I was ready! My longtime companion, stood empty for the second time, awaiting the bold-rich-frothless-brew. Long story short…I was having a party and was awaiting the arrival of my longtime friend and consultant up-line. My guests would be arriving about an hour later for my Launch Party. My longtime friend texted me, in a pleading manner, to have coffee ready for her.
“Me have coffee ready!”
Well it has been a long time and we have only recently reconnected. I told her I would have a latte’ for her.
Once she unloaded and we set up the display…it was time to relax and enjoy the simple concept of being together with a good cup of coffee. My guests started to arrive and as much as they love coffee I knew to have tea ready as well as juice. “One even came in with her specialty coffee…decaf!“. BUT!…that was not the end of the coffee story. “Coffee Takes Center Stage!”
I have told you how much I love coffee…many times! I have told you how many of my friends love coffee…many times! Yet, how many times have I told you that I understand using coffee to cleanse the scent pallet? Because of the type of party it was I was prepared and placed the rich aroma filled container on the table. My guests perused the table filled with platters of scents. “The tingling noses found the personal favorites as the wish lists began to grow.” The fragrances began to smell the same as I remind them to experience the cleanse and hand them the coffee container.
“That’s two uses of coffee!”
We rotated around the table as we laughed and enjoyed the stories from our friendships. “These were friends from different parts of my life…and none of them had ever met before!” I reached over and introduced the last platter of scents.
“Use number three!”
“Did y’all experience this fragrance called “Coffee Tree”?” “No…pass it over!”, “Really…Sounds wonderful…I love coffee!” I giggled on the inside as I passed the scent around. My friends were as giddy as I was about coffee! Coffee stories circulated between us as we inhaled the bold-rich-scent sample.
Long story shorter…If memory serves me correct…I believe everyone ordered at least one of the Coffee Tree fragrance bars. I even mixed it with a spicy blend of grapefruit and oranges. WOW! “You guessed it! I know what scents I am buying!”
I love my coffee and love to exploit the rich aroma every chance I get.
“Hmm…I may need more coffee to help my grammatical deficient sentence structure!”
I promise to work on my grammar while I enjoy my next latte’…and as I head off to face the rest of my day. I will keep my eyes open for other uses for coffee…after all…Coffee Takes Center Stage as I try and function day to day? I hope you accomplish everything you set out to do today.
Have a great day!
Oh the joys of Friday…yeah, who am I kidding? I have already cancelled an appointment today because of the to-do list carry overs. The good news is that no doctors or dentists were set for the calendar today. There is no money to go grocery shopping today…”I am a little bummed about that, but I can do with what I have…hopefully!” Yep…nothing to do but play catch-up!
First on the list was to contact a service to remove the pesky pest using its vicious, monster claws, in my attic. I called the service I had used before and unfortunately, to no avail, did not hear back from them…”You’re cut!” So being the type of person I am…(please keep your chuckle filled thought about the type of personality to yourself!)…I quickly investigated the surf-able subject to find another critter collection service. I called the number provided before 7 am this morning in hopes of leaving a message. “It just rang and rang.” But wait… there is light at the end of this tunnel…I just answered my phone and guess who it was! Yippee! “We will have someone out there today!” Now all I have to do is wait!
Techno-geek (number 2 son) along with my 19 year old camped out at the local AT&T store last night after arriving about 7:45PM. The funny thing about this was that mom…hehe…told them to take a couple of chairs because they may not be able to sit n the truck all night. “I would have been a great Boy-Scout!” Sooo…about midnight we, hubby and I, got a phone call saying 19 year old was coming home to get chairs while number 2 son sat at the door. It seems that while they were the first in line…like they have been for the past iPhone releases…there was a definite increasing presence of those with similar desires. As I am typing this post the store has opened and my son is probably holding the new iphone5 in his hot little hands. They will be home soon enough…Now all I have to do is wait!
No real cleaning to do…
Wait…can this be true?…
With only three people in the house for the most part yesterday and dinner for only three there was light clean up and wipe down…done! Before I went to bed! I even cleaned the disposal in the sink!
“Let me just say this is a concept I could get used to very quickly!”
I will gather the few items from my room, shortly, to add to the load of laundry ready to be started and change my sheets…but that is about all I will need to do. “What is a girl to do with all this time?” I know silly me…there is always something that needs to be done…Now all I have to do is wait!
