The Man Behind the Camera: An Interview

The Man Behind the Camera: An Interview

Last year circulated this one video entitled, “Instagram Husband,” and the moment it was published, I had approximately three to four people send it to me saying, “Hahaha this is so Pai.” I live in an area where there is me, and then there are maybe two other bloggers that I know of. The rest of the population kindly tolerates my fake laugh poses, my blog posts, and the mandatory “sell yourself” on the social media.

And then there is my husband. Who has been with me on the blogging game since day one. In fact, way back in 2014 when Hugs and Lattes was still The Grand Adventures of Me, I was trying to win some kind of blog award, so I pushed the blog on my regular Facebook rather than just my blog’s Facebook.

There was one cute little Pai M. who commented on the post to say in the utmost flirtatious fashion, “I’m not going to vote.” Meanwhile, he voted and I won. . . the award and his heart. Boom.

Of course at the beginning of our relationship, I didn’t subject him to taking my pictures. Rather, he had the honor of being in my Instagram photos. With a solid 200 followers and a steady average of 23 likes per photo, I was quite the persona.

Let’s fast forward to 3 years later where he not only gets the honor of being in my photos, but he gets the rare privilege of taking them.

If y’all follow my Instastories (@christinamush), you will see that Mr. M is not the most . . . ahh. . . should I say. . . cooperative player there is.

But it’s all for show. He steals my phone, shares about how he just had to photograph me holding a pineapple even though we’re not eating said pineapple in said moment, and then likes to make fun of me while I do the stereotypical blogger poses. But he is genuine and he is a good sport.

While he has never told me to “Work it” or “Vogue,” he does give genuine advice like, “Look at the camera,” and “You look prettier when you smile.” Questions have been asked like, “Why are you looking down?” and “Why are we taking a picture of a pineapple if we aren’t going to eat it right now?”

The pineapple was a big deal, y’all.

I decided to sit down with the man himself and get his perspective on what it’s like to be an Instagram Husband. You may remember last spring, I shared what it is like to date a blogger. At this point, Mr. M was in grad school, working on his thesis, and planning the most amazing proposal. He was a little preoccupied so I wrote what I imagined it was like to date a blogger.

But now we live together and he has to see my face every day, so I was able to get his own personal opinions on what it is like to be an Instagram Husband.

The Man Behind the Camera: An Interview

What is annoying about being an Instagram Husband? 

Having to stop anything that is semi interesting to take a picture of video. Sometimes we stop to take pictures of a leaf.

But we’re talking about how you have to take pictures of me. 

When I’m ready to go from Point A to Point B and you see a pretty brick wall and we have to stop everything we’re doing to take a photo in front of that wall.

Do you ever get tired of photographing your wife? 


Is that true?

Because your super sexy. I get tired of holding the phone and pressing the picture button. See what I did there?

Did you know that being an Instagram Husband was in our vows? 

Were they really?

No, but it was unspoken. 

Yes, I was prepared, my love.

*and let’s note here that this was said in a slightly annoyed, distracted phone. 

The Man Behind the Camera: An Interview

How far is too far? 

I will never, and I’ll say it again – I will never ever compromise my manhood by taking a picture in the midst of a Manchester United soccer game. Never! If I miss a goal, if i miss a pivotal moment in the game, I will not be one happy camper.

What is your favorite thing about an Instagram Husband? 

I get to have different backgrounds on my phone. I get to have beautiful pictures on my camera roll!

Aww. There was a right answer. Fair pass. 

The Man Behind the Camera: An Interview

Mr. M has really grown in his Instagram Husband skills. For instance, we were out eating ice cream one night when he said, “This would make a perfect picture.” Obviously I made him take the photo.

Mr. M also kindly decided to give a couple steps to being a Pro-Instagram Husband that you are free to pass along to your significant others.

How to be a Pro-Instagram Husband 

Step 1: Be alert at all times because you never know when the camera is on you – I could be picking my nose in the background of my wife’s instastory.

Step 2: Any object, and I mean any object can be and will be a prop. For instance: A pineapple. You took a picture of a pineapple and you weren’t planning to eat it in that moment.

