I'm a real boy

Title said in the cutest disney animated Pinocchio voice ever recorded.

Today, I am a real blogger (or at least I feel like one). I'm sitting in a real coffee shop typing words out with vanilla flavored caffeine flowing in my veins. It doesn't get any better than this. Oh wait, yeah it does.

If only I had the buzz of New York City life outside my cafe window, and a paycheck for being a REAL writer. I know the people would be a site to see too! People walking to and from work, briefcases in hand; that girl with the great shoes taking the walk of shame from the awesome night she had last night; the homeless guy on the doorstep of the out-of-business building asking for spare change; and, best of all, the hum of taxis whizzing in and out of traffic. Oh the life you New Yorkers have...

But instead, I sit in this newly constructed Starbucks in a quiet suburb outside the fast paced metropolis that is Houston, Texas sipping coffee from my new mug writing to you. My Saturday morning has actually been quite productive. I showered and brushed my teeth before 10AM. That's a record for our house on Saturdays. And, I dressed up for you too (outfit pictures soon to come)! You should be excited. Along with playing dress-up, I have quite the day ahead of me. 

However, a list of my to do's is not worth the seconds I steal from your day when you read this page. Amongst other things, I'd really like to thank each and every one of you. 

Wanna know why? Of course you do.


Well, you see that little follow button up there in the left side bar? 
99 of you precious people, that I probably have never met,
 besides the virtual conversations we have, actually like my writing enough to follow this here blog. 

Thank you for that! It means the world. 

I heart you.