Who knows…my money could show up today and I could add grocery shopping in later today. Until then I could tweak my grocery list by putting a “C” for coupon next to specific items. I started my monthly menu list yesterday and could go through the list making sure everything needed is on my grocery list. “There is the Boy-Scout thing again!” What? A mom is always prepared….right?
Well I should go get dressed and finalize preparations for the Critter Retrieval Swat Team! I may have time to fix another latte’ before they arrive. Would you like a cup? If so…how many shots? I would be happy to fix one for you….Have a great day!
With my list of chores already laid out before me today I receive this picture of a friends vacation spot. I simply replied…Jealous! I Would Rather Be There in that place by the sea! The fresh salty air and the mist from the breaking waves as they crash against the white sand. But I grab my coffee and continue with my day! I am not finding any solace in my daily doldrums. I need to escape! Don’t get me wrong…I love being a housewife and taking care of the castle. I just need to get out past the walls of the fortress…by myself…and breathe in some fresh air. I know…I know…I got out last night when I went to church. I will get out again on Sunday morning. Maybe I should have titled this post…”My Pity Party!” I will leave in a little while and search for a useful wedding gift for my niece. “Her wedding is Saturday!” Once that retail exploration is complete I will return to the castle…and clean!
The floors of the castle are laden with traveler’s dust and collections from their journeys….(translation)… The floors are covered in the tracked in dirt from the boys and the dog along with scattered debris, like clothes and balls and water bottles and doggie toys, as they came in. The movie images of the servants sweeping the castle’s dirt floors was hilarious to me as a child. Sadly…that is the way my floors have been lately. I know they are not dirt floors…but with the constant pollen and laying down of new mulch comes yard work which leads to a constant flow of mud and grass throughout the house.
The boys have their chores (which all seem to fall on me) that are completed during the day. With their new schedules and revolving door routine the chores never get done. My youngest…well he can’t be expected to do them all and he would forget to do them anyway. Besides…what beautiful Queen would want to live in a dirty castle! This Queen will not have her King come home to a dirty castle…he would not be happy! We are not a poor kingdom…but the concept of servants only exists in dreams. The shinning of the marble and crystal must be maintained. The polishing of the silver is not an everyday activity. The Royal Gardens are still under seasonal construction and will be completed in the summer. The ever present plague of dust must be removed by hand and Pledge. “A fresh scented Pledge dusting spray not a vow!” A short solitary escape is what I desire…I Would Rather Be There!
Walking along the shore as the sun’s glow touches my skin. The sound of the waves fills my senses and drowns out all other interruptions. The warm water covers my feet as the loosened sand embraces my toes.
Snapped back to reality as I sip on my latte’! Two have already left and two prepare for their day. I will soon be alone…able to accomplish what needs to be done. Is there a nap on that list? Funny, I always want a nap but never have the time for one. I will need to keep moving this morning to avoid stiffening up like a suit of armor in the castle halls. I moved the wrong way yesterday and twisted when I should have bobbed. The pain will fade…”I hope!”…as I continue my Royal Itinerary.
I should add a visit to the Royal Baker to my list…(the local Panera Bread) for my free Mocha refreshment! This will be a pleasant addition to my retail exploration. I peeked at the bride’s list of treasures and have a idea of a wonderful gift. “I received a very large oversized bowl when I got married and use it all the time.”
My stomach growls increasingly as I wonder if the Royal Cook has any brown sugar oats. Wait…I am the Royal cook…time to fix my breakfast. Do you want to escape? Where Would You Rather Be? For the time being…this Queen will continue on the path in front of her…until the King gives her some funds from the overflowing Royal Treasury. Ah! There lies the rub! The Royal Treasury is lacking and has not been overflowing for quite a while. Oh well! Have a great day!
I looked like a two-fisted drinker this morning. With cup in hand I continued to drink the leftover brew as I fixed the two steaming lattes to start the day. I don’t know why I had my first cup with me…perhaps it was my Asthma relief…it was odd when I realized what I must have looked like. Just One More Cup of Coffee!
For some reason the cup seemed part of me. You may be thinking…she has an addiction problem. If that’s the case…so be it! I will continue to enjoy this “Heavenly Brew” as long as I can. I recently watched the movie “The Bucket List” which had many coffee related references. I laughed again at the description of the preferred coffee bean and the true source of the blend. I reminded myself to buy a can of Chock Full O’Nuts…because of the logo!
