Kemah-therapy

Ok, so the verdict was Kemah. After dropping in to Kevin Daycare™ (aka Barnes & Noble) for a bit, Kara and I hot-trotted down to the coast for a little boardwalk and people watching. It wasn't bad ... if a bit balmy (and not the crazy kind like Jenny talks about). We sipped our over-priced Starbucks coffee-based drinks and enjoyed the sounds of children screaming in fear as they were forced onto the ferris wheel.

So good day.

How did YOUR weekend go? Yeah ... you. Interweb technology has advanced to the point where I can see your cheese-puff eatin' mug and point directly at the blemish on your nose. Fill me in, will ya?

p.s. Want some motivation? Check out today's Mental Floss on "eustress." Yes ... it's a real word. Like "trouser monkey" or "pants weasel." Sheesh.

For your gawking pleasure

Everyone gets "honey do's," but I bet not everyone gets "honey IT requests."

My wife is revamping her business to go from "virtual assistant to interior designers" to "interior designer." It's a dream she's had for a while and she feels ready to tackle it. Kudos! The bad news for me is that, as her built-in graphic and web designer, copywriter and IT guy my workload just mega-gupled (a word I'm going to trademark right here and now). Megagupled™.

I'm not good at stretching projects out over long periods of time ... I have a "slam it all at once" work philosophy. This time around, though, I think I'll take the "piece at a time" approach.

In other news, today the Art Festival is going on around Memorial. We haven't decided if we're going to that or going to Kemah. Toss up. Kemah is nice and relaxing with a pinch of goofy tourists to gawk at, but the Art Festival is a fine showcase for the freaky side of H-town — a wealth of blogging and photo ops

Choices.

Either way, I look forward to the opportunity to ridicule strangers.