Note: I've really never had a pet so spending time with one is rather exciting.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
He's Baaaacck!
Sweets periodically dog sits and I've come to realize that I love this little cute/ugly dog....his name? Spud! He's great! I swear I'd subscribe to a dog timeshare. Anywho....here's my little friend and he's here for a few days. YAY!!!!!!
Note: I've really never had a pet so spending time with one is rather exciting.
Note: I've really never had a pet so spending time with one is rather exciting.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Tales Of A Coffee Lover
There once was a girl that fell in love with coffee. It was an accidental love that stemmed from the cold, barren cattle corral-esque cubicles at the telemarketing office where she worked. She knew little about coffee, short of it's warmth and abundance. She would add mounds of sugar and creamer, until the fertilizer taste diminished leaving a sweet, tolerable substance. As she transitioned from telemarketer to temp, she ended up in a myriad of construction offices, where coffee was the mainstay.
Years later, this girl got an internship at a PR company downtown. The boutique style office boasted a minimalist design and wealthy clients. It was as though the door triggered a Proletariat force-field that kept all things "common" at bay. Coffee Pots included.
The office temperature was at a constant 68 degrees. This preceeded the advent of snuggies, so what was a girl to do? One day, the girl noticed the account managers systematically dismissing themselves from the office and returning with these curious white cups, with green mermaid labels, and some kind of cardboard apparatus encasing the cup. She did some digging and came across a company called Starbux.
A closet nerd, at best, this girl casually questioned one of the account managers on his drink of choice. He said: "Caramel Macchiato." She then pulled up the Starbux website to see what that entailed, then to get a feel for the sizes (tall, grande, venti...hmm-odd), and how best to order. After which she too dismissed herself and ordered a cup of warmth that was acceptable in the land of the bourgeoisie. From then on she was hooked. Always factoring coffee runs into her budget, she was able to maintain this love for years on end. When her university opened a Starbux at the midpoint between the metro station and her dorm, she shouted for joy. Many an evening, making the trek in rain and snow, she would stop to welcome the moment of warmth and savor the pleasant jolt of caffeine.
Now, curiously enough. This girl had never owned a coffee pot and had never made coffee at home. She recalled her parents drinking coffee, always instant, and it never had the same appeal. Not to mention, as is common practice in Jamaica, coffee (and tea) are blended with condensed milk, not cream and sugar, so the experience was never the same.
Nearly a decade later, this girl decided to give the coffee pot a try. Figuring it would be cost effective and practical, she purchased coffee and cream and decided to tackle this ritual on her own. Now in all honesty the coffee wasn't as much fun without the experience of ordering it from a bustling coffee shop, but once the realities of working two jobs settled in, and the short nights of sleep took over, the joy of walking steps to the kitched and getting a caffeine fix outweighed the need for a coffee experience.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. This girl receives a curious phone call from her brother that her coffee pot had been broken. To which the girl replied, "they sell replacement pots, just purchase a new one." The brother, smacking on food that he had just purchased said, "I don't have any money." To which the girl replied, "find some." The girl's mother addressed the issue some days later and announced that she was "ready to upgrade to a new coffeemaker." Even though the girl was watching her mother mix instant brew in her work mug, she decidedly conceeded and backed her mother's desire to 'upgrade' the coffee maker.
It is 2 weeks later, the cream purchased 2 weeks ago, remains unused, the new batch of coffee which made only one pot before the machine was broken, remains in the refrigerator summoning staleness as the moments pass. The brother, determined to showcase his uselessness, sleeps his day away. The mother, rushing forth to work, spills a smidgen of her instant sludge on the girl's paper as she leaves. The girl sits listlessly in front of her computer wishing for a cup of coffee.
The End.
Years later, this girl got an internship at a PR company downtown. The boutique style office boasted a minimalist design and wealthy clients. It was as though the door triggered a Proletariat force-field that kept all things "common" at bay. Coffee Pots included.
The office temperature was at a constant 68 degrees. This preceeded the advent of snuggies, so what was a girl to do? One day, the girl noticed the account managers systematically dismissing themselves from the office and returning with these curious white cups, with green mermaid labels, and some kind of cardboard apparatus encasing the cup. She did some digging and came across a company called Starbux.
A closet nerd, at best, this girl casually questioned one of the account managers on his drink of choice. He said: "Caramel Macchiato." She then pulled up the Starbux website to see what that entailed, then to get a feel for the sizes (tall, grande, venti...hmm-odd), and how best to order. After which she too dismissed herself and ordered a cup of warmth that was acceptable in the land of the bourgeoisie. From then on she was hooked. Always factoring coffee runs into her budget, she was able to maintain this love for years on end. When her university opened a Starbux at the midpoint between the metro station and her dorm, she shouted for joy. Many an evening, making the trek in rain and snow, she would stop to welcome the moment of warmth and savor the pleasant jolt of caffeine.
Now, curiously enough. This girl had never owned a coffee pot and had never made coffee at home. She recalled her parents drinking coffee, always instant, and it never had the same appeal. Not to mention, as is common practice in Jamaica, coffee (and tea) are blended with condensed milk, not cream and sugar, so the experience was never the same.
