A few months ago, I got into an argument with a friend about passion. Writing passionately, living passionately, being passionate. I may have written about this before, but as the months have gone by, I can see his side more clearly. So the question I'm asking is how to live life more passionately?
Passionate means "strong intense emotional response, whether sexual, loving, angry, or hateful." As a woman, I've often thought of passion in the loving and sexual sense. I am a woman of the heart and I love to love. For me, that is being passionate, loving my husband, my family, my kids, my friends. I am passionate about them. I want to see them happy and successful. I care intensely about them and their welfare. They inspire in me strong emotional responses from extreme joy to the depths of despair. This constant emotional rollar coaster is exhausting, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
Now my friend, he's passionate about bikes. He lives, eats, drinks, breathes bmx. He wants nothing more than to ride. He writes about it. He has a bike team. He has an online store that sells bmx stuff. That is his passion. See for yourself at http://www.plussizebmx.com/.
My husband is passionate about beer. Everything about it, makes him happy. He loves to brew it, to drink it, to talk and joke about it. He writes a blog about it too at http://www.hop-daddy.blogspot.com/. He visits breweries and plans our date nights around where he can find a new beer to try. Beer is his passion.
So seeing their enthusiasm, seeing their passion for something outside of themselves, makes me question my own passions. If I find that the most passionate things in my life are other people, then my happiness will always be determined by their happiness, which is completely out of my control. I will be doomed to a passionate but heartbreaking future. So how do I live life passionately, if it's not to love the people who mean the most to me?
I write, but do I write passionately? Nah. I write a bunch of crap that nobody really wants to read. I mainly write for therapy so I don't loose my mind. Is that passionate? No, it's more like life preserving. Would I want to write everyday? Would I want to make a living writing? Yes. I'd love to write and be successful. But is that passion?
I bake cupcakes. Do I bake them passionately? I do like them. They provide a certain amount of comfort and homeiness to my life. But would I want to bake cupcakes all day long, everyday? No because then it wouldn't be fun anymore.
So here I am back to the beginning again. How can I live my life more passionately? I'm still trying to figure it out. In the meantime, maybe I'll go call my best friend and say hi.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Shout House-Part Two
Girl's night had finally arrived. After much planning and trying to coordinate everyone's busy schedule, we'd finally made plans to meet at the Shout House. As many of you know, it is one of my favorite places to go hang out. It's casual, entertaining and always educational. I'm amazed at the talent of the guys who play. The dexterity of the wait staff. The enthusiasm of the crowd. Unlike karaoke, no one is put on the spot and yet everyone sings as loud as they can. It is so much fun, but not for the faint of heart. If you are easily offended, you know who you are, then this may not be the place for you. The entertainers switch up the lyrics and add rowdy naughty lyrics occasionally, don't go if that could upset you. However, the food is good and hot. The drinks are ice cold. If you drink cheap yellow beer this may be the place for you, because on Wednesday nights their special is $1.50 domestic bottles and $3.00 fish tacos and there is no cover charge on Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday. Talk about some cheap entertainment.
A special thanks to Sarah and Aryn. Since relocating last year, starting a new job, working from home, and caring for three kids under seven, well it hasn't been easy. There have been a few times when I was honestly deeply depressed and melancholy. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but I never have any private time anymore to do anything just for myself. Girl's night was exactly what I needed and I got to hang out with two of my best buddies. Thanks girls for being there for me and making time for me in your busy schedules.
A special thanks to Sarah and Aryn. Since relocating last year, starting a new job, working from home, and caring for three kids under seven, well it hasn't been easy. There have been a few times when I was honestly deeply depressed and melancholy. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but I never have any private time anymore to do anything just for myself. Girl's night was exactly what I needed and I got to hang out with two of my best buddies. Thanks girls for being there for me and making time for me in your busy schedules.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Poetry-The Next Challenge
Poetry, poetry you try my patience,
My heart protests at your pitiful rhyme
Poetry, poetry will the works flow
Will I write a piece with enough time
Poetry, poetry nothing is calming
Nerves are enbalming my mind as I type
Poetry, poetry I hate to write you
After I'm finished it's nothing but hype
Poetry, poetry where is the rythm
the ryhme and the reason for writing this crap
Poetry, poetry if it wasn't for this class
I'd never write you, it'd be a mishap
Just a few thoughts I've had about writing a Chant Poem. I'm not a poet, but unfortunately it is the last section in my creative writing class. Please feel free to post a comment. Thanks for reading. More drivel and nonsense to come, I'm sure.
