I was running about a 77% expectation of my Saturday in Boston coming together as planned. Now for many of you, especially those jet-setting location indies and business owners and skydivers and way more badass than myself individuals, if you’ve made it this far it’s like a cheese grater on your lower back. But you have to understand.

I am a RIDICULOUSLY analytically control-freak planner. I don’t leap, I barely hop. Being two hours away from my home with no idea what was going on and no vehicle to get anywhere is a HUGE thing for me. It’s lame for you, it’s big for me. Don’t you dare judge.

I update The Webb on far too few Tuesdays with a little ditty about my most recent #blogcrush – a blog that I follow frequently and find inspiration, laughter and deep thoughts from. You know who they are, those bloggers that you’ve never even met but you feel a strange connection…you almost have a little crush on them? These are most definitely folks on my blog roll, and if you are reading and subscribing to The Webb they should be on yours, too.

I learned about this week’s #blogcrush because just …

Friends, I tell you. If you are visiting Portland, Maine and want something to eat then please run DO NOT WALK to Local Sprouts Cafe for this amazingness to thrill your tastebuds. And while it intrigued me on the chalkboard menu I had *no idea* of the deliciousness I would experience.

(AKA – A lesson in why businesses ABSOLUTELY need to have a GREAT Foursquare presence!)

I update The Webb on far too few Tuesdays with a little ditty about my most recent #blogcrush – a blog that I follow frequently and find inspiration, laughter and deep thoughts from. You know who they are, those bloggers that you’ve never even met but you feel a strange connection…you almost have a little crush on them? These are most definitely folks on my blog roll, and if you are reading and subscribing to The Webb they should be on yours, too.

I learned about this week’s #blogcrush when I …

For the past couple weeks it’s been happening.
I’ve been logging on with the best of intentions.  Intentions of updating my stuff with witty banter and deep insights.  Intentions of being useful and putting together some really good content for people to read.  Intentions of at least hitting “publish” as that little blinking blog cursor taunts me with it’s flashing.
Sure, I’ve had the random case of writer’s block that snuck up on me out of no where and reared it’s ugly head at some very inopportune moments.  Like that annoying ex …

As I walked in a post-Red Eye flight daze through the Light Tunnel at the Detroit Airport earlier this week I was desperate to find a source of caffeinated sustenance to get me through the second leg of my trip.  I passed an airport coffee shop, a Starbucks and another Starbucks as I followed the crowd through to Concourse C.  I was hoping to find something new and exciting, a place I don’t normally experience in Maine.
Enter Einstein Bros Bagel.

I would have never heard of this shop (I hear they …