All Tapped Out

Posted Nov 10, 2006 by Jeff Houck

Updated Nov 14, 2006 at 04:05 PM

You know, when I do this, I sound like Spike Jones having an epileptic fit.

Beck does it and it sounds like art.

Go figure.

This shot of Beck playing on Saturday Night Live last weekend is one of the coolest videos I’ve seen in a long time.

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Hep-py Thanksgiving!

Posted Nov 10, 2006 by Jeff Houck

Updated Nov 14, 2006 at 04:06 PM

Guess who’s coming to dinner the night before Thanksgiving at Jackson’s on Harbor Island?

We’ve seen some of Mr. Lee’s video work.

You might want to pass on the gravy.

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Scavenging For Lunch

Posted Nov 10, 2006 by Janine Dorsey

Updated Nov 10, 2006 at 12:18 PM

Today’s entree is a lovely cinnamon sugar bagel with PUMPKIN cream cheese. Yummmmm…

Courtesy of my boss, Loren.

Dessert is an orange courtesy of some random fruit seller who sent a basket to the newsroom in hopes they would get written about. That never works.

Marty is out of the office, so if he is also scavenging it must entail grease traps and fast food dumpsters.

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Guilt….It Is A Great Motivator

Posted Nov 10, 2006 by jriley

Updated Nov 10, 2006 at 10:58 AM

It is hard enough sometimes to get yourself motivated to exercise. I have discovered a new and terrifying way to get my motivation. My children. I have three. Their ages are ten, seven, and five. I told them Mommy is getting healthier by eating better and exercising more.

So, yesterday when the kids got home from school my seven and five year old wanted to ride their bikes. Sure, no problem. I set up my chair in the front yard and grabbed my water and my new creative memories catalog (thanks to my new creative memories consultant, Jennifer, who’s website address is http://www.mycmsite.com/jennan). I was all set to spend money, relax, and make sure my children weren’t squished by the next car.

Enter my wise cracking ten year old. “You know Mom you are working on getting healthier and a bike ride for you would be good.” I said “Yes, but I am relaxing and reading my magazine.” My five year old could care less, as long as he is beating his sisters while doing circles around the cul-de-sac. Then the final blow of guilt. My seven year old (the middle child, the expert manipulator) says, ” Yeah mom your butt is looking smaller. Go for a ride around the block with us.” That was the nail. The final deadly blow. I was on my bike before she finished the sentence.

After all this hard work I don’t care who tells you your butt looks smaller, it will motivate you to keep going. So this one is for my children who I love with all my heart. Thanks for the motivation and by the way, my butt is getting smaller.

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Running To Shop

Posted Nov 9, 2006 by Clarisa Gerlach

Updated Nov 16, 2006 at 07:17 AM

There are several new moms here at the News Center, which is absolutely great for story sharing and mommy questions. No matter the age, there’s always someone to turn to. Sharon has kids the same exact age as Summer and Saylor, but if I want to know what’s in store for the future (softball, Brownies, Math Bowl, sassy back-talk), then I turn to Janine.

This morning I was talking to Lynn about working mom guilt and what exactly we used to do with our free time. I went to D.C. recently for a conference and once I got to my hotel room, I was completely stunned by the … silence. It was just me – all alone – no one asking me for anything.

So what exactly DID I do with my free time? Well, running for one. I ran in several Gasparilla races and smaller races around town. I vow to return to this - I really have no excuse since I own a ridiculously expensive double Baby Jogger. Shopping. I used to love scouting for deals at TJMAXX and Marshalls. I still lust over the clothes and makeup in Allure magazine every month. I also live vicariously through Sandy Hughes’ blog How To Be Fabulous.  Travel. Scott and I back-packed through Europe, now our traveling entails a long weekend at a Disney resort.

Still nothing beats having Saylor tug on my leg saying “mama mama” and Summer bringing home drawing with I ♥ Mom from school. My next marathon will have to wait.

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