happy national coffee day!!!!

In honor of National Coffee Day, which officially ended 16 minutes ago...

 

I shall share a few pics of what i do. yes, i am a barista.

we do lots of stuff on our job.

so much stuff, i might have to start a new blog just for barista junk. barista insanity, i could call it. 

but for now, i'm too exhausted from working the closing shift, then grocery shopping the lonely aisles of kroger, all after a long day of homeschooling one kid and carpooling the other one back and forth. 

so for now..just a few images.  the beautiful ones of perfectly pulled espresso shots,

the yummy drinks that are concocted from them..

and a small glimpse of the other dirty work that has to be done, too.

my favorite part of this job?

tasting the goodies, for free! 

like these seasonal pumpkin scones with loads of icing, mmmmmmm!!!

and of course, washing them all down with a hot cup of dark roast.

black, of course.

happy coffee day!!!

comic relief

that awkward moment in church when a tall man exuberantly stretches out his arms in worship and his hand grazes the bald head of the short man beside him.  #excusemethatsmyheadyou'refondling #ohgodletmerunoutrightnowbeforeipeemypantslaughing

fresh air in, anger out

would rather be boxing right now,
or beating somebody up,
like roundhouse-kicking somebody in the side of the head, BAM!!
shin to the neck, POW!!  front of the foot to the nose, CRACK!!
(just kidding of course, me? aggressive?? naaaahhhh...yeah i know, right?)
but running will have to do.
gets the anger out.
(#beangrybutsinnot  #yeahyeahyeah)

..so far so good. haven't knocked anyone out yet. 

then i see this as i run down a hill, and i have to back-pedal, run back for a double-take. 

wow! this super cool old VW hippy van!  wow, how i'd love to just strap on a surfboard to the top, hop in and cruise down to Playa Tamarindo, Costa Rica!  yeah just sweet talk those ornery border patrol guys in El Salvador, NIcaragua...hey can't stop now, surf's up!

i should've been born a west coast hippy.

oh well.

yeah, an escape would be nice. 

at least running with my music helps me escape for a little while.

my favorites from this morning's playlist:

in your eyes by Sara Bareilles (acoustic)

&

i still haven't found what i'm looking for by U2

run done.

anger mostly out...

and its void

rushes in the old  realities again

and the fire of anger

becomes the cold ice of sadness. emptiness.

how much longer lord?

Inchworm

This has got to be the cutest inchworm i've met in a long time. His name is Freddy.

lil ol me

just little old me

in my little old bed

my little old head

reality of my oldness

old fogey reading glasses

bed before ten

what's next

a walker, wheelchair, 

slurping prune juice

buying a pretty urn

from which to shake out my ashes

upon the shark-infested waters

it won't be long now...

Kitty spooning

My sweeties. (I'm jealous)
#spooning #cuddling #love

Kitty poop roulette

so here's the deal.

my lovely kitties love to sit wherever they please, and we, the humble human servants of everything feline, allow them. one of their favorite seats: the kitchen table.  gross? maybe. but really, for us, it's no big deal. it's no, big, deal.. (sing it, katy perry: "It's No. Big. Deal. !!!) haha,ok,nevermind..

so i'm leaning over the table here this morning to check something on my computer...

...and all of a sudden i smell something REEEEEEEEEaallly BAAAAAD.  as in, uh-oh-time-to-clean-out-the-kitty-litter-box BAD.  so i dash to the other room, and to my horrified dismay and fear of what's coming next, i notice something awful:  the litter box is clean. unsoiled. no treats.  i'm afraid to answer the following question:  then WHY did i smell such a strong smell of poop?  i tiptoe back to the kitchen, and YUCK!!!! there on the souvenier placemat i'd gotten in puerto rico was a warm.

brown.

um, fragrant?

NUGGET!!!

gross! puke! yuck! get the disinfectant!!!!

so of course i become the biggest germophobe in the world, scrubbing that thing with lysol, but a lingering, disturbing thought festers in my brain: how can i ever eat off this thing again, knowing that my cat, you-know, "soiled" it???? 

so i do what any clever cunning mother would do, i clean up ALL the placemats, spin them around, mix them up on the table, and VOILA!!  Now NO ONE will ever know which one of these placemats had kitty-do on it.  sound fair? ha! and i'll be sure to tell everyone who sits at this table, that there's a 25% chance that you are eating off a placemat that was once pooped on.

yep. kitty poop roulette.

and if you're offended by all the poop humor i share from time to time, i'm sorry. (or not)

that's just how we do, do, do-do-do-do... (get it??? doo-doo??) ha!

lunch time!!!!!