coffee in a cardboard cup

The trouble with the world today

It seems to me

Is coffee in a cardboard cup.

The trouble with the affluent society

Is coffee in a cardboard cup

No one’s ever casual and nonchalant,

No one wastes a minute in a restaurant,

No one wants a waitress passing pleasantries,

Like ‘Hiya Miss. Hiya Sir.

May I take your order please?’

The trouble with the world today,

It’s plain to see

Is ev’rything is hurry up.

It’s rush it through.

Don’t be slow…

It’s coffee in a cardboard cup.

~ Frank Ebb/John Kander

So much brew-haha over absolutely nothing really.

I really don’t care what my cup looks like. What matters to me is what’s in the damn cup.

As much as my clowns who were/are baristas tell me how awful it is to steam eggnog, I offer no apologies for being so happy that Eggnog Lattes are back…because yes, god loves me and wants me to be happy.


photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!


the people have spoken and, hallelujah, we have been heard

You don’t honestly think that I am talking about the results of the mid-term elections this past Tuesday? Please tell me that you know I’m not talking about that?


One-third of the American people who are eligible to vote turned Congress red and legalized pot and raised the minimum wage in several states and the District of Columbia. We’re going to have so much fun with that.


No, I’m not talking about elections and politics and red versus blue. I’m talking about coffee because it is blood.

When the perkiest barista told me that Starbucks wasn’t going to be bringing back MY holiday drink…the one that signals that it is time play Christmas music…the one that is one of many reasons why I participate in the Runner’s World Holiday Run Streak…the one that is oh so delicious and sometimes even more so spiked with a little brandy…the Eggnog Latte…I was truly disappointed.

I would have gotten really angry except for the fact she is so damn cute and perky and happy. Customers can’t help but love this barista, true story.

But I didn’t stop complaining because as much a some people love their Pumpkin Spiced Lattes (bleeccchhhh!) I loves my Eggnog Latte.

And clearly the voices of many like-minded people have been heard.

Thank goodness!





this week on the iPhone

I may not take as many pictures with my Canon as I used toand I should be taking more…still I manage to take pictures because there is always my iPhone close at hand and Instagram.

She really is a pretty little thing and not nearly as bendy as the haters say that she is.

Rain finally came to to the Valley and I did ask my darling husband if he would rather take the car into work in the Bay Area rather than the bike because I could easily get up at o’dark thirty to take Jodie to work and then go home to sleep until it was time to take Daniel to school. No big deal. Jodie would have a triple latte ready for me when it was time to pick her up.

No was his answer.

He got soaked.

Oh well!

The morning after the rain is the best when everything is so fresh and clean…except the mom-car.

Oh, and sunrises as I leave work in the early morning are the best because, yes, I worked! I worked callback which is even better!!

The sunrise view in my mirror reminds me that my day is done…as soon as I drop my son off to school.

This son, my favorite son, who every day, all the time reminds me how lucky I am to say that I am his mom!

But LITERALLY the most exciting thing happening under the Big Top this week was these salt and pepper grinders.


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the waiting

And the question on Facebitch, er, Facebook today is: how many people will you get behind in the drive thru at Starbuck’s instead of parking and going in?

We all been there at one time or another. We all have found ourselves stuck in what seems to us to be an ENDLESS line in a drive-thru.

OMG! The waiting! It just might kill some of us I am sure…like my facebitching friend.

So do you have a limit? Three cars? Six? Twelve?

On Facebook it would seem that six is just too much…and fodder for judge-y shaking of one’s head as they park their car and get out to go inside to get their latte. Twelve or more is just absolutely, positively ridiculous. Ain’t no one got time for that.


But then again parking and getting out with two or maybe three or, oh dear god, FIVE kids to go inside might give one pause; especially if kids in car seats are involved. It also will guarantee that the family-size police will jump all over that…extra points when it is the vice principal of one your kids’ schools because he’s like the captain of the family-size police.

Or perhaps the weather outside is frightful and the seat warmer in your car is so delightful.

Maybe you just finished a 5 mile run and , well, you’d rather not share that sweaty, stinky, hot messiness with anyone…that is if you sweat so bad running five miles or more that you look like a salt lick. It’s a public service you are performing. You are welcome Starbucks’ customers!

You just might be THAT mom who drops the kids off at school while you are STILL in your jammies. No one needs to see that…except your favorite barista. Y’all know they can see all of you in the car as they hand you your order? The former baristas I birthed have told me stories. Oh dear glob! And my favorite barista loves to tease me when I do manage to put on clothes.

Oh, and then there is  my favorite barista. He handles that twelve-plus car line like nobody’s business while the counter guy is still trying to figure out how to spell your name on the damn cup. Just in case you were wondering, counter guy never spells my name right. But my favorite barista knows what my favorite drinks are and will often just ask if I want it hot or cold. I pull up to the window and it is there ready for me. Counter guy, on the other hand, would be asking me to repeat my drink order to him…for the third time…because a non-fat white mocha, no whip, two pumps raspberry can so freakin’ complicated.

Then there are the times where I just enjoy sitting in the long drive thru line. I have come to appreciate the time in the line to just be still, not be in such a hurry and to just get lost in my quiet thoughts and meditations.

I’m thankful for the waiting sometimes.

Bonus when everyone is paying it forward…okay except when the guy behind me ordered four drinks and pastries.