Who knows.

I applied to Barnes & Noble, yesterday. I'm actually really excited about the idea of working there. Then again, I can get excited about anything (true story. I'm very easily pleased.)  The more I thought about it, I figured it would be a better first job. I mean, it seems pretty clear that the Starbucks door just isn't open to me, yet, and when I look at it objectively, it is a pretty ambitious first job (you know what I mean.) It's not that I don't think I could do it, I do. At least, I think I could. I'd like the chance to try. BUT that's where it gets sticky. I can't "try" at a job like that. It's a real-world job. People don't want to hire someone who just has a "good feeling" about their potential abilities to memorize a zillion recipes, and do whatever else is required for the gig. Not that the demand is less at B&N, but it's certainly different (I applied for the Cafe and the Store, SO there's still a chance, if I get hired, to work in a coffee shop.)

The manager told me yesterday that I might hear from them today, and if I don't I can call. Which I will, believe you me.

Ever since I watched You've Got Mail for the first time, I wanted to work in a book store. So really, I'm not giving up on anything. I'm dusting off an old dream. We'll see. It was really exciting to be able to write down on my application that I'm available from open to close, basically every day.

Oh! So, I got a random yext from my friend Ashley yesterday. She asked if I would come visit when Allix went up there, if she bought my ticket as an early Christmas gift. "No, Ashley. I hate everyone and would never accept a free train ticket." NOT. I was like, "How could I NOT visit?" So. I'm going to see some friends in October. It makes me happy. Hopefully it won't hurt my chances of getting a job. The Lord knows. His will be done.

That's Ashley, Allix and me :) I like them lots and lots.

 

So, that's my life. I'm sleepy. I should nap while the kids are napping.

Proof that there is a God, #50684673

Look, folks. I know not everyone believes in God. I know that some people require big miracles to even come close as proof of there being a God. I understand. You have that right. But let me tell you, man. There is a GOD. From the big to the small, from the intricate to the simple, He is REAL and He has every single thing under control. He will guide you in the absolute perfect way if you just say, "Okay," and trust Him. Blind trust is hard. It's harder when you haven't been able to trust anyone, ever. But I know that I know, without any shadow of a doubt that God is real, and His love for us is perfect, and His attention to the details of our lives is focused. He is a personal God, who will laugh with you, cry with you, correct you, listen to you, talk to you....He is there, and He's not a joke. He's not mean, He doesn't play games with our emotions. He takes us seriously, even when we're being ridiculous. Why? Because He CARES. He cares about EVERYTHING that you care about! He wants the absolute BEST for you. He wants nothing less than perfect for you. No, life isn't easy, and people hurt us, and sometimes those wounds go deep. Deeper than we would ever dare take anyone. But God knows, already. He saw it. And He cried when you cried. He was filled with vengeance when people were unjust against you. He smiled when you smiled. There is no where that He isn't nearby. He is always waiting for you. As long as you breathe air, there is the chance to follow Him and become His child. He never stops calling out to you. 

HE CARES. More than the person who loves you the most on this earth. And that person might love you a LOT. But He loves you more. And his love isn't flawed. It's true, forever. He doesn't turn anyone away, ever. No matter what you've done that haunts you; that you know is wrong, but continue with anyway. He is always ready to say, "Welcome. I'm so glad you came." And He helps us. Things take time. Becoming like Christ is not an instantaneous thing. As long as you just say, "Okay, Lord. I don't know much, but I know I want to follow you, and become like Jesus," HE will do the work in you.

Philippians 1:6, He will finish the good work that He started until the day of Jesus Christ. You just have to be willing to let Him start.

And no. I had no idea that this would turn into me preaching a salvation blog post. I just wanted to tell you that the Lord worked out our second car situation. We have a second car coming. For free. It has issues, but someone has said they're going to help pay for them. I applied for another job today, at Barnes & Noble. Turns out the manager is talking to the hiring manager tomorrow, and she told me to call tomorrow afternoon, if the hiring manager doesn't happen to call me first. 

I TOLD YOU GUYS that I was expecting a car to show up in front of our house. AND IT IS. HA! I told you so! "Oh, no, that's crazy. Blah blah, don't get your hopes up, blah blah." NO. It is happening, so THERE. Is it crazy to believe in love at first sight? NO. It's not. Because God is all about doing impossible things! Because HE CAN. He can do impossible things because He is GOD for crying out the freaking night!

