unicorn dos and don’ts

Unicorns are in the news this week in a very big, almost sickening sweet kind of way. Please don’t ask baristas like my darling daughter how they really feel about that flavor changing, color changing, totally not made up Unicorn Frappuccino because they just might tell you. I would add too that you and I don’t need to chide them either reminding them that they should just be thankful that they have a job making our frappuccinos because frankly, every barista I have known…or have given birth to – times three…is actually mostly thankful making lovely caffeinated and sugary concoctions and greeting all who pass through – whether those whom they serve return the greetings or not. But, like you, like me, like pretty much every single human on the planet who has a job, some days the job just sucks and in order to convince ourselves to come back the next day to do it all over again, a person just has to vent…a little…a lot. If you have never, ever, ever hated your job and complained even just a teensy, tinsy little bit, well then I guess you get to be the unicorn who can tell a barista to shut up, be thankful and make that frappuccino now, dammit. But yeah, the Unicorn Frappuccino seems to be a big thing and just might be the most basic thing too.

I might be right.

Meanwhile, unicorns, that are the gingers, the 2% of this world, are not cannibals so we shall stick to our strawberries and cream, caramel cream and cold brews as we do.

After all, we need to be properly fueled for our unicorn-y, Spring Break-y, Mima and grand girls adventures.

Choosing THE song of the Summer because, sure it’s only April but, Summer is coming. Get ready. We told you here…today.

And creating,

as unicorns do.

Has it really been TEN years since I was last coloring and creating at Color Me Mine, now, in it’s new location known as Pottery Magic Modesto?

Oh my goodness! It has! It has been ten years. But honestly, I don’t have the time to think about that.

It’s time to pick up Uncle Daniel and yeah, we might be unicorns, but we just might be a little bit basic too, as we are taking selfies in the school pickup line.

Okay, one more because my grand girls asked me to.

again with the coffee in the cardboard cup

Are people really going to get pissy again over a Starbucks coffee cup? They are, they really are.

Honestly! It’s a cup!

A single line connects the figures. A coffee farmer, a family, a barista, friends embracing. A mosaic of more than a hundred people drawn in one continuous stroke is featured on a new Starbucks green cup.

The new green cup is available exclusively in U.S. Starbucks stores starting today (November 1), for a limited time while supplies last.

“The green cup and the design represent the connections Starbucks has as a community with its partners (employees) and customers. During a divisive time in our country, Starbucks wanted to create a symbol of unity as a reminder of our shared values, and the need to be good to each other,” said Howard Schultz, chairman and ceo.

Can we not, at the very least agree that is so much discord and divisiveness right now? I mean, come on now! It’s green; which last time I checked is indeed a part of the traditional Christmas color scheme of red and green, silver and gold. It is also November 2 today and we have, thank goodness, 53 MORE DAYS until Christmas.

Relax, y’all! Have a latte and wait until November 10.

photo credit: DasUberSquid

photo credit: DasUberSquid

…or at least until all the green cups are sold.

we’re going to title this “how I spent my summer vacation”

Back to school in our neck of the woods is fast approaching…TWENTY TWO DAYS!!!! So is my sister’s wedding and so is Jodie’s move to Arizona (SOB!) But until then, we have twenty two days left to try to have as much fun as we can and as we can afford because my sister’s wedding and Jodie’s move to Arizona is just around the corner. Meanwhile, since the beginning of June, here is where I have been three afternoons a week.

Sitting in the “Faux-bucks” in my local Target sipping an iced green tea while I write, edit photos, pin stuff on Pinterest, tweet, enjoy a podcast…especially this one because I know Kristen and she and Liz totally rock…and generally try to restrain myself from leaving the Fauxbucks to wander the aisles of Target and buy all the things while Daniel is next door at our local Sylvan Learning Center. Twenty tutoring sessions in and while I admit it hurts paying that tuition, I am so thankful for spending my summer vacation this way…and I guess Daniel spending some of his summer vacation there too. Suddenly my son is enjoying learning a little bit. Perhaps he will never be as excited about reading and learning as his nerdy mommy has been, is and always will be. But after his session with his tutor, he tells me all about nouns and verbs and pronouns and synonyms and homophones and vocabulary words….

HE.

IS.

TELLING.

ME.

He is telling me so much more than the standard “okay”, “we did math”, ‘we had an assembly” answers. He is actually enjoying learning and he is telling me about it.

Worth it.

So absolutely, completely worth it.

Plus I’m spending quality time in my local Fauxbucks, sipping my iced green tea while I people watch, write, edit photos, pin, tweet and catch up on my girls from Spawned.

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?

Honestly!

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.

Right?!

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!

 

 

 

 

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.

Right?!

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.