I have a special guest here with me today at our Coffee talk. I am going to interview her and see what insight she has on life:
1. What is your favorite thing about the coffee shop? Umm. Chock-lick milk. This is not the coffee shop. The coffee shop is the one we went to with baby Aiden (Northside Social. hahha. She knows a real coffee shop when she sees one)
2. What is the hardest thing about life? To clean up my stuff
3. What are your life goals? What is life goals. (I explain) Oh to play and to go to Massanutten.
4. What is your biggest fear? What is fear mean. (I explain) Oh- monsters and snakes. I feared to do swings. (She is really afraid of swings)
5. What are you most excited for this year? For spring. No. For winter. I so excited to do spring but it’s not spring yet. What is it now?
Oh if life were that simple. Happy Fat Tuesday!
The first snow of the season is happening right now. My friend A. who lives in the great Jackson TN, made me take this mug when we went to brunch together in Kansas City. It is from a great place called First Watch. I have every intention on returning it
lying. The mug is heavy and little and I love it. I have been sick for a few days and haven’t gone to work and I feel the same crappiness today. I threw away a bunch of things yesterday. I love getting rid of stuff. I like to blame my dad who keeps every newspaper article with anything related to sports and to my mom who still has my Halloween costume from when I was 3. (Now…it did come in handy and Bailey wore it 2 years ago but that is besides the point). I am afraid my children will have no memories unless they are uploaded to a hard drive somewhere. I have taken in more sodium these days of being sick, thanks to the gallons of chicken broth that have been slurped, than I have had all year. I feel like I can now float in water. Time for a few fun facts before I get ready for work…as if you cared…
*I think swedish fish are disgusting!
*We are doing a felt Christmas tree this year
*I have received one Christmas card so far. There was no money, no picture, no Christmas letter. I don’t understand.
*I love old pieces of luggage
*I am planning a little get-a-way for when I am official single 🙂 I am thinking about the Northwest US.
*I own 3 pairs of black shoes. I do not own a pair of black pants.
*I notice a woman’s teeth, eyebrows and nails. I notice a man’s teeth, hem of their pants and socks.
*I ate a half dozen oatmeal cookies yesterday. Random things I added to them were: pomegranate infused craisens, cardamom and orange extract
*I hate horseradish
Happy 9 days till Christmas!!
How long has it been since a coffee talk?! I am at Broadway Cafe in Kansas City right now. Such a lovely place. There are about 12 people here not including myself. Only one person has a computer open. Everyone else is reading or drawing cartoons. No cell phones are out. I see no designer labels. No glasses of wine. Americano’s, bike helmets and awesome leather satchels are around me. Billy Holiday is the music choice right now in this place. I am obviously in a foreign place. I love this place. This culture. It is such a different culture. I love the simplicity of life here. I love that the local coffee shops out number the Starbucks. I love the lack of traffic and that I always find the coolest vintage dresses here. I love my family and my friends here. I love that on my way here, I saw a man with a sign that said: “JOKES 25cents”. I love that, while on the Plaza today, a man came up to my friend S. and I and starting rapping to us. He was the most terrible of rappers and I think he should look into another profession. I love all the food that I have stuffed into my mouth. I love that I could buy a coffee mug with change. Yes, It was 35 cents. I love that you can buy things with just cents. It’s like I went through some time travel machine. I love that you can listen to other peoples conversation and it will almost always be in English. I love that there are BBQ joints within a 5 mile radius. I love that it takes 15 minutes to get anywhere. I love this place. This culture. This people.
Its an all new coffee talk. I am not drinking coffee now and really feel like I should get one just so that I can properly call this coffee talk. I hate to say it but I am not sitting at my usual Northside Social in Arlington. I am sitting at Panera in Tyson’s corner mall. I already miss the coffee shop and the people. I miss all the employee’s and all my little quirky people that I got to write about. I start today at my new job which is Nordstrom. I am really pumped about it. I do, however, need a new wardrobe for the job so feel free to mail in donations for that. The lighting in here is a bit terrible. I just ate a chocolate covered biscuit. Y.U.M.
There are way too many people in here to blog about. I think I might just pick out a few that stand out and let that be the coffee talk. Already, I am bored of the khaki pant and blue button down with the sad, blue tie, brown shoe, brown belt. I am wondering if it is actually a uniform for the government worker. If it is, then I really need to speak to someone higher up.