And yeah, I know. A car. Big deal. Um, yes, actually. Would you believe me if I told you that things are coming together EXACTLY the way I saw in my head months ago? That my babysitting job, acar, another job...they would all start falling together around the same time. AND THEY ARE.

SO THERE. Because Jesus loves me.

This is a part of me.

My mom suggested to me a few days ago to blog about why I don't date. It's true, I don't.

At the time, I didn't feel like it was time, but I've been thinking about it fairly often these days (I go through phases of feeling like a super empowered single woman, to being like, "Meh, I don't have a man. Boo."

I'm not really either, my current status is "trusting the Lord," and "not being afraid to respond."

Okay, well, first things first. I made the choice to not date back when I was ten or eleven. I read a handful of books, one specifically about courtship, and (of course) Joshua Harris' "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" (which I eventually came to dislike as a reference because...you can't kiss dating goodbye unless you've dated. Irrelevent to my life.)

I'm not 100% sure what first struck me about courting that made me declare, "I'm never going to date!" Knowing me, it was probably the notion of there being ONE person who was infatuated by you enough to dedicate themselves to you right away with the intention of marriage.

That is probably why when I've had crushes on boys, I thought I was going to marry them..because I wasn't going to date multiple guys. There is only one out there for me. And we're going to get married. That's that. I'm still kind of like that, to a point, but my crushes are few and far between these days.

So it makes me a little quirky, that's okay. I've been happy. For a while in high school, my choice was reinforced because guys didn't give me a second glance. "Oh, no wonder I'm not dating. No one wants to date me!" But then again, I was also the most closet extrovert ever. I'd show you a picture of me from high school, but it's too embarassing. *shakes head* Because let's be honest: looks matter, to a point.

Moving on. it was easier to be a "non-dater" back then because really, none of my friends were dating. And then I went to college, and met more quality men than I had known in my tiny homeschool bubble (sorry, guys) and in Bible college, it's inevitable that everyone is going to marry each other. Who liked who and who heard from the Lord about whom was THE hot topic.

That last paragraph didn't make a whole lot of sense. Either way, we weren't allowed to date at Mount Zion, so my choice to not date was further encouraged. Of course, we always find ways to get around rules, don't we? Not always to an extreme (expecially if you're me). I don't think that story will ever be told on the internet.

And then by my last year in college, friends started getting engaged, married, pregnant. Eengaged, married, pregnant...and me? Very single. Always very single.

There were times when being single was more challenging than others. It's an area that the Lord has done a lot of work in. It's also an area that the Lord has really kept me in. For whatever reason (the Holy Spirit), I would be able to remind myself that it was worth it to wait. It was worth it. I wouldn't regret it. The Lord wants to give us the best, we don't have to go looking for it.

Yadda, yadda. Well, sometimes it sounded like yadda, yadda. Repeat things to yourself enough times and tell me it doesn't get old once in a while!

This past year has been a big learning year for me. What I really believe concerning the Lord, and my Christian walk. Figuring out what I'm really looking for in a man (and let's be real, as great as most of the guys were that I've liked in the past, there was always something that didn't jive that I couldn't think myself past.) Becoming confident in who I am as a person, and as a woman. Figuring out what I want to do concerning work and education. I just haven't been sure until now.

I went from being an insecure homeschooler to a sheltered Bible student...there hasn't been a lot of time for this kind of introspection by way of life experience. Being put in situations and being able to analyze it.  I'm behind, I'm sorry!

Anyway. My non-dating standards. They've evolved a lot, and they're kind of unconventional and impossible. I've even had argumments with my mom about them being too much. I don't know when it was that I became such a believer in the impossible. I just decided at some point that I can believe God to do anything if it's His will, and if it isn't His will, He will let me know because He doesn't play games with us. Anyhow, here:

I have always said, and wished (despite my actions back when I was really impatient and immature,) that someone will just be drawn to me. I don't date. I can flirt and respond to certain actions, but I really can't do too much about the gradual, "we've been together for a while and I think I know that I want to spend my life with you" thing. I want someone to "see me across a crowded room," as it were. To just be intrigued enough by me being me. Not by trying to get their attention, not by saying or doing the right things. By living my life. I know, it sounds insane. How can two people get together, let alone married without some kind of trial period? Well. Don't ask me, I don't know yet. I just believe it can happen.