My heart protests at your pitiful rhyme
Poetry, poetry will the works flow
Will I write a piece with enough time
Poetry, poetry nothing is calming
Nerves are enbalming my mind as I type
Poetry, poetry I hate to write you
After I'm finished it's nothing but hype
Poetry, poetry where is the rythm
the ryhme and the reason for writing this crap
Poetry, poetry if it wasn't for this class
I'd never write you, it'd be a mishap
Just a few thoughts I've had about writing a Chant Poem. I'm not a poet, but unfortunately it is the last section in my creative writing class. Please feel free to post a comment. Thanks for reading. More drivel and nonsense to come, I'm sure.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Write, Write, Write
Earlier this year I began taking an on-line creative writing class. I wanted something productive to do with my extra time. I thought it would give me a creative outlet and a chance for self-expression that I just don't get in my normal day-to-day life. I hoped to complete the class by now, but life has a way of taking the best laid plans and screwing them up.
I've started several novels. I've written essays and short stories. I also started this blog. My highschool english teacher would be so proud of me. Now if I could just finish what I started. So in light of my recent procrastination, here I am at my keyboard typing this out. It is in defiance of the time restraints my life imposes. I want to write. I love to write. But my time seems to slip away and is gobbled up by other obligations.
By writing I've learned so much about myself, good and bad. I've made some new friends and lost a few old ones along the way. Not everyone understands my art, the drive to put the words on paper, the little piece of myself inserted into each letter typed. Some easily discredit the effort it takes, are unsupportive or basically uninterested in my hobby. I mean each of us are truly selfish creatures and really want it to be all about us. It's not enough to rejoice in another's success. In the words of the great poet, Alain Whyte, "We hate it when our friends become successful." That's another thing I learned by writing. I've learned the depths of love and forgiveness, the true ties that bind us to one another, the joy of laughter and the pain of loss. Writing has opened up new doorways and new vistas. My future doesn't seem so pre-determined now. Writing has given me a new outlook on the future.
So as next year approaches and another year slips away. I guess my goals, my resolutions for next year are simple: write, write, write.
I've started several novels. I've written essays and short stories. I also started this blog. My highschool english teacher would be so proud of me. Now if I could just finish what I started. So in light of my recent procrastination, here I am at my keyboard typing this out. It is in defiance of the time restraints my life imposes. I want to write. I love to write. But my time seems to slip away and is gobbled up by other obligations.
By writing I've learned so much about myself, good and bad. I've made some new friends and lost a few old ones along the way. Not everyone understands my art, the drive to put the words on paper, the little piece of myself inserted into each letter typed. Some easily discredit the effort it takes, are unsupportive or basically uninterested in my hobby. I mean each of us are truly selfish creatures and really want it to be all about us. It's not enough to rejoice in another's success. In the words of the great poet, Alain Whyte, "We hate it when our friends become successful." That's another thing I learned by writing. I've learned the depths of love and forgiveness, the true ties that bind us to one another, the joy of laughter and the pain of loss. Writing has opened up new doorways and new vistas. My future doesn't seem so pre-determined now. Writing has given me a new outlook on the future.
So as next year approaches and another year slips away. I guess my goals, my resolutions for next year are simple: write, write, write.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Married and Dating-Trips Down the Aisle
This week’s episode of Married and Dating features an unexpected trip down the aisle, new dining adventures and a double feature. Read on for the juicy details!
Here we are folks, the big holiday weekend. Hope you’ve all been having fun. My ever loyal hubby has been really sick. Yes, he caught it from me, but not without a full disclosure of my illness in advance. I will not take the blame for his current state, even if I have been making a lot of comfort foods this week to cheer him up. He is pretty happy about being off work, so the cookies I made were just icing on the cake so to speak.