There is one lady that stood out to me. She sat at one of the 4 tops for those of you that have never worked in the restaurant industry, a top is in reference to how many seats. So if you have an 8 top, that means you have 8 people seated. You could sit a party of 6 at an 8 top. Or you could sit a party of 2 at an 8 top but you wouldn’t want to do that. You would just sit them at a 2 top. And I digress with her son who looked about 4 years old. She was wearing a large salmon colored long sleeve shirt and it sadly swallowed her extra small frame. Her son, sipping his organic chocolate milk and dipping those processed chicken nuggets in a little pool of ketchup, kept looking up at her, pleased with the way he was dipping. The woman, however, was preoccupied with her nine dollar tub of greenery to even notice his excitement. She stabbed some greens, looked blankly at the kill, and shoveled it in the opening of her boney face. This process continued.
It seems like forever since the last coffee talk. Did I mention that I love this coffee shop? I have been here everyday this week so far. Today I decided to try the Strawberry Almond scone. That was a good decision. Another good decision I made today….doing stairs at the high school. My legs will be mad tomorrow for sure. Nothing like hitting the stairs hard going up and doing squats on the way down. 🙂 Sweet torture.
Alright. Coffee talk. Here is my scene:
Well, I just moved seats. I just sat in that seat to take the picture and the girl that you see in the pic behind me kept looking at me like I was taking a picture of her. Narcissist. The scene has changed a bit since I took that pic. We now have 8 folks outside. There is a girl at the table in front of me who has a funky haircut and color. It has orange (bright orange) and blonde and brown. It is short but a bit of it is pulled back in a little bun. She has on cool yellow shoes and is eating a scone. Her left nostril is pierced. She is ready a book called Twelve Ordinary Men (maybe disciples???) and her sunglasses are on her head. She seems to be waiting for someone.
The guy who has the wrap thingy on his head. It is dark green. He is drinking Pelligrino and seems to be writing or drawing. He is drawing. He keeps looking at me. I wonder if he is drawing me. Narcissist. He had good scruff and is wearing a black v-neck. Dark jeans and Adidas shoes. He is thinking a lot. I wonder what he is drawing……
There are 2 girls eating grilled cheese. Well, one is. the other just has a latte. There is an older woman close to me who is just on her phone. I think she is waiting for someone.
Digress…I love when people look around as they are waiting for someone. It is as if they want to make sure that everyone knows that they are not at a coffee shop by themselves. The look to the left. A quick glance to the right. iPhone check. A quick fumble in the bag and repeat.
The other people have left. That is it of the coffee talk.
Can I talk about the road this week?
Ummm. I guess it’s a holiday weekend and everyone from all the other states decide to come here. I am desperate to see a Virginia license plate. I wish there were a manual for all those not from Virginia/D.C so that cars would move a bit more smoothly when times like this occur. Oh the out-of-towners. They just crack me up. They stick out like a…well…they just stick out like crazy. They slow down our busy little world. They order slow. They drive big huge vans. They have lots of children. They don’t know what to do when the toll plaza comes up. They panic when a decision on the road needs to be made. They are the least efficient people. And they should be. Right? They are entering a new world by coming to our crazy metropolitan area. I am not mad at them, I just suggest that they get a manual when they cross states lines so they know what to do in situations like ordering a latte and how to pay at one of the Pay-to-park spots.
So…are you suspecting that someone drove really slow in front of me or someone took way to long fixing their coffee or someone took an eternity to pay at the parking spot? Yes. all of these happened today. Maybe we Nova/D.Cers need to use this time with the “foreigners” as an opportunity to learn some patience….
But maybe we don’t.
Maybe we need to welcome the Michigan and Carolina plates with open arms and be gentle and kind.
But maybe we don’t.
Every time that I have gone to a foreign country, I am first given lessons in the culture and I get a booklet of the do’s and don’t. I am told in Cambodia to not show the bottoms of my feet and not to look men in the eyes and I am warned, when going to Mexico, to not drink the water and not travel outside of the home by myself. SO….why not get prepped for travel to our area?
It does seem like a foreign country to those who are from small towns and we have do’s and don’ts.
Until legislation passes the bill to have booklets passed out at the “borders”, I guess I will just have to use the situations that I am presented with as teaching opportunities. I will extend grace to the man who takes up the entire counter to “doctor up” (that is what my dad says) his coffee and squeeze in, showing him that, the space that 1 “foreigner” takes up is equivalent to 4 spaces for us locals.
It’s my birthday month.
I was sitting inside for a bit but quickly got my iced americano and came outside. The guy I wrote about a few weeks ago who was sitting outside will his Pelligrino and reading The Uncanny was here today. He is on a new book now and was sipping Pelligrino. Also, the man with the perfect facial hair and macbook pro is here too. He is sitting inside and I said hello to him as I walked in. He is wearing a salmon colored shirt, cool jeans, nice brown shoes and looks like he got the new iPhone because he has been on that thing since I got here. R., the Pastry Chef, is here and looks like the Chef’s are in a little meeting outside. R. let me enjoy some almonds that he made which were perfectly enveloped in a sugar coating. Mmmm.
When I came home from work last nite, I was desperate for chick peas. Why? I have no clue. So I made a chick pea curry thing. YUM!!! I can’t tell you what spices I put in it because my spices are from my Nepali neighbor and there are, of course, no labels. So, if you like chick peas, here is the “recipe”:
*1 can chick peas
*some leftover stuff from the pizza I made the day before including: jalepenos, turkey bacon and chicken
* fresh ground pepper
*dark brown spices
*medium brown spices
Brown the onions with delicious EVOO (extra virgin olive oil).
Dump in can of chick peas
Dump in other stuff
pour in the liquid from the can of chick peas
Add the spices
Medium high heat
Then reduce to simmer
So maybe my future won’t involve writing recipes. But let me tell you. It tastes AMAZING.
I have decided to get in the best shape of my life.
I am cutting carbs (not as many pizzas for me 😦 ) , taking my vitamins, eating really well and often, and doing crossfit workouts. I feel great! I have a goal in mind and I plan on reaching that.
I know it will take a lot of hard work and discipline but I’m ready. Did I make vows to August? I don’t think I did. I want nothing to do with the month. Thank God it is almost over.
Did I mention that my birthday is in September?? I think it is the greatest month. My last birthday was terrible and the year that followed was, well, the most difficult one yet. I am pumped for 28 and this next year. If you have clicked the “FOLLOW” button on my blog then thank you. If you remain anonymous then that is fine too but you could click the follow button 🙂 That’s all folks.
Listening to Charlie Parker. Enjoying an iced latte. It is warmer than I like but I didn’t get the usual txt from God asking me what degree I would prefer him to set the thermostat at today. He must not have unlimited texts.
to my left, 3 white girls, all dressed completely different than the other. One in a bedazzled brown skirt with a brown bedazzled belt, those weird boots that are peep toes and sandals all in one. those just confuse me. it is as if the designer started with a boot concept and WHOOPS. we just ran out of pleather….so…do we just make it a sandal? then some goof said YES!! Brilliant!! I, however, do not think it is brilliant. It is just confusing. She is also wearing a brown top. She is a white girl but seems to have just got back from a month in the Caribbean due to her skin that is browner than mine. She looks kinda like a glorified Hershey’s bar. . She is drinking champagne. It is 4:00 by the way. The girl to her right seems to have just gone for a run. A bold number 13 hugs the back of her freebie t-shirt. Nike workout short in grey and pink, Asics shoes, leopard print glasses. Red nails. High ponytail with chunky blonde streaks. She is on her phone and telling what seems to be a very important story. The last wolf in the pak is in white shorts, a grey tank and flip flops. She is sipping champagne as well and has on brown glasses that are bigger than her tanned face. She has on a silver watch and a turquoise ring on the opposite hand.
There are white 2 men a few tables up. Both in khakis that make me bored just looking at them. One is in a yellow button down with a brown and orange hat and sun glasses. black shoes. black belt. black socks. black brief case. yawn. The other man is in a blue button down and he is a large man. They just got up and it took the larger blue man 3 strikes before he was out of his chair.
There are 2 more men at another table who look to be hispanic. I won’t talk much about them because I would rather talk about the black man who was sitting at the table in front of me. He kept looking at me as if we were playing a game where I was whispering his name and then looking down at my computer as soon as he heard me. I was not, however, whispering his name. I did not know him. I wondered if he knew that he had ink all over his shirt.
A guy just came out and sat down in front of where the wolf pak is sitting. He was here yesterday and we sat by each other and as I was desperate for an internet connection, I asked him if he was having trouble connecting to the internet as well. He said he was and that it had been like that all day. He has a macbook pro and now he is reading a book but I remember his mac from yesterday. He is drinking iced tea now and he has on reading glasses with orange side thingys why can’t i think of what the part of the glasses that go behind your ear are called… He looks to be from some foreign land but I can’t guess where. He has long hair combed perfectly into a low ponytail and a face that is carefully framed in facial hair. He looks smart and I bet he plays and instrument. Probably guitar. He looks like the type to ride a bicycle places and to hate corporations and probably be vegan. He is in a blue shirt, dark blue jeans and cool brown shoes.