Le’s note this: Selfie sticks don’t work. I bought my wife a Selfie Stick for Christmas. She got excited and used it maybe two times. But I think she really prefers a sexy human being behind the camera.

Step 3: If you want to annoy your wife, make monkey noises in the background while she’s recording Insta stories.

It’s true. that does annoy me like crazy. Any last advice? 

Consider it all joy, my brothers.

The Man Behind the Camera: An Interview

Thank you for joining us on this segment of The Man Behind the Camera. Tune in next time for, “Funny Marriage Quirks.”

10 Facts that Prove Coffee Isn’t Bad for You

10 Proven Facts Coffee Isn't Bad for You

Every morning as I’m walking out the door, my (sweet, awesome, hott) husband hands me a tumbler of coffee, and I swear it makes me want to marry him all over again. In case you didn’t know, I’m obsessed with coffee. I love to drink it, smell it, try it in new ways. Earlier this summer, we had dinner with our friends and they served us Brazilian coffee after dinner. AKA espressos in the cutest little espresso cups. I fell in love.

I could talk about coffee all day long. Coffee fuels us. It brings people together. It makes people fall in love. (No, seriously.)

But sometimes there are those haters. There are those people who say, “Coffee is bad for you.” These are the kind of people I want to sic Lorelai Gilmore on. But instead, I would like to counter that argument with some hard facts.*

10 Facts That Prove Coffee Isn't Bad For You

Fact #1: Coffee is not bad for you because it gives you energy.

Sure, caffeine is the number one drug used in America, and sure it sounds bad if you say caffeine is a “drug.” But do you know what is also a drug? Ibuprofen. And if I don’t get my coffee fix, you can bet four of those little suckers are going straight to my liver ASAP because no coffee = major headache and low, low productivity performance. No one wants that.

Fact #2: Coffee is great for your digestive system.

Have you ever got 1/4 of the way through your morning cup and had to head off to spend some time in “the Oval Office” as they so call it? If you’re ever feeling constipated, just drink some coffee and BOOM praise the Almighty because your colon is cleared!

Fact #3: Coffee puts you in a good mood.

This is a proven fact. For me at least. And probably because I enjoy the smell of coffee. When I wake up in the morning to the smell of coffee brewing downstairs, I know today is going to be an OK day. When I’m having a hectic day and I step inside my favorite artisan coffee shop, I know all will be right with the world as soon as my cinnamon and honey cappuccino is in my hands. If your girl is in a bad mood, bring her some coffee. It will make her fall in love with you and put her in a better mood.

10 Facts That Prove Coffee Isn't Bad For You

Fact #4: Coffee keeps you from killing people.

We all know this. When someone is getting on my nerves, I have to take a deep breath, take a long sip of my coffee, put in my headphones, and pray to Jesus. It’s a four step process, but it works.

Fact #5: Coffee is healthy.

Coffee comes from a bean. . . beans are like vegetables. . . so by the transitive property, coffee is healthy. Right? I think right. . .

Fact #6: Coffee helps you live longer with a better quality of life.

Years ago when I was in college speech class, I did a whole informative presentation on the benefits of coffee. I had several sources that said that a) coffee helps you live longer and b) those who drink coffee on the reg decrease their chances of getting dementia. So anytime someone tells you coffee is bad for you, tell them to put down their soda, you’re choosing life.

currently very caffeinated ?☕️

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Fact #7: Coffee is a great ice breaker

Want to make a new friend? Ask him/her out for coffee! It’s not the commitment that dinner or inviting them over to your house is, but it also shows that you’re willing to go the extra mile and sit down with them in an artisan coffee shop and make eye contact with them for at least an hour.

Fact #8: Coffee relieves the awkward

OK so what if your friend date, first date, or tense conversation isn’t going well? You can look at your coffee, you can take a sip of your coffee. It is the physical manifestation of “Um.” Don’t know what to do with your hands? That’s what coffee is for.

Fact #9: Coffee is a great perfume.