Because of the extra time off, we had planned a date day. What is a date day? Why it’s a date that starts early in the day and ends in the evening. Nana had offered to watch the offspring for the day. Yipee!!!
Granted I thought my sweetie would cancel, but he stubbornly manned up and took me out. For those following our adventures, remember that I was sick last time and he promised me we could do whatever I wanted this time. (Flashback to the November Beer Edition for details of this promise.) It was my pick and I wanted to see a movie.
We got an early start on Friday. I always make a little extra effort on our dates to put aside my normal mom gear (sweats and sneakers) and actually try to resemble a woman, a sexy woman, a woman you’d actually like to be seen out with in public, a woman that isn’t picking baby food off her shirt or wearing the same wrinkled outfit from two days ago. Yes, folks I fixed my hair, wore my contacts and did my makeup. I also wore a new outfit, Levi’s that actually look good on me and weren’t ripped, a white v-neck sweater, my favorite silver hoop earrings given to me by Sarah F., and my favorite new shoes, red platform sandals, made from the softest, buttery leather available. I’m short, so heels are a must for me when we are going out. My favorite male even gave me a compliment, so the date was starting out just fine.
We dropped the kids off and made it to our first movie, an action packed epic end of the world piece. We found out that Ultra Star Cinemas in our area does a half priced movie for the first showing of the day and all day on Tuesdays. That is a good deal folks! While I bought the tickets, hubby ran across to the store and bought some M&M’s, because really what’s a movie without snacks, but who can afford $3 M&M’s now-a-days? Then we went in and picked a seat in an old fashioned non-stadium theater.
At first I was worried, during the pre-show the sound was off and I thought it was not going be very good, since the theater is obviously older, but the second the actual pre-views started the Digital kicked in and it was perfect. We munched on our candy and settled in for a great action adventure film, after a few bites though, the whole side of my head starts aching. Now with this virus, I’ve been experiencing weird sinus pain and even tooth/jaw pain. So, I dig in my purse for an Aleve and stand up to go get some water hoping the shooting pains in my head will subside. I take two steps down the aisle and trip and fall, landing on my hands and knees. I’m freaking out, trying to collect my self esteem and scrape my body up off the floor. I try to stand and twist my ankle, then take another step and almost fall again. A collective gasp is heard from the mainly older crowd watching the movie with us. I think many of them were blaming my foot wear choice, or wondering if I'd been drinking, while others were remembering that time their Aunt Betty fell and was never the same again. Whatever the case, I’d made enough of a scene and managed to make my way up the incredibly long aisle to the back without another fall.
As I stumbled out of the theater and into the light, I wondered why I’d fallen. Now my knee was hurt too, I really needed that Aleve. So I shake it off, get the water, take my medication and head back to the theater. As I’m standing in the back, I realized the aisle lights on our side of the theater were not on. That’s why I fell, I had no depth perception and I couldn’t see how steep the incline was. If I had been really hurt, I would have made a big deal to the management, but by the end of the movie, my knee was fine. I did however, point out the broken lights and warn the manager who promptly called it in for repair.
My husband said it was like a scene out of some silly comedy, where the hot chick is walking down the sidewalk, the wind blowing the hair from her face, licking her perfect pouting lips and then she trips. Boom! I have lived that moment. Let me tell you, it was not as funny happening in real life as it is watching it on a screen.
After that, the rest of the date was anti-climatic. We had a great late lunch/early dinner at Bare Back, a New Zealand Burger place on ‘E’ downtown. Friday is all day happy hour and they do these $2 wheel spins. We tried it twice hoping for beer, (cause you guys know my Dave and his beer) we ended up getting shots instead. Oh well, it was happy hour. So I got a share a shot, take a shot of Vodka and Dave got a surfer on acid, not our normal drink choices, but hey for $2 whose complaining.
Then, we headed two blocks over to Horton Plaza to take in a teenaged romance movie. Found perfect parking and got perfect seats, that is until the whole high school soccer team showed up and sat in front of us. Talk about rude teenage girls, several had already seen the film and were quoting it verbatim, others were texting, the glow from their phones causing much distraction to their neighbors and still others were loudly talking during the whole show. All I could think is maybe we should have rented this one instead and saved our money.