It's in the Bible. Genesis 24, I think. Isaac sees Rebekah over the hill, and then they get married.  She was persueded to come and marry him by the Holy Spirit. She didn't know what his favorites things were right away. She just knew that he was a godly man and went with it.

And I'm waiting. I've seen too frequently the consequences of dating and I don't dig it. I don't want to deal with drama of not being sure because of failed relationships. I just want to know.

Sometimes I don't want to wait. Waiting is hard. Especially when everyone and their sister is getting hitched. Within the past two years or so, I've had...over ten people (not counting both people in the couple if I know them both, which I do for the most part,) get married or enganged. Most of those have been within the year. Only one couple I know got married in 2010. I believe. SO. It's all around me. It's challenging. But it's also encouraging because certain couples (Zeke and Kiaya, for example,) are incredible examples of people who are literally made for each other. I use them as examples for people all the time. They are literally hand crafted by God for each other. If they were with anyone else, it would be a mistake. The same is true for other couples, but I know them the best, so it's different. The same can be true for me. There is someone out there who is perfect for me and I am convinced to wait for him.

And to keep waiting. And to stay busy. That's new for me. Before, I was like, "Berpader, not in a relationship, I'm not doing anything with my life." Not the case anymore. I'm trying to stay busy. I'm seeking the Lord. Because really, He hasn't brought me together with "The One" because I'm not ready. And he probably isn't either. God's timing is perfect, I'm convinced. But I'm rebuilding my walk with the Lord so that I CAN be ready.

We have to do some of the work for things to happen in our lives.

I trust God. And God is faithful.

Well, I know that most of this has been a blur of me rambling, but hey. It's my blog. I do what I want. You chose to keep reading, if you made it this far. Thanks.

Love Square

That's a phrase I just coined a little while ago. Similar to a Love Triangle, only there is someone for everyone. "Well, what's the conflict? Sounds like everyone wins." Ah, but you see, each person in the Love Square is with the wrong partner. That's the conflict. "Okay, fine. What's the solution?" The solution is that they all get a clue and get with who they're meant to be with. Duh.

Anyway. These are the kind of things my mother and I talk about. We laugh.

Have you met my cat, Pudge? Technically, he's my dad's cat. My cat was Cinderella, and she passed away.

He's a beautiful cat. I mention him because he's sitting not far from me and I have to pet him every once in a while because he is irresistibly soft. Unfortunately, his claws are Raptor sharp. He's also kinda dopey, and my dad sings songs to him, but...he's wonderful. I'm his favorite.

When my mom gets off the phone, I'm going to take a deep breath and follow up with Starbucks about my interview. I really want that job. Pray that I get it. Just a quick, "Lord, let her get that job." You can pray it in your head. Real quick. Now.

Thanks :)

Way-ull..............I don't have too much to say these days. There isn't a whole lot going on. That's okay.

I like Train.

Just sayin'. Musically, they're very enjoyable. Vocally, they're not bad. Lyrically, I've mostly heard love songs, and I have no beef with that. I think my favorite song is "Drive By."

*sigh* Today. If there was ever an example of "the worst day ever" in my life, it would be today. Mostly the first part. The second part wasn't "bad", per se, but it was tainted by the first.

I know that the Lord has purpose in all things, and He places us where He wants us, and He puts things in our hands and tells us to deal with them in a Christ-like manner. But this? I want to throw it on the ground and run away. Unfortunately, running away is impossible.

And yes, I suppose we came to a conclusion, ultimately, but that doesn't mean it's been worked out through my heart and mind yet.

I don't even really know what it is that's so challenging. For whatever reason, I am fighting it hard. Mentally, emotionally...I am kicking and screaming, almost literally. And you know? I always wondered what people meant when they said they kicked and screamed through something the Lord put before them. I would think to myself, "Have I ever done that? Nothing's been that bad..I don't think.."

Now I know what it's like. Sure, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, but reaching that light is 100% dependent on me and my willingness to obey. With each step of obedience is a step forward to the light.

Yet, I fight. I'm not sure, really, what the Lord wants to teach me. I can't name it off the top of my head. I can't look at my life and list off what I know the Lord wants to work out of me. I'm just not sure, but whatever it is, I have thus far bit and scratched at God about it.

