artwork?”  The back-lit silhouette of the tree on our front patio against our textured, white curtains is sheer perfection to me.  And hence further supporting my whole “Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life” thing.

Watching (and allowing) the line between the two grow thinner and thinner.

It’s not uncommon to hear, “art imitates life.”  It absolutely does.  Artists pull from their life experiences, and emotional responses and unrest to create organic works of art.  We take from what we know and what we feel: all of it some piece of life that we’ve lived, albeit directly or through someone else.  But I think that as all things come full circle in some way or another, art has its ways as well.  Sure, art imitates life.  But is life naturally imitating art back?  So often I stumble upon little vignettes of life that could more appropriately be called art instead of its natural state of existence.  And in return, It makes me want to create art around it.  More and more I’m finding the lines increasingly blurred, whereupon I’m noticing pieces of life imitating art imitating life.  As if the two keep inspiring one another into this incredible cycle of aesthetically pleasing moments.  I’ve begun piecing these moments together in a series of “life: imitating art: imitating life,” and I couldn’t be more pleased with how its evolving.  I can’t wait to have a whole stack of these:

Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life
Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life (II)
Life: Imitating Art: Imitating Life (III) or “The Art of Racing”

Sappy, but a Goodie:

This last Saturday I had the honor of photographing one of the coolest chicks on the planet.  For six hours.  In a parking garage, city parks and downtown lots.  At a famous, Houston restaurant and the surrounding property of the Menil Collection.  We climbed trees, scaled walls and waterfalls, and even climbed into an abandoned shopping cart.  Through rain and sunshine and a ridiculous cold front brought by crazy wind gusts that almost killed me.  And it was by far one of the funnest days of my life.  Not a single second of it felt like work.  Seriously, just look at the joy that spews out of this girl.

If you ever need to learn a thing or two about how to take only the greatest things out of life, how to insert joy and positivity into everything you do, how to love and nurture the best (and even the worst) parts of yourself before being able to love and nurture the best and worst parts of others, talk to Deanna.

She’s fearless, totally hardcore, and one of the strongest and most loving human beings I know.  Which is saying a lot coming from me.  Deanna isn’t just one heck of an awesome model, but she’s a great friend.  And I’m gonna miss the bajeebus out of her when she runs off to culinary school in New York.

I’d wish her luck, but she doesn’t need it.  Deanna takes whatever the world throws at her and uses it to her benefit.  If I’m going to hope for anything for her, it’s that she never loses sight of that.  A practice most adults I know still struggle to master.  Deanna’s a rare breed for sure, and I’m incredibly lucky to know her.