This episode of married and dating will go down in infamy as the time I tried to look my best, but ended up looking like a fool. Oh well, that’s just how I roll.
Here we are folks, the big holiday weekend. Hope you’ve all been having fun. My ever loyal hubby has been really sick. Yes, he caught it from me, but not without a full disclosure of my illness in advance. I will not take the blame for his current state, even if I have been making a lot of comfort foods this week to cheer him up. He is pretty happy about being off work, so the cookies I made were just icing on the cake so to speak.
Because of the extra time off, we had planned a date day. What is a date day? Why it’s a date that starts early in the day and ends in the evening. Nana had offered to watch the offspring for the day. Yipee!!!
Granted I thought my sweetie would cancel, but he stubbornly manned up and took me out. For those following our adventures, remember that I was sick last time and he promised me we could do whatever I wanted this time. (Flashback to the November Beer Edition for details of this promise.) It was my pick and I wanted to see a movie.
We got an early start on Friday. I always make a little extra effort on our dates to put aside my normal mom gear (sweats and sneakers) and actually try to resemble a woman, a sexy woman, a woman you’d actually like to be seen out with in public, a woman that isn’t picking baby food off her shirt or wearing the same wrinkled outfit from two days ago. Yes, folks I fixed my hair, wore my contacts and did my makeup. I also wore a new outfit, Levi’s that actually look good on me and weren’t ripped, a white v-neck sweater, my favorite silver hoop earrings given to me by Sarah F., and my favorite new shoes, red platform sandals, made from the softest, buttery leather available. I’m short, so heels are a must for me when we are going out. My favorite male even gave me a compliment, so the date was starting out just fine.
We dropped the kids off and made it to our first movie, an action packed epic end of the world piece. We found out that Ultra Star Cinemas in our area does a half priced movie for the first showing of the day and all day on Tuesdays. That is a good deal folks! While I bought the tickets, hubby ran across to the store and bought some M&M’s, because really what’s a movie without snacks, but who can afford $3 M&M’s now-a-days? Then we went in and picked a seat in an old fashioned non-stadium theater.
At first I was worried, during the pre-show the sound was off and I thought it was not going be very good, since the theater is obviously older, but the second the actual pre-views started the Digital kicked in and it was perfect. We munched on our candy and settled in for a great action adventure film, after a few bites though, the whole side of my head starts aching. Now with this virus, I’ve been experiencing weird sinus pain and even tooth/jaw pain. So, I dig in my purse for an Aleve and stand up to go get some water hoping the shooting pains in my head will subside. I take two steps down the aisle and trip and fall, landing on my hands and knees. I’m freaking out, trying to collect my self esteem and scrape my body up off the floor. I try to stand and twist my ankle, then take another step and almost fall again. A collective gasp is heard from the mainly older crowd watching the movie with us. I think many of them were blaming my foot wear choice, or wondering if I'd been drinking, while others were remembering that time their Aunt Betty fell and was never the same again. Whatever the case, I’d made enough of a scene and managed to make my way up the incredibly long aisle to the back without another fall.
As I stumbled out of the theater and into the light, I wondered why I’d fallen. Now my knee was hurt too, I really needed that Aleve. So I shake it off, get the water, take my medication and head back to the theater. As I’m standing in the back, I realized the aisle lights on our side of the theater were not on. That’s why I fell, I had no depth perception and I couldn’t see how steep the incline was. If I had been really hurt, I would have made a big deal to the management, but by the end of the movie, my knee was fine. I did however, point out the broken lights and warn the manager who promptly called it in for repair.
My husband said it was like a scene out of some silly comedy, where the hot chick is walking down the sidewalk, the wind blowing the hair from her face, licking her perfect pouting lips and then she trips. Boom! I have lived that moment. Let me tell you, it was not as funny happening in real life as it is watching it on a screen.