I must confess, that with the economic downturn, I have been buying the coffee that was on sale…you know…CHEAP!. I miss buying my Starbucks blend for my coffee pot. “I still buy my espresso beans from the local Starbucks and have them ground in the store.” I will let you know what my taste buds think of the Chock Full o’Nuts brand.
Maybe the reason I find myself reaching for “Just One More Cup of Coffee” is so I don’t have to drink water. 8 glasses of water a day…well I do drink a lot of water throughout the day on top of the coffee…so that is not the reason. My sons are accustomed to seeing a cup either filled or being used throughout the day. “That’s mom’s cup…leave it alone!” I have started using my big 20 ounce commuter cup instead of personality designed mugs. “The coffee stays hotter longer.”
My friends are the same way…whether a commuter style cup or personality mug…leaded or unleaded (regular or decaf)…a cup is never far from their hand. I would love to see a picture of their favorite mug or coffee cup…it really says a lot about a person. I have several favorites…one being from Margaritaville. It is brightly painted with these words…”The weather is here…wish you were beautiful!” Okay..so maybe it was not meant for coffee… I should get my friends to send me a pic of their favorite cups and include mine…I would definitely show off those pics.
Well it is looking like a busy day ahead…I have time for “Just One More Cup of Coffee” before I am thrust into the full gale force winds of my Easter preparations. What are your plans for the day…weekend? Why not take a few minutes and ponder that question over “Just One More Cup of Coffee!”. Have a great day!
The gentle sounds of the crickets fade giving way to the shuffled songs, from my iTunes favorites, as my morning alarm breaks my sleep. I rise and reach for a sweater or sweatshirt! “My husband likes a cool house…I usually have my fuzzy socks on my cold feet daily.” I make my way to the hall, leaving the door cracked, in case my furry companion wakes up, and head down the stairs. I move through the darkness, in a haze, and reach for a cup…pour…zap…mmm, Coffee! My routine! This daily schedule seems automated but comfortable. “I could probably do it with my eyes closed…but who wants to clean the possible mess?” Let’s Keep It Routine!
We set up routines to make things flow in our scheduled day. Routines can be a teaching tool for a child: tying shoes, brushing teeth, washing hands…peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I made lunches everyday for three boys…it was quite the symphony! The boys were thrilled that I remembered who liked mayo and mustard and who didn’t. “They were a little picky!” As they got older they were given the task of making their own lunch… When we adopted a little seven year old boy…things changed! The boys had started making their lunch, by themselves, when they were 10, 9, and 6! “Don’t worry..I was right there.” There were days that mom had to step in and make lunches because of the bathroom rotation or the chaos surrounding the sock basket. “Ah..good times!” The boys were all in High School, with one graduating a month later, when our youngest joined the family. He was seven years old with no concept of routines. The routine making of lunch became a screaming fire-drill. “Sadly it was our routines that had to change.”
It was easier to make it for him and sometimes one of the other boys would step in and make it for him. I would be helping him get dressed…or tying his shoes…well your get the picture. He was quite the handful and still is! He had been allowed to dictate what he wanted from how he dressed to what he wanted for lunch. He told me, on several occasions, to get him a Happy Meal from McDonald’s and bring it to the school. “That demand was met with laughter and a motherly No!.” He got upset and fought us every morning when we were making his lunch. The assortment of lunch meats and cheeses were not to his liking. The chips were not his favorites…and the cookies or snack cakes were smashed in his book bag when he got home. If this did not work then something else needed to be tried.
He has been making his own lunch for two years now. We scheduled the preparation of his lunch when the last of his brothers left for school. This gave him the entire kitchen to move haphazardly through as a solo act. No conflicts or clashing of Titan wills…just a 9 year old. We also did away with the lunch meats and gave him his own jars of Peanut Butter and Jelly. We have kept it simple for him…everything he needs for his lunch is in plastic, Tupperware like, containers. Cookies, plain chips and gummy snacks. Let’s Keep It Routine!
He talks to the peanut butter and jelly as he spreads them on the bread and places the sandwich in the bag. The messy counter top, covered with peanut butter and jelly, is still an issue. “We are working on how to be neater.” He talks to the animal crackers as he parades them individually into their bag. He retrieves the semi-frozen juice from the freezer and places it in the lunchbox with child-like dialogue. “It is very noisy in the morning!”
