Sorry I have been absent for a while. Lame! I know. I was scheduled to have a coffee date for this weekend but it turns out it will be canceled. Why? Well, in the words of Bono: Uno, Dos, Tres...Catorce!! Yup, I've got a minor case of vertigo topped with a dollop of flu. Yummy, right? Oh well, I keep marching forward (or rather laying down and sleeping a lot). All one can do in these circumstances is drink plenty of fluids and keep a positive attitude, and while I say plenty of fluids, coffee is NOT one of those fluids at the moment--can you imagine the effects that would have on me with my vertigo condition?? Too funny.
But, on a positive note, I wanted to let you all know that I was accepted in to Graduate School at the University of Minnesota and am STOKED! Praise God! Although the wait was long and horrible, the end result was very exciting (but I'm not even going to say, "It was well worth the wait" even if I do believe it...I just refuse).
This is probably the shortest post I have ever made, but since I am currently ill at the moment I feel it is best. I simply wanted to update you all and let you know that I have not forgotten my blog.
Until the next coffee date (and please be drinking coffee for me, I miss it!), cheers!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Java ordered: Soy Latte
This is a coffee date with myself that is taking place in a small corridor of my brain. Although the corridor is small, it is potent and prickly. This is a corridor in which, I believe, everyone gets distracted by--one that acts as a constant ringing in the ears and, for better words, flat out sucks sometimes. What am I talking about? The future.
What is it about the future and the unknown that distracts us? Why, when we know God has our back, do we fret over things that are totally out of our hands? And what is it, you ask, that I am so worked up about? The waiting process.
Why must we wait? I am no expert, but I believe we wait because other decisions and situations have to take place in order for that thing we are waiting for to occur or not occur. (I'm such a Sartre, right? Very deep, Meg, very deep.) And while I wait, I go about my daily duties with a smile on my face, a genuine smile, reminding myself not to be anxious of anything and to keep marching forward. (Okay, maybe not a genuine smile 100% of the time, but I do try and I am an overall joyful individual.) The thing is, presently, I am a wee bit anxious and I am frustrated with waiting and I am losing some extra minutes of shut-eye--and this is not what I want for myself.
Let me be more specific. We all have things we are waiting for: true love, results from the doctor, a test grade, or even a nonfat sugar-free vanilla latte. Or, in my case, waiting to find out whether or not I get in to the graduate program I applied to (for a second time). I find out at the end of the month, and I hate to be a pessimist, but I do not know how I will handle if I do not get accepted. Okay, sorry, I am being a pessimist...
But let me take the spotlight out of the corridor of my brain and shine it on you. What are you anxious about? What do you find your mind dancing with all day long? I know that we as a human race are all in this battle--this struggle to live at peace while waiting.
And since we must wait, we shall wait together. Maybe I should brew another pot while we wait...
Until the next coffee date, cheers!
What is it about the future and the unknown that distracts us? Why, when we know God has our back, do we fret over things that are totally out of our hands? And what is it, you ask, that I am so worked up about? The waiting process.
Why must we wait? I am no expert, but I believe we wait because other decisions and situations have to take place in order for that thing we are waiting for to occur or not occur. (I'm such a Sartre, right? Very deep, Meg, very deep.) And while I wait, I go about my daily duties with a smile on my face, a genuine smile, reminding myself not to be anxious of anything and to keep marching forward. (Okay, maybe not a genuine smile 100% of the time, but I do try and I am an overall joyful individual.) The thing is, presently, I am a wee bit anxious and I am frustrated with waiting and I am losing some extra minutes of shut-eye--and this is not what I want for myself.
Let me be more specific. We all have things we are waiting for: true love, results from the doctor, a test grade, or even a nonfat sugar-free vanilla latte. Or, in my case, waiting to find out whether or not I get in to the graduate program I applied to (for a second time). I find out at the end of the month, and I hate to be a pessimist, but I do not know how I will handle if I do not get accepted. Okay, sorry, I am being a pessimist...
But let me take the spotlight out of the corridor of my brain and shine it on you. What are you anxious about? What do you find your mind dancing with all day long? I know that we as a human race are all in this battle--this struggle to live at peace while waiting.
And since we must wait, we shall wait together. Maybe I should brew another pot while we wait...
Until the next coffee date, cheers!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Java Ordered: Not Applicable
After practically ice-skating my way across Lake Street to get to the corner coffee and bakery shop for yet another anticipated "coffee date", a woman in three-and-a-half-inch heels confidently catwalks in front of me. Why am I such a Minnesota wimp, and why does this lady look like Alessandra Ambrosio in such treacherous weather? I push the door open and find a table to claim.
Not two minutes pass and I am warmly greeted by Bree. What gets to me every time I see Bree is that she always is smiling and put together even though she battles with kids all day long in a special needs classroom. Her shirt she is wearing is incredibly cute and I soon find out it is yet another brilliant buy from Target. I heart Target. Doesn't every woman?
We decide to break the "never travel alone to a restroom without a girlfriend with you" rule, and I get in line to order a bagel with cream cheese and water on the rocks (No coffee for me on this "coffee date". I had my share this morning.) The worker behind the bagel bar was a classified clock-on-the-wall in that she lacked any type of customer service whatsoever. How dare she roll her eyes when I ask for more time to decide on the perfect bagel? Rude! I warn Bree when she comes out of the restroom to look out for Ms. Pleasant and her endearing attitude.
As soon as we both have our bagels and Bree pops out a Frappacino from her purse, I overhear our rude bagel lady confess to her girlfriends, who are sitting in a booth right beside ours, that she is overly tired and ill. Grace was extended toward her after hearing this, and I pinched myself on my side for letting her affect me the way she did. A lesson learned: you never know how someone's day is going so do not be quick to judge. Ever! (but know that you do have the right to never ever visit that coffee and bakery shop again.)
Back to Bree and our conversation. After describing the challenges she is faced with each day at work, I deem her Wonder Woman and tell her that her job is one of the most important jobs in the world--and it is. Taking care of those who cannot take care of themselves and believing in their abilities when others do not is such a purpose-driven life. Why am I so blessed to have friends with big, fat hearts? I don't know, but I cannot complain.
When we finish going over the basics in our lives since our last coffee date, we discuss the inevitable: Valentine's Day. While some argue Valentine's Day is simply a business-driven day for Hallmark to make some extra cash, I argue it is a day for planned romance, flowers and much deserved chocolate. You laugh? Think about it. Every woman desires for her significant other to do something, anything, to display their affection and to feel like the luckiest woman on earth. A homemade Valentine, a box of Godiva chocolate-covered strawberries, or five dozen red roses (or one) will make any woman feel like a queen. And yes, women can receive flowers and chocolates each and every Valentine's Day and it never gets old. Never!
Okay, enough of my discussion of Valentine's Day (but ladies, do remember to do something special for him to let him know how much you dig him--like for my plans to have Enya playing in our apartment and rose petals everywhere when he comes home from work and a chick flick at hand. Just kidding!)
Until the next coffee date, cheers!
Not two minutes pass and I am warmly greeted by Bree. What gets to me every time I see Bree is that she always is smiling and put together even though she battles with kids all day long in a special needs classroom. Her shirt she is wearing is incredibly cute and I soon find out it is yet another brilliant buy from Target. I heart Target. Doesn't every woman?
We decide to break the "never travel alone to a restroom without a girlfriend with you" rule, and I get in line to order a bagel with cream cheese and water on the rocks (No coffee for me on this "coffee date". I had my share this morning.) The worker behind the bagel bar was a classified clock-on-the-wall in that she lacked any type of customer service whatsoever. How dare she roll her eyes when I ask for more time to decide on the perfect bagel? Rude! I warn Bree when she comes out of the restroom to look out for Ms. Pleasant and her endearing attitude.
As soon as we both have our bagels and Bree pops out a Frappacino from her purse, I overhear our rude bagel lady confess to her girlfriends, who are sitting in a booth right beside ours, that she is overly tired and ill. Grace was extended toward her after hearing this, and I pinched myself on my side for letting her affect me the way she did. A lesson learned: you never know how someone's day is going so do not be quick to judge. Ever! (but know that you do have the right to never ever visit that coffee and bakery shop again.)
Back to Bree and our conversation. After describing the challenges she is faced with each day at work, I deem her Wonder Woman and tell her that her job is one of the most important jobs in the world--and it is. Taking care of those who cannot take care of themselves and believing in their abilities when others do not is such a purpose-driven life. Why am I so blessed to have friends with big, fat hearts? I don't know, but I cannot complain.
When we finish going over the basics in our lives since our last coffee date, we discuss the inevitable: Valentine's Day. While some argue Valentine's Day is simply a business-driven day for Hallmark to make some extra cash, I argue it is a day for planned romance, flowers and much deserved chocolate. You laugh? Think about it. Every woman desires for her significant other to do something, anything, to display their affection and to feel like the luckiest woman on earth. A homemade Valentine, a box of Godiva chocolate-covered strawberries, or five dozen red roses (or one) will make any woman feel like a queen. And yes, women can receive flowers and chocolates each and every