After that, the rest of the date was anti-climatic. We had a great late lunch/early dinner at Bare Back, a New Zealand Burger place on ‘E’ downtown. Friday is all day happy hour and they do these $2 wheel spins. We tried it twice hoping for beer, (cause you guys know my Dave and his beer) we ended up getting shots instead. Oh well, it was happy hour. So I got a share a shot, take a shot of Vodka and Dave got a surfer on acid, not our normal drink choices, but hey for $2 whose complaining.
Then, we headed two blocks over to Horton Plaza to take in a teenaged romance movie. Found perfect parking and got perfect seats, that is until the whole high school soccer team showed up and sat in front of us. Talk about rude teenage girls, several had already seen the film and were quoting it verbatim, others were texting, the glow from their phones causing much distraction to their neighbors and still others were loudly talking during the whole show. All I could think is maybe we should have rented this one instead and saved our money.
This episode of married and dating will go down in infamy as the time I tried to look my best, but ended up looking like a fool. Oh well, that’s just how I roll.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Married and Dating-November's Beer Edition
What can I say? My adventures as a married mom dating her life partner continue. In this months installment, you will find a sick woman, a group of revelers and Paul Masson.
San Diego celebrated it's first annual San Diego Beer Week. My husband, who is a home brewer with big dreams, was so stinking excited. He planned to attend as many events as possible during the week. The San Diego Brewers Guild had over 250 events planned during the week. Dave picked four to go to. I think he would have picked more, but he didn't have the time or the money.
Of course I couldn't go with him to four outings in the same week. I mean really, who would watch the children? Plus, I'm a wine drinker, so beer, although great with pizza and chili, is not my cup of tea. Really, I will drink a beer with a meal once in awhile, but I can take it or leave it.
However, I didn't want my hubby attending all those events alone, so I agreed to be his DD (designated driver) and go to a vintage beer tasting on Thursday evening. He was so cute, like a puppy with a new bone. It was adorable seeing him so excited about something.
What is a vintage beer tasting, you ask? The word vintage means old. Now old beer may sound bad to most of you. But depending on the style of beer and how it was aged, it may actually taste better the older it is. In fact some brewers are now manufacturing beers with the intent to age them, much like a fine wine.
Joey, the owner of South Bay Drugs in Imperial Beach, was hosting this event at La Bella Pizza in Chula Vista. South Bay Drugs is actually very famous for it's unique and unusual beer offerings. Joey is quite the expert when it comes to micro-brews. His event was limited to 50 participants and it sold out completely. The DD's got in free and got to eat free pizza.
We hired a sitter (Thanks LaMicha!) We were really looking forward to spending some time together. Our event was on Thursday evening, by Tuesday evening I have a sore throat. Now two of my kids and my mom have all been sick. I was hoping I was not coming down with anything. By Wednesday night, I felt like crap. I told my husband, "The only thing worse than feeling like crap is looking like crap!" I was not going to cancel on him. He'd already bought his ticket. I was going even if it killed me.
Thursday dawns and I have no voice. My normal Minnie Mouse voice sounds like a smoker of 60 years and I have a horrible cough. But I'm determined to muscle through the day. I try to nap. I take Day Quil and I hope and pray for the best. I clean up, dress up and hope to fake my way through date night. I pick up the sitter and we're off.
We get to the tasting event and Dave is like a kid in a candy store. At first there are no seats so we just stand in a corner while he sips his first beer sample. The restaurant had double booked the area and the first event hadn't cleared out yet. Finally, they left after entertaining all of us with their fight song (local football team.) Then the grown ups took over and spread out. It was a really nice group. Everyone was friendly and laid back. Many were table hopping and spreading the beer cheer. People had brought unusual beers from around the world to share with the group. Joey and his band of merry men and women shared tidbits about the various beers and gave additional samples out to finish up any leftover bottles.
The pizza was great but salty. Eventually I asked Dave to get me a drink from the bar downstairs. I figured one glass of wine early in the evening would not cause a driving issue later. So being a beer guy, Dave asks the bartender for a white wine. One sip in and I ask, "what is this?" He answers "I don't know." I didn't see the bottle she poured it from. It could even be from a box." I shudder. Box wine, yuck! I say in my best wine snob voice "This is the Coor's Light of wines." I knew if I made a beer reference he'd understand how truly awful it was. But it's not like the restaurant had a wine list. The choices were white, red or pink.
