Alyse French Photography | Houston-Based Wedding and Lifestyle Photographer

It’s only Tuesday and I feel like I’ve already accomplished a strangely unusual amount of work this week. I must warn you: This sort of productivity has made me extra random this morning.

Last night, I had a legit two-way phone conversation with my cat, Oliver. I meowed, he meowed, I meowed. He told me how much he misses me and how he thinks it’s terribly unfair that Dylan is allergic to him. He also asked that Dylan surprise me with a Sully-dog a little sooner than expected. Just sayin’. ;)

Asparagus! Asparagus is my new food obsession. As a matter of fact, I’m off to get some in a few minutes so I can eat it for lunch! Ten minutes in the oven with olive oil, garlic, salt, and pepper, and you have AMAZINGNESS in the form of Junior from Veggie Tales. Who knew he tasted so good?

And speaking of food! The other day, as I went grocery shopping with Dylan (we’re old and fogey like that), I sampled my first bag of Mini Babybel Cheese. Didn’t turn me into a ‘Laughing Cow,’ but it wasn’t too shabby. Then, I found the outer red wax all over my purse, the bottom of my computer, and mashed up into my white rug. Consider this a public service announcement: It’s not worth it, people! Albeit, amusing. :)

Ever heard of Laptop Toasted Skin Syndrome? This clip has been circulating my Facebook, and for once in my life, my self-diagnosis has been proven correct! I HAVE THIS. Characterized by the bright red/blotchy skin on the front of my thighs! Sorta neat. Sorta not.

Song of the Week: Something in the Water by Brooke Fraser. This one is blowing UP right now. Just released in late August by one of my favorite artists of. all. time. It’s the perfect amount of fun and serious and silly and meaningful.

You know those nights you sleep SO good, you could swear you must have died? Last night was that night! And get this: I slept with jeans on. If you know me well, you’ll know the age-old story about me going to sleep in the clothes I plan to wear the next morning. I only do this when I have to get up ungodly early. Kind of like today.. Haters don’t hate. It’s a pretty genius idea, I think! ;)

My TV sitcom just randomly switched from English to Spanish and back again. Right during the punch-line. Oh well. Only in Tejas. :)

I’ve been having a lot of fun this past week catching up on anonymous questions sent via Formspring. Which got me to thinking, if YOU have a question, I’d love to answer it in a future post. It doesn’t have to be photo related, although I do love those kind of questions! Use the comment section or head right over to my Formspring and don’t hold back! I know you’re dying to know what my favorite color is!

Gotta cut this Tuesday short. The plan is to blog our home this coming weekend, and in order to do that, cleaning is priority numero uno. And so, I leave you with a hint of Thursday’s post. Sarah and Adam. The future Mr. and Mrs. Mowery. I had so much fun with these two for their Houston Arboretum e-sesh! :)

I staggered down Main’s ungodly steep sidewalk, high kneeing all the way so as not to trip over the uneven and crumbling slabs of concrete that lay out before me on my walk home from school.. Arching my body backward so as not to fall flat on my face. Although that part wasn’t too hard.. I was the goody two-shoes who brought home next week’s homework. My backpack was compensation enough. I was eight years old. In the second grade.

I walked through our front door, flung down my Lisa Frank folders. And binders. And pencils. And really, anything I could get with those incredibly gaudy yet somehow irresistible glitter and rainbow-clad unicorns on it. I found mom in the kitchen, preparing me an after-school snack. Oh, how I loved her for my after-school snacks. I threw myself at her. And cried. And cried. And cried. And couldn’t stop crying. I was too tall.

We sat at our kitchenette table for two. It was one of those chrome and vinyl combos. White, and peeling at the corners. I picked at the bits, and explained… “They called me Jolly Green Giant today. The kids at school..” Why was I always a foot taller than everyone else? Why was it that Sarah, the tallest third grader, was never made fun of the way I was? And why were kids so mean? I never made fun of them for being so short! Mom consoled me the best she could. Partly with brownies. Mostly by just being there. But that day stuck with me..

You see, because of my complex about my height, I’d never owned a legit pair of heels. Let me rephrase that: I was a GIRL who NEVER owned a pair of heels. And until very recently, my shoe-drobe consisted of all flats. Because although I’m now only a little over average, why would I want to make myself any taller? But then my line of work got to me. All these brides all fancy with their shoes? It was about time that my confidence grew into my height. It was about time for black leather Mary Jane pumps with wooden heels. And these are them. :)

Yes, I may be a Jolly Green Giant. But at least I’m lookin’ fly.