And I don't feel myself being in a place of wanting to change, which is a little scary. I think I feel indignant, and again...I don't know why.

I don't always feel this way. I'm not walking under a dark cloud every day. I'm not always putting on a face and consciously suppressing my true feelings. Sometimes I don't think about it and I'm fine.

But then days like today happen and there is an explosion of self. It's very ugly. It's very comfortable. It's all wrong. And it won't go away until...something.

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Men and women can't be friends...or can they?

I've been wanting to take up running again. I jacked up my knee before, but I really enjoyed doing something every day that was not the norm for me and made me feel good about my life.

I have a workout at 4:30 today, maybe I'll go for one before coming home.

(I'm listening to my mom and my grandma's Aid, Kristine, chat about this and that. It's fun.She's been coming for almost two years, and we're getting to become more like friends with her now, and it's nice.)

I just felt like blogging, but I don't know what to write about.

Wait! Yes, I do. Okay, so you'll recall that I recently bought a book of Oscar Wilde's plays. I started reading it a couple days ago, and the first play is called "Lady Windermere's Fan."

While I was reading yesterday, I realized something about the character of Lady Agatha (she's the daughter of the Duchess of Berwick.) See, Lady Agatha has only ever said the words, "Yes, Mamma." However, here is what I know about Lady Agatha: She has delicate health, is in love with a man named Mr. Hopper, who is from Australia; she wants to visit Australia, and has accepted the proposal of what I assume is marriage from Mr. Hopper - and is very excited about it. Also, she apparently is sillier than she seems at first.

And yet, all she says is "Yes, Mamma." Sometimes, "Yes, Mamma!" Isn't that amazing? That a man would take the time to write a character so seemingly dull (that's what I thought when I realized all she said was two words,) and yet she's far more interesting! I'm sorry, it's just...this guy is pretty great. For all his problems and ego, there is no denial of his talent.

Also, we can't overlook Wilde's worldly wise ways.

"Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship." - Lord Darlington, "Lady Windermere's Fan"

Before I came across this line (I had heard the quote before, but I didn't realize it was in a play,) I had been thinking/journaling about a friendship with a man.

And then I read that, and was like, "Oscar, you sly dog." And then I shrugged and said to myself, "Well, I guess we'll see. Oscar could be wrong."





Oscar isn't wrong. I'm just telling myself he is.

So, anyway. I'm really glad I bought this book. I started carrying books around with me (read, I have done it once so far.) I'm trying to read more of the Bible and spiritual books in general, because my walk with the Lord has been weak these past months. Not because I don't talk to the Lord, or anything. My faith is secure, and I talk to the Lord all the time, but I don't feed myself with the Word, etc. So I'm reading daily devotionals (Oswald Chambers, Andrew Murray, and Joni Erikson Tada) and like a Psalm and a Proverb every day. A guy from MZ also started an online Bible Study group for whoever wants to jump in. They just did the book of John, which I didn't do, but today they're starting Acts and I'm going to do that too.

So...it's not much, but it's way more than I've been doing lately. I'm optimistic.

So...Improving my health, my culture and spiritual walk. Not bad.

Did you know...

...I love the song "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train. I'm not quite sure why.
...Despite Oscar Wilde's very depressing life (the book of his plays I got has a well-detailed, but summarized bio), he and his work fascinates me.
...I stumbled upon wheezywaiter on YouTube, and I've been in a reverse marathon for several weeks. He has over 600 videos, so it's going to take a while.
...I got blond highlights in 2008, and I still have some at the ends of my hair. This fascinates and kind of weirds me out.
...In the times that I've gone to Boston without my parents, I have managed to get lost and find my way only by walking. I have yet to figure out and confidently use the T system.
...I have a handful of "silly romantic daydreams", and I actually believe that the Lord will orchestrate them (especially since one of them has happened. Two, maybe. One definitely and it was so surreal, I knew it was just God being like, "Here, this experience will make you happy." And I was like, "Whaaaat?")
...If I can't get a job at a coffee shop, a book store is my next choice.
...I've decided that You've Got Mail is my number one favorite rom com.
...My second is Dan in Real Life. No questions asked.
...My third is While You Were Sleeping.
...As much as I appreciate science and logic, etc, I just can't deny my love for the arts. Acting/theatre especially. I just love it.
...For some reason I feel like I need to justify the above. I need to just accept that it's who I am :P
...Also, though I enjoy participating in theatre, I love appreciating and observing good acting. And well made films.
...It's hard to explain.
...I had an Adele song in my head when I started writing this blog.
...I like structured and spontaneous things. Usually at the same time.
...I know, right?
...I'm perceptive, but sometimes I think that I'm convincing myself of what I want to believe.
...But more often than not, I'm completely right about my perceptions.
...I try to remind myself of that, especially when my only reasons for doubting are low self esteem issues.
...These are just my random thoughts as they come to me.