So suffering from a severe cold, drinking nasty wine and eating greasy pizza...while my honey is having a marvelous time drinking great old vintage beers with other beer dudes and dudettes. As far as date nights go, it wasn't my best. But like I told my hubby, the important thing for me is spending time with him.
Eventually though, my cold got the best of me and I insisted we take our leave. Dave was fine. I'd soldiered up and done my spousal duty and won a few wifely bonus points. He even promised as we left that on our next date night, he'd do something just for me. As we wandered out of the restaurant, we walked through the bar. The bartender was pouring someone a glass of Paul Masson wine. The Coor's light of wines....my wine, was a Paul Masson. Nope, that sealed it as officially my worst date night ever.
P.S. Joey and his group did a fine job in hosting this event. We would attend again next year. I think if I had not been sick, things would have been better. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Until next month...happy dating the one you love!
San Diego celebrated it's first annual San Diego Beer Week. My husband, who is a home brewer with big dreams, was so stinking excited. He planned to attend as many events as possible during the week. The San Diego Brewers Guild had over 250 events planned during the week. Dave picked four to go to. I think he would have picked more, but he didn't have the time or the money.
Of course I couldn't go with him to four outings in the same week. I mean really, who would watch the children? Plus, I'm a wine drinker, so beer, although great with pizza and chili, is not my cup of tea. Really, I will drink a beer with a meal once in awhile, but I can take it or leave it.
However, I didn't want my hubby attending all those events alone, so I agreed to be his DD (designated driver) and go to a vintage beer tasting on Thursday evening. He was so cute, like a puppy with a new bone. It was adorable seeing him so excited about something.
What is a vintage beer tasting, you ask? The word vintage means old. Now old beer may sound bad to most of you. But depending on the style of beer and how it was aged, it may actually taste better the older it is. In fact some brewers are now manufacturing beers with the intent to age them, much like a fine wine.
Joey, the owner of South Bay Drugs in Imperial Beach, was hosting this event at La Bella Pizza in Chula Vista. South Bay Drugs is actually very famous for it's unique and unusual beer offerings. Joey is quite the expert when it comes to micro-brews. His event was limited to 50 participants and it sold out completely. The DD's got in free and got to eat free pizza.
We hired a sitter (Thanks LaMicha!) We were really looking forward to spending some time together. Our event was on Thursday evening, by Tuesday evening I have a sore throat. Now two of my kids and my mom have all been sick. I was hoping I was not coming down with anything. By Wednesday night, I felt like crap. I told my husband, "The only thing worse than feeling like crap is looking like crap!" I was not going to cancel on him. He'd already bought his ticket. I was going even if it killed me.
Thursday dawns and I have no voice. My normal Minnie Mouse voice sounds like a smoker of 60 years and I have a horrible cough. But I'm determined to muscle through the day. I try to nap. I take Day Quil and I hope and pray for the best. I clean up, dress up and hope to fake my way through date night. I pick up the sitter and we're off.
We get to the tasting event and Dave is like a kid in a candy store. At first there are no seats so we just stand in a corner while he sips his first beer sample. The restaurant had double booked the area and the first event hadn't cleared out yet. Finally, they left after entertaining all of us with their fight song (local football team.) Then the grown ups took over and spread out. It was a really nice group. Everyone was friendly and laid back. Many were table hopping and spreading the beer cheer. People had brought unusual beers from around the world to share with the group. Joey and his band of merry men and women shared tidbits about the various beers and gave additional samples out to finish up any leftover bottles.
The pizza was great but salty. Eventually I asked Dave to get me a drink from the bar downstairs. I figured one glass of wine early in the evening would not cause a driving issue later. So being a beer guy, Dave asks the bartender for a white wine. One sip in and I ask, "what is this?" He answers "I don't know." I didn't see the bottle she poured it from. It could even be from a box." I shudder. Box wine, yuck! I say in my best wine snob voice "This is the Coor's Light of wines." I knew if I made a beer reference he'd understand how truly awful it was. But it's not like the restaurant had a wine list. The choices were white, red or pink.