I often smell like my grandmother (who smells like coffee) because I spill coffee on myself. While it may not be Dolce & Gabanna, at least it’s an attractive homey scent. You know all those older people that smell like coffee and you just want to give them a hug because they smell like comfort? You can smell like comfort, too! All it takes is one little spill and you’ll have a nice tan stain on your cream colored shirt and smell like a delicious cup of comfort.

Fact #10: Coffee gives you something to photograph.

Are you an amateur instaphotographer like me? Don’t know what to shoot? Take fun, artsy pictures of the artsy latte art that someone else did! It makes you look legit, and gets you thousands of coffee shop followers. #CoffeeisLife

10 Facts that Prove Coffee Isn't Bad for You


*These facts are not 100% scientifically proven by a study. They are proven from my daily life experiences.

How about you? Are you Pro Coffee or Pro Tea? What keeps you caffeinated during the day? How do you keep from strangling annoying people?

3 Tips for Changing Your Name

3 Tips for Changing Your Name

Good morning.

I am officially no longer a citizen under my maiden name. I’m a new person, according to the government. When people read my name, they’re going to be very surprised to see a tiny, little white girl showing up behind a long, Zimbabwean name.

So I go to the DMV this morning; last week I saw Zooptopia twice. These are related because in Zootopia there are sloths. There is a DMV. At the DMV (in Zootopia), the workers are SLOTHS. This was my favorite part of the movie. Now, I love living in a semi-small town in the South because the DMV is a piece of cake. The longest I’ve ever had to wait was when I was 16 and needed to take my driving test. Since then, it’s only been like a 10-20 minute wait, so I’m grateful.

I know that many a lady has complained about the name-changing process being a hassle. Compared to getting our marriage certificate, this has been a walk in the park. Here’s a funny story about getting our marriage certificate.

One day my handsome fiance and I stroll into the DMV to get our marriage certificate. We are so anxious for the Chickfila that is awaiting us afterwards (we may have a problem) that we rush through the thing. We give our info. We give our “proof of counseling” notarized card (btw, highly suggest; it discounted the cost almost 50% for us.) We smile as we sign, holding hands and making googly eyes at each other because OMG in 3 weeks we are about to be husband and wife and go to the beach and get it on. By get it on, I mean getting our beach life on. Obviously. I love the beach.

A couple days later, I need Pai’s social security number to add him as a beneficiary on my retirement plan. He sends me his SSN with the cool invisible ink feature on our phones and I notice Hey. . . this is not the same number on our marriage certificate.

So at lunch that day we go BACK to the DMV so Pai can write down his proper SSN.

We get in the car. New, fresh license in hand and Pai looks at our marriage certificate and says, “Wait. . . this doesn’t look right.” WHAT. WHO HAVE I BEEN MARRIED TO TWICE ALREADY?!

A few days later, Pai brings his social security card with him to the DMV. We do the walk of shame in. To get a marriage certificate. For the third time. The lady laughed. We laughed. We’re officially married to each other. I also have his SSN memorized for myself in case he ever needs it again.

All that to say – getting my driver’s license was easy-peasy lemon squeezy.

When I got there 2 minutes after the DMV opened, there were already 5 people in front of me. Evidently it’s everyone’s idea to get in and get it done first thing in the morning. Where are the procrastinators?!

And then the automated voice that calls the ticket numbers SOUNDS like the sloth from Zootopia. “Now calling A. . . . . 0. . . . .0. . . .4”

I go up to my counter and guess what. THERE’S A SLOTH ON THE COUNTER. “Oh my gosh, is that from Zootopia?!” Don’t even ask. The lady tells me.

sloths at DMV

For all my pale, Caucasian ladies, here’s a little tip for you newbies getting married in the winter time.

DMV Name Changing Tip # 1

Wait until the summer to change your license picture. Winter time Christina – looks like a vampire. Summer time Christina – isn’t tan, but isn’t suuuuper white. She just looks like a normal human being. But winter time driver’s license photo? I could give Edward Cullen a run for his money. Can we just all agree that driver’s license pictures should a) be selfies with the XX Pro filter on it or b) your favorite picture from Facebook or c) a wedding photo? Let’s be real, the wedding day is going to be the only day of your life where you feel the prettiest you’ve ever felt.