I think it's good to do things like this once in a while - it helps me cement in my head who I am as a person. Not that I don't know who I am, but you know. It's good to step back and be like, "Yeah...I DO enjoy this. No, I DON'T want to do that one day."

:)

Boys to Men

Catchy, right? No copyright infringement because I spelled everything properly. Ha!

Well, anyhow. My mom and I just finished doing some cleaning and organizing on the porch. During that time, we had the distinct pleasure of talking about boys. Really, we were talking about men because...technically, I'm a woman, not a girl, and I'm attracted to men, not boys.

Anyway, The question here is: When am I going to get married? Or at least be directly pursued with the intention of marriage?

Well, honestly, I don't know. Here's what I do know,which is what I told my mother.

I do know that when I get my act together, God will bring together the act which is my love life. I know where I'm at spiritually, and it's not where I could and should be. And the reason for that is simply because I lack discipline. It's embarrassing, honestly. Like, I feel a literal shame at how lacking I am when I know HOW to get where I should be.

But I'm telling you anyway, because it's good to tell people things like this. It keeps us accountable to a point..even if someone doesn't come check up on me, I can remind myself that I've put myself on blast about my spiritual lack. Of course, I can also talk myself out of what I know I should do. Which is what I tend to do. I talk myself out of things that I know Ican accomplish, that I know how to accomplish, and that I know are good for me.

It's pretty twisty. Ultimately, it stems from immaturity. Which is fine, to a point. It's not really fine anymore, though. I'm mature, but I'm not really. And if I want to make it as a quality adult, I need to shape up.

Is it bad if I say that it would help if I had a more serious job? Just saying. (Dear Jackie from Newburyport, please call me back and hire me. Thanks.)

ifglkjnfkjnfd. So, one time, I unintentionally turned someone against me by doing nothing except being myself. And possibly having luxurious curly locks (it's really my one vanity, and even then I'm not being too serious. Don't judge me.)

Did you know I almost cut all my hair off? I was going to do it the week Geri came to visit. I ended up having to cancel my appointment because I had no money, and as super spiritual as it sounds, I think it's the Lord that I ended up not doing it. I would have regretted it. Especially after disliking my hair for so long. I associate short hair on me with a really geeky faux-rockstar period of my life. I donated it all to Locks of Love, and the lady who cut it didn't really style it. She just kinda chopped it off and left me looking like this:

I know, right? It's not THAT bad, but it's not that good, either.

So, I tried to tell myself it wouldn't look like this, but in the chance that it WOULD, I would have ended up looking weird and young. I'm 16 in that picture :P

That's my friend Kiaya, in the back. I love her. She had purple tipped hair and Shirley Temple-esque curls back then.

Bleh, 16. Well, let's be honest. It was a good year. My mom planned a surprise party for me, and it was lovely. I think I cried, actually.

Anyway. I digress. That's all I have to blog about :)

Awkward Silence.

I want to blog something, but I don't know what, exactly.

I thought I had something yesterday. Or earlier this morning. Gone. Absolutely no clue what it was.

No word yet on Newburyport (did I mention that I really love downtown Newburyport?) I'm just a sucker for downtowns, really.

Okay, time is passing REALLY slowly. I put Jayden and Lileigh down for naps almost an hour ago, but it feels like two hours. Time's been passing slowly all week, though, I feel. I'd be pushing Jaden on the swings, (the past two days I was babysitting another brother and sister, Jaden and Claire), I'd look at the clock and it says 1:30, and then it says 1:38 after what feels like thirty minutes later.

Just weird. It's like the Twilight Zone, but with small children.

Well, that's it, I guess.

Zoup's, Zumba, and VBS.

Last week was...well, not as busy as I anticipated it to be. Probably because the afternoons were spent lying in bed doing absolutely nothing, haha.

