Oops!!!

That moment you look in the mirror (the big reveal) and realize you bought the wrong shade of hair dye!!! #omg

Feline's greatest Fear

My cats have a fear/fascination relationship with the vacuum cleaner : Either they bolt like lightning the second i turn it on, or they perch in a high place and watch wide-eyed, hair raised, & ears perked as it creeps menacingly towards them.

Welcome to Starbucks...

May i take your order?

My new look!!!

Walking home from work

Stopped to say hi (honk!) to some feathered friends.

more interesting customers

Working at Starbucks has been quite the adventure so far. I could go on about this, and maybe I will start using this "everyday" blog to record just random fun things that go on there, things too long to tweet and not deep enough to "ping" on sonar.

Tonight's interesting customer was someone I recognized from either last night or sometime recently... but tonight it was his shirt that started a conversation. His shirt had the logo of the boxing gym I attend, and suddenly I recognized him as the new trainer who was just featured in a video on facebook with him taking hits from a girl boxer. I've really been wanting to join this more focused boxing "team" at the gym, and so I was happy to talk to this guy more about it. He's the trainer for it, and he specializes in taking hits, so whether I choose to get hit myself or not, I can still hit him as much as I want! What fun! They train 3 nights a week, and it would cost a big chunk of my Starbucks paycheck each month to be on the team, whether I choose to compete or just train to fight. Hmmm. If my life weren't so complicated right now, this would be something to consider. Still tempting though.

And I wonder what "the Boss" of the club would say if he saw the fattening piece of coffee cake this guy ordered. The club owner is always preaching about the virtues of vegetarianism, juicing, organics, and the motto, "eat clean, train mean".

Just another day in my everyday. goodnight.

 

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Cat poop

<p> My cats can be dead-asleep in napland, but as soon as I start cleaning their litter box in the other room, they are all over me, literally, investigating the process.  What's the big deal? It's just your old cat poop.</p>

<p>And why am I blogging about this? Because it's a bit too inappropriate and not funny enough to tweet, has nothing to do with Barista Insanity, doesn't fit the warm-fuzzy Facebook image....so I guess I need to create my own social media page for dumb daily occurrences that don't fit anywhere else online.  A blog for stupid stuff. and cute stuff.  like this squirrel out the window with a huge nut stuffed in his mouth, as he stares at me through the glass and twitches his tail like he's saying, "i dare ya to knock this nut out of my mouth!"</p>

<p>another day.  will find another place to squirrel away these silly thoughts that have nothing to do with anything or any real deep meaning.  just because i love the sensation of my fingers rattling this keyboard on a sunny october day.  and now my cat-nap instinct is kicking in.  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!</p>

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