DMV Name Changing Tip # 2

DON’T WEAR BROWN EYESHADOW. I am admittedly pretty boring in my color selection. I like the browns on my eyes and I like the greys and blacks for my clothes. Once my sister got me a purple scarf “because you just wear a lot of grey.” This morning I contemplated being adventurous and wearing my Urban Decay Smog pallette. It is a Friday, after all. But I thought “noooo. You don’t want your eyes to party TOO hard in your license picture.” Instead I put on some lipstick and lipgloss to make sure my lips were poppin. M.I.S.T.A.K.E. Not only do I look like a vampire, my eyes say “I can’t open them all the way because I’ve not finished my coffee and I look sick. I’m not sick, it’s just the choice of brown eyeshadow. It really helps my white skin to glow even more.”

DMV Name Changing Tip #3

Curl your hair. It adds volume, taking up the entire photo frame, making sure there is minimal blue space behind you.

It took me 4 tries to fit my new name on my license. It all just looks like little squiggles. I need a cup of coffee.

The Middle School of Adulthood

I swear being an early 20something is like going through the middle school of adulthood.


The Middle School of Adulthood

Our bodies are going through so many new changes. Our metabolism is already slowing down, we’re growing hair in weird places, and we’re not entirely comfortable yet with being an “adult.”

I went to college right after high school, lived in a dorm, and was blessed to not have to pay many bills until after college. I never lived by myself until I got a full-time job. And that’s when ish hit the fan. It took me a whole year to adjust to working this 9-5 life, paying bills, and budgeting. The word gives me shivers. My bank texted me at 6 this morning with my updated balance. I slept fitfully for the next hour and a half, trying to figure out how I was going to celebrate 3 weddings and a my brother’s birthday this month. I woke up, frightened, and also late for work. You’re all getting bunt cake pans for your weddings. Congratulations on your marriage, and may your love be forever. That’s what this heart shaped bunt will say.

And let it be known – the only unwise purchase I have made so far was buying gelato on Monday night.

I never buy ice cream. But Monday night I knew I was going to be sad and grumpy because the day was so long, so I bought gelato. It was a moment of weakness. I couldn’t decide what I wanted. I was between the the Double Dark Chocolate, and the Coffee Chocolate Chip. But then I saw it was 2 for $7.

I slipped into a bubble bath, with Friends on the Netflix, a green acne clay mask on my face, and ate the Double Dark Chocolate gelato last night. I was the epitome of a 20something female. It was cute.

Middle School of Adulthood

And lets talk about this hair growing in weird places. One day I was just casually putting my makeup on in my dorm room by the natural light (because that’s the most honest light, right? It’s terrifying.) I discovered a little eyeliner pencil mark on my chin. I wiped it off. Except I didn’t wipe it off. I looked closer and there was a teeny tiny hair. Light black. One would say light black could almost be. . .grey. Oh! The horrors!!! How could I have grey hair?! On my chin no less! Before I was even 20?! Yes. I’m sad to say that I started growing chin hairs at 19. I’m feeling my chin right now. So far I think I’ve plucked them all today. There are 4 now. One for every year since I found a chin hair. I admitted to Pai the other day that I do, in fact, grow chin hair. Like all mammals. He said, “Yeah I saw one the other day.” And you didn’t tell me?! “I didn’t want to make you feel insecure!” He says. Great. I might as well just grow a whole dang beard. See how he likes that.

Speaking of insecure. . . . when I was an insecure middle schooler, I thought I would have everything figured out by the time I was in my 20s. I thought I would never feel insecure about my hair, that my chest wouldn’t be these weird triangle things, I would grow out of the pimples, and that I wouldn’t feel awkward or vulnerable about my quirky personality. Even though some things have rounded out, I am distraught to announce I have more acne now, I had to cut a huge chunk out of my hair yesterday because I forgot to brush it and it turned into this big, unmanageable knot, and I still feel awkward and vulnerable about my quirky personality.

