Martin Luther King Day

Happy Martin Luther King Day.


New Post tomorrow.

Here's to Being a Power Influencer.

Carmel by the Sea. 

Why a return to blogging?

Simple. I hate the sound of my voice on camera. I have never had a deep voice and the sound of it on film suddenly explains why telemarketers say thank you ma’am on the end of the call. With Snapchat, Instagram Stories etc.  I needed do something to keep up my social media status and become a power influencer I had to do something.  With no desire to borrow my father’s selfie stick (He says they only use it on trips. Sure. Dad.) and duck lips were out I had to do something.

Then I remembered I had a blog and several (i.e. a lot) of pounds to lose. 

Here’s to 2018.

Let's be brave together. 

I Gotta Tell Some Food About This

Huevos Rancheros from High Land Nursery in Loomis California. I wanted to eat the whole menu.  

“Blake, you just have to have goals. That’s the whole secret of obtaining success in life. Just put it up on your Pinterest board, write it down. Commit, commit and you will see the success just come your way”.  What is this? The Secret?  I thought I was here for the yearly how-are-you bishop's interview.  

Just hold up here pops.

UM.

No.

The goal in life is not success. It is about eating. Don’t care if that’s what seven habits, highly functioning I’m-better-than-you book said. Even Oprah has said so. I live to eat. I could win the Pulitzer prize and my first thought after that phone call,would be I gotta tell some food about this.  

I once went to a buffet once, just stuffed myself something awful and as I was groaning in the car the people I were with was like you want to go get a doughnut? The words out of my mouth were yeah. I could eat.

True story.

That’s why as I sit here in this lecture from a very well-meaning individual I am currently thinking of what I'm going to have for lunch. Oh lunch. I miss lunch. Is this going to end? My vision? Right now is eating. I’m so tempted to raise my hand and go can I be excused? My stomach is really hungry.

That’s it.

I’m done.

“Um Hi can I be excused…”  

1,2....

Back when you had to go to a studio for staged photos. 

Is there nothing worse than having a random stranger take a group picture? First off there’s a lot of pressure. Where do you put your hands? Am I smiling? Oh no. Am I doing that weird smile? The one that makes me look constipated?

“1,2 BIG DRAMATIC PAUSE,”

Nothing good comes after three.

FLASH!

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Guess I shouldn't have been so concerned with hand placement.