So suffering from a severe cold, drinking nasty wine and eating greasy pizza...while my honey is having a marvelous time drinking great old vintage beers with other beer dudes and dudettes. As far as date nights go, it wasn't my best. But like I told my hubby, the important thing for me is spending time with him.
Eventually though, my cold got the best of me and I insisted we take our leave. Dave was fine. I'd soldiered up and done my spousal duty and won a few wifely bonus points. He even promised as we left that on our next date night, he'd do something just for me. As we wandered out of the restaurant, we walked through the bar. The bartender was pouring someone a glass of Paul Masson wine. The Coor's light of wines....my wine, was a Paul Masson. Nope, that sealed it as officially my worst date night ever.
P.S. Joey and his group did a fine job in hosting this event. We would attend again next year. I think if I had not been sick, things would have been better. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Until next month...happy dating the one you love!
Coffee
I'm one of those people who doesn't just enjoy a cup of coffee, I need coffee. The smell, texture, aroma and the feel of the warm cup in my hands, comforts and inspires me at the same time. I wake up just to drink that first cup. It is the sweetest best moment of the day, the half sip of caffienated love warming my lips, throat and belly as it makes it's way into my system.
Coffee figures predominantly in many of my memories. When I was a baby, my grandma would put just a little in my milk bottle with sugar and cream. I remember those bottles. When I was studying all night during Pioneer School, coffee made it possible to pull an all-nighter and still be awake during the classes the next day. When hubby and I opened our wedding presents, our friends had bought us a Krups coffee maker/cappucino machine. We wore it out! When my friends wanted to hang out, we went to the coffeehouse nearby to listen to music and play games. One of my previous employers used Starbuck's as a reward, giving me gift cards or showing up with my favorite drink to say thanks. Recently, my sister-in-law gave me a coffee maker as an anniversary gift. Coffee has always been a big part of my life.
When it comes to coffee, my preferences are pretty clear: dark strong coffee, slightly sweetened with cream. If the cream is flavored it must be French Vanilla. One of my old co-workers called my morning cup of coffee "Cake." I call it yummy!
I'm a creature of habit and drink out of the same cup everyday. It actually holds one and a half cups of joe. It features the painting of "Scream" by E. Munch. I'm a pretty happy person, so the contradiction of the angst on the cup to my morning sunshine is humorous to me. I'm a morning person, but coffee makes every morning better.
Who knows what future memories I will have while drinking a cup of freshly brewed coffee. So many family celebrations and mornings with my kids lay ahead. But I do know one thing:
"Life is too short to drink bad coffee, cheap beer and awful wine."
Coffee figures predominantly in many of my memories. When I was a baby, my grandma would put just a little in my milk bottle with sugar and cream. I remember those bottles. When I was studying all night during Pioneer School, coffee made it possible to pull an all-nighter and still be awake during the classes the next day. When hubby and I opened our wedding presents, our friends had bought us a Krups coffee maker/cappucino machine. We wore it out! When my friends wanted to hang out, we went to the coffeehouse nearby to listen to music and play games. One of my previous employers used Starbuck's as a reward, giving me gift cards or showing up with my favorite drink to say thanks. Recently, my sister-in-law gave me a coffee maker as an anniversary gift. Coffee has always been a big part of my life.
When it comes to coffee, my preferences are pretty clear: dark strong coffee, slightly sweetened with cream. If the cream is flavored it must be French Vanilla. One of my old co-workers called my morning cup of coffee "Cake." I call it yummy!
I'm a creature of habit and drink out of the same cup everyday. It actually holds one and a half cups of joe. It features the painting of "Scream" by E. Munch. I'm a pretty happy person, so the contradiction of the angst on the cup to my morning sunshine is humorous to me. I'm a morning person, but coffee makes every morning better.
Who knows what future memories I will have while drinking a cup of freshly brewed coffee. So many family celebrations and mornings with my kids lay ahead. But I do know one thing:
"Life is too short to drink bad coffee, cheap beer and awful wine."
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