Well, let's start at the beginning. Last week, my friend Geraldine came to visit. Also this past week, was VBS, Wild West Style. Starting in chronological order:

I write an email late Sunday night asking if anyone can drive me to the train station after VBS on Monday so that I can meet Geri at South Station. The next morning I get one negative, and one nice lady named Heidi says she can take me. Dandy! The first day of VBS goes great. I was the music leader, and as far as I can tell, the kids are nothing short of genius for being able to learn five songs so quickly in sign language. I mean, I'm amazed that I can keep them straight in my head for more than a few hours. So.

On to the "station." I was expecting a train station. I was taken to a bus station...that went straight to South! Hollaaa. Saved money and just got Geri and I together in a snap. On the bus ride, I read the majority of an article in the New Yorker about Ben Stiller. But DANG - that thing was LONG. Like, a zillion pages. Maybe 15. Of tiny print. About Ben Stiller and the film world. Now, I love Ben Stiller AND the film world, but really?

Meet up with Geri, laugh right away, and we decide to make a day of Boston, since we're there already. My mom tells us to go to the Commons by taking such and such on the Red Line, etc. Now, as much as I love the T, I don't understand it at all, really. BUT. No need to think about it. In search for an Apple store, we ended up in the Commons just by walking. it was pretty great. So we just walked everywhere. Literally. From the South to the North of Boston. With luggage (the bag I carried apparently had ten pound weights in it, so that why I had indents in my shoulders by the end of the day.)

It was just a perfect day. We just walked and sat and laughed and talked. We took a Swan Boat ride. Waved at the Cheers bar. Met this great lady who loves the bikes that are placed all over the city for people to rent. She saw us look at them and began raving about how much weight she lost with them. And then told us we had to check out Cheers. We saw her again not long after, she was super.

We proceeded to take a really long detour (the opposite direction) to the North End. We had to turn around and cross the entire Commons. LONG.

Let's see. At some point (5:30ish?) we ended up at Government Center and were hungry (after eating pretty much nothing.) Tried doing Greek, but it was closed. So, we headed to Zoup's.

Enter Mannie. The guy who works at Zoup's. The guy who is a really obvious flirt, and yet not quite manly enough to directly ask a girl he's never met before out on a date. We stayed for a while so Geri could charge her phone and by the end of the night, after being indirectly asked out and telling Mannie that I don't make the first phone call, and not giving him my number, Mannie had given me his phone number and told me to text him, "When it's the right time."

Oh my. He was really smooth about it too. Had the way he was going to give me his number all planned out (it was tucked under the counter..it was kinda corny.) I'm keeping it as a momento of the first time a man has tried to pick me up. Certainly flattering considering that I looked like a mess.

Well, we leave Zoup's and Mannie, forever - we look across the street and see a bunch of people exercising! Geri and I are like..."We HAVE to go do that." So that's what we do. Disregarding any potential traffic, we run across the street and join this massive Zumba class! It was amazing. Definitely a major highlight of the week. We even stayed for the group picture, even though this was a group of people that had been meeting for weeks. It was too big to notice. Geri took a picture with the instructor too.

Oh man, that was fun. We then proceeded to find frozen yogurt and enjoy the night life...that is, sitting on a bench listening to musicians.

Well, after that, our days were pretty much the same. VBS, home, sleep and chill. We also worked out. It was an easy and yet tiring week.

On Friday, I dropped Geri off at the same bus station, finished VBS and went to my...*drum roll*

JOB INTERVIEW. Yes, I had an interview at Starbucks. Not Haverhill, but Newburyport (the one I really want deep down). The ladies at MSBC were sweet enough to lay hands on my and pray for me, and let me tell ya, prayer works! I was relaxed, I was myself, I had answers to questions. I felt comfortable with the Manager, Jackie, and I hope she liked me! I think she did. I really hope I hear back from her. I love Newburyport. It's just so darn adorable. The ocean is nice, too. But that shop is just so nice. And when I told her my coffee philosophy, she said that I was speaking the Starbucks language! Without even trying. I have the heart of Starbucks...HIRE ME. lol

Okay. Well, this is long. The end of my week was a massive cold. Thankfully it's subsiding. I feel fairly normal now, but yesterday and the day before were awful. Also, I am babysitting like a mad lady this week. Every day. Except Friday and the weekend. Which is okay, cuz I'm broke.