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Random PostsOctober 1, 2011
It’s time for this week’s Scavenger Hunt. 1. Inspired by a Book or Movie 2. Brown 3. Hazy 4. Coffee or Tea 5. Linger 1. Inspired by a Book or Movie One of my favorite movie scenes recreated staring my dog as Roger Thornhill. 2. Brown Brown horse wearing a brown halter peaking over [...]
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Behind every successful woman is a substantial amount of coffee. ~Stephanie Piro
At the Starbucks, today:
Me, holding a bag of whole bean coffee.
Young barista, with a big smile on his face.
Me: Hi, could you please *blink* *blink*…
Barista: You want to get this coffee?
Me: Yes and could you please…
Me: I am sorry, I cannot remember the word for it. You know, that thing you do so I can have coffee.
Barista: You mean brew?
Me: No, between brewing and this bag, you know, you have to do it. There is a word for it but I am drawing a blank.
Barista: You want to pay for it?
Me: Yes, off course. But before I take it home you must do something with your machine that will help me use it. It’s not roast, but similar.
Barista: This coffee is already roasted.
Me: I know, I know. Freshly roasted. And packed. Says so on the bag. But then you open that cupboard and you put the beans in and voilà…
Barista: Are you French?
Me: No, I was born in Slovenia.
Barista: How long are you visiting Washington?
Me: I am not visiting. I live here. I am just old and cannot remember the word, OK?
Barista: Well that will be $15.98.
Me: OK. But before I go, can you turn these beans into powder so I can use it in my espresso machine. Please??????
Barista: Sure, I would be happy to grind them for you.
Me, thinking: GRIND!!! TristokosmatihzajebanihGRINDdatejebem!!
Last night we reached a mile stone. We were at the table and Little J was putting on a particularly unbearable rendition of The Dinner Party. We lost our patience and did what our parents would have ages ago. Send him to bed without dinner. OK, we gave him an option to eat it first but he chose to go hungry. For all of you wondering, we only summoned up the courage because it was pizza night. We figured no kid walks out on pizza. Well guess what. Mine did! With a winning smile. At one point he turn around and I thought he was going to thank the Academy and all who believed in him and stood by in the past year of his one man act.
Well we felt kind of important so we celebrated late into the night. Husband in front of television and me in front of computer eating ice cream and looking smug. I admit feeling bad deep inside. I worried about karma and Little J blaming me for everything twenty years from now in therapy, but all and all there was a sense of achievement. Before you know it we only had a few hours left till dawn.
What follows I am sure you know. Little J woke up hungry much earlier then appropriate for Sunday, the day of rest. There was no cuddling in bed or lazy getting up. He had his socks and slippers on and demanded waffles. So I had
cups of coffee before I could function. We spend a lazy day on the beach building something that never became anything and watching the world go by. So without further ado these are some snapshots to keep you busy while I catch up on my sleep. Feel free to be a bit jealous since pictures won’t clearly show my miserable state. Signing off…