Sorry, thirteen year olds who are reading this now. Your eyebrows are more on fleek than mine, and you can even do your makeup better. (Note: Why do you contour? How do you contour?) You go through this period in high school where you feel like everyone notices every little thing about you. Then you go to college and have this inflated sense of confidence, you turn into a feminist, and you consider not shaving your underarms or wearing makeup ever again. Then you graduate college, lose that inflated sense of confidence, shave your underarms, put on the makeup to cover the horrendous adult acne, and realize that not everyone notices every little thing about you.

And then you become slightly jealous of the thirteen year olds who can do their makeup and take selfies better than you.

Stress Dreams [Vol. 1]

Because I am will likely have multiple stress dreams. . .

Stress Dreams

Holy Guacamole, Batman. May is already over and June is here! The last month absolutely flew by. It was a big month for me, though, ya know . . . getting engaged and all. #casual

This upcoming month is pretty big for me as well, seeing that it’s my birthday month and yes, I am one of those people. I celebrate my birthday month. Why? I don’t know. It didn’t even start until I was in college.  I decided that one day in June wasn’t enough. I didn’t even want a birthday week. A whole month would do. Eventually I might just celebrate a whole birthday year! I mostly do it just to be obnoxious to Pai, or tweet it out. It’s important to celebrate your birthday month because it’s basically a big “treat yo’self” month. Want that latte? Treat yo’self. Want to buy that book? Treat yo’self. Want to take a nap? Treat yo’self.

Speaking of naps, almost anytime I am asleep I dream. . .a lot. I dream almost every night and usually I have about 2-3 dreams per night and most of the time I remember at least one or all of them. And they all are very vivid dreams. Somewhere I read that when you dream, it only lasts about 3 seconds. I have no clue how that is even possible because my dreams are so detailed. I don’t know how my brain could pull that off in 3 seconds.

Lately I’ve started dreaming about weddings. I used to have nightmares about weddings when I was younger, and that’s how I knew I was nowhere near ready to get married. Then I occasionally had happy dreams about weddings when I was dating Pai. Well, it’s back to wedding nightmares, or as I like to call them: Stress Dreams. So far I’ve only had 2. But that almost equals out to one a week since we’ve only been engaged for 3. . . and because I am a lifestyle blogger, I’m going to share my wedding stress dreams with you.

Wedding Stress Dream #1

In real life, Pai and I toured a venue a couple of weeks ago that was a great price, but wasn’t the best set up because the reception area was broken up into 3 different rooms, and who wants to be in 3 different rooms at a wedding? My mom says no one. I say the wedding crashers who are there only for the delicious cake. So we said adios to that venue. But then I had a dream that night that this was the only venue available in the entire city that was open on the date we have picked for our wedding. Neither of us really wanted it, but we weren’t waiting until after Christmas to get married. I had booked the venue, but the coordinator calls me to tell me that there is another person who wants to book the venue for that same night. Even though we already paid, she was offering the venue to this other person because they were offering more money for it. I go into this bidding war with this other person (think: Bride Wars style) because I will get married on the date we picked. I then find out later who I’m bidding up against: my ex boyfriend (who is also engaged in real life). He doesn’t even live here! No one won because my alarm clock woke me up just in time to discover I was never in a bidding war and I was late to work.

Wedding Stress Dream #2

My second dream was less vivid and more chaotic. I realized, at the altar, that I wasn’t registering anything Pai was saying at all during our vows, and that the entire day had already been a blur (which I am sure will happen, but I’m going to fight that with all I can. #memories). I also remembered in the middle of the ceremony that we forgot to hire a videographer and that some of our bridal party didn’t show up. I tried to stop the ceremony so we could take some time, regroup, and start all over so I could remember everything. That produced even more chaos. My alarm clock woke me up and I sighed with relief that it’s only May, not December, and we aren’t married yet, and I was late to work.

I didn’t eat chocolate before bed, nor did I drink caffeine past 10am yesterday, but I did eat some salty, spicy chicken after I worked out last night. So I guess the key to not having stress dreams is to forgo working out before bed.

What kind of stress dreams to do you have/can you even remember all of your dreams? Tell me in the comments so I don’t look like a crazy person. Help.