The asking of ridiculous questions mimics the second hand as it ticks. “Do you know this person?” “How do you say M E D I C I?” These questions were asked this morning. I stop doing my morning routine and glance at the page just above his little finger…”That is pronounced Med i chee.” Of course it was already broken down for him in his book…he just gets very impatient. He has his chores, like the boys had at his age, that he can never seem to do in a timely manner. On Mondays he gets up 15 minutes early for several reasons. Garbage day…husband’s work schedule, get organized from the weekend…you know how it is. He sets himself up for an Epic Fail daily as he chats with himself and sings and dances through the kitchen…plays in his room instead of brushing his teeth…pulling treasures out of his shoes before putting them on…then realizes the time and heads out the door. Chore are left undone…”Guess who gets stuck doing them?” He is not the only one who does not do his chores…I had to take the trash bag from the kitchen to the garbage can in the garage this morning..then take the garbage can and recycling bin to the street. You guessed it…the 21 year old son forgot to take the can to the street last night. Yep! Daddy was not pleased about that. Granted he was busy doing something important for the family business last night so that the item could be shipped out today. But come on! I have to laugh here…he just came down the stairs in a panic to take the trash out… “He heard the recycling truck come by and it woke him up!”.
Why do we have routines? As adults the question seems ridiculous but, a child needs to have them to function as an adult. What a vicious circle! Want clean socks that are easily found…wash them and fold them and put them away where they belong. “What a concept!” If you don’t want peanut butter and jelly all over your fingers when you pull the sandwich out of the baggy then don’t make a messy sandwich. “Right!” I know that if I want that first cup of coffee, and do not want to wait, I must make sure there is coffee made at night. “A pot is made before my husband gets home every night.” Let’s Keep It Routine!
Does it make me a bad parent if my morning routine revolves around finishing the chores not completed or done at all? “I hope not!” As I write this morning I am aware of the things that lie ahead of me…my routine with the added items on my list of To Do’s. This is a busy week of practices…final preparations for our Easter Music on Sunday Evening. This means my schedule will be altered significantly and, barring any unforeseen incident, things should go smoothly. I am down to the last of my latte’ and will set about making a second one in a few minutes. The house is still presentable on the surface. I will spit-shine and polish after dusting the various ceiling fans. “I hate this chore!” I really should put on a hazmat cover-all for the ceiling fans! “I wish I knew where all this pesky dust came from…I would love to send it back…COD!”
So I am off to the rest of my day…secure in my little corner of the world. I apologize if you see my life as mundane in nature…no I don’t…I love my life and it’s fire-drill tempo. Let’s Keep It Routine!
What are your routines? Do you find yourself doing things without thinking about it throughout your day? “Me too!” Speaking of routines…time for another latte’! Have a great day!
Here we are! Another rain soaked day is just outside my window. There is a thick layer of a ghostly fog floating against the brown grass in my yard. The flag moves gently, in the slight breeze, shaking the tiny rain drops from their resting spot. The cars splash by on their daily course leaving tread marks against the wet asphalt. “Rainy Days are Wonderful Days!”
I am not crazy to feel this way…I am relieved to have this scene in January. It beats the sun shinning brightly and the temperature in the 60-70 range. The rainy, foggy day gives the onlooker the wintry feel and the opportunity to excuse yourself from outside activities. I was going to walk the track at the park close by but, I should stay home and catch up on household duties. This is a perfect day to put on my music, of choice, and whisk through the house making the best of what time I have. There are times where a book and a blanket are all I need on days like this. “Not today!” I am sure I will find things to fill my time…the refrigerator needs my attention and the counter-tops could be cleaned and sealed again. The little jobs that always get over looked are the ones I have in mind to complete today. “Rainy Days are Wonderful Days!”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a lovely poem called “The Rainy Day”. He talks of the dreary nature of rainy days and how it tears the soul, draining cheerfulness from the weary heart. He then brings it back, in sermon like tone, and says [“Be still sad heart and cease repining. Behind the clouds is the sun still shinning. Thy fate is the common fate of all. Into each life some rain must fall.”] The sun is still shinning and will shine again soon. Till this happens I will make the best use of what I have. Make it a good day and it will be a good day. Why let the rainy, dreary day drag me down to the depths. I am able to enjoy every day!
“Rainy Days are Wonderful Days!” Enjoy this time of solitude and silence. Make it a special day, not bothered with a hurried and sloppy journey. Take time for self! “I will start with another lovely latte’…after I iron my son’s pants for his job interview.” What? I am a loving and nurturing mom…and he has not figured out how to iron correctly yet! HEHE!