Nearly a decade later, this girl decided to give the coffee pot a try. Figuring it would be cost effective and practical, she purchased coffee and cream and decided to tackle this ritual on her own. Now in all honesty the coffee wasn't as much fun without the experience of ordering it from a bustling coffee shop, but once the realities of working two jobs settled in, and the short nights of sleep took over, the joy of walking steps to the kitched and getting a caffeine fix outweighed the need for a coffee experience.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. This girl receives a curious phone call from her brother that her coffee pot had been broken. To which the girl replied, "they sell replacement pots, just purchase a new one." The brother, smacking on food that he had just purchased said, "I don't have any money." To which the girl replied, "find some." The girl's mother addressed the issue some days later and announced that she was "ready to upgrade to a new coffeemaker." Even though the girl was watching her mother mix instant brew in her work mug, she decidedly conceeded and backed her mother's desire to 'upgrade' the coffee maker.
It is 2 weeks later, the cream purchased 2 weeks ago, remains unused, the new batch of coffee which made only one pot before the machine was broken, remains in the refrigerator summoning staleness as the moments pass. The brother, determined to showcase his uselessness, sleeps his day away. The mother, rushing forth to work, spills a smidgen of her instant sludge on the girl's paper as she leaves. The girl sits listlessly in front of her computer wishing for a cup of coffee.
The End.
Really?
Now....I'm watching this video...watching....waiting for the action to happen...I see dollars....I see an outstretched hand to a fan in the crowd.....I see someone on stage who is thinking "hey,I'm on stage with Pitbull whoohooo"...then I see him get punched dead in face.....
1. Who in the hell goes to a Pitbull concert?
2. Who in the hell still throws money? Can they throw it in my BOA account?
3. Has no one seen the AKON concert footage? Why are people still hype to get on stage?
4. Why in the hell did Pitbull not break his stride in the song? Was punching someone something that they practiced?
5. Who in the hell goes to a Pitbull concert?
Just wondering......
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Moving on the Mind
Based on the goodness of the trip, Sweets and I have to check out the Dunwoody Area.....More on this later.....Gotta get work situated......Don't get the party favors out just yet, but get them ready.
Update on ATL
Sorry I abandoned you with the conclusion of the trip.....It was a blast! And we ended up doing the proper amount of junk food consumption and lounging. I'm exhausted today, but that is to be expected.
I'll leave you with some more pics of the foolishness....
I'll leave you with some more pics of the foolishness....
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Today's Plan? ATL Bound
So...many posts back I hinted that Sweet's bday location had changed....I don't know if I ever updated that. We are going to Atlanta to bring in his birthday right. Ana, Dreezy, Podmate, Phi, Brew, Ash, Esteban, Kimmy J, Boogie, Smokey, Sweet's Home Skillet Dimps, Kandi, etc. etc. all seem to be on board. I don't really have any details outside of the date(July 17-19)....so this trip is 1 part visiting Podmate for her post B-day celebration AND 1 part planning for the July extravaganza.
Today's itenerary involves checking out some hotels (we are branching our from our beloved Westin) and ironing out some other venture points. Midtown, Buckhead etc. oh and of course I need some Atlantic Station time in my life. For some reason I love that place. Why? Because the design is what WPB's downtown district was supposed to be like...Hmmm...boy did that fall short.
Anywho....More to come.....In the meantime...here is my 'fish face' as my chariot(aka the Brewmobile) transports us to the city.
(sidenote: I don't know if my joy is oozing through this post, but I truly LOVE Atlanta---I wish Sweets was here, I'm missing him!!!!!!!)
Today's itenerary involves checking out some hotels (we are branching our from our beloved Westin) and ironing out some other venture points. Midtown, Buckhead etc. oh and of course I need some Atlantic Station time in my life. For some reason I love that place. Why? Because the design is what WPB's downtown district was supposed to be like...Hmmm...boy did that fall short.
Anywho....More to come.....In the meantime...here is my 'fish face' as my chariot(aka the Brewmobile) transports us to the city.
(sidenote: I don't know if my joy is oozing through this post, but I truly LOVE Atlanta---I wish Sweets was here, I'm missing him!!!!!!!)
Day 1 Foolishness
Ok so the best part of yesterday, besides seeing Podmate and Phi....was learning how to play 'Scene It' on the X-box! I'm so competitive and hate to lose so getting my a&& spanked twice(gasp!) was pretty terrible. However, the game was so much fun, it was completely worth it!
Honorable Mentions in yesterday's foolishness....
1. Peaches
Honorable Mentions in yesterday's foolishness....
1. Peaches
Every Athens/ATL trip involves an obligatory trek to Peaches(there is no better way to start a trip) .....Good Southern Food....Good People......
(This is pre-nap)
Jase, Brew, and I didn't quite make it through the whole movie, but what I saw was cute. Podmate, is a trooper through and through, no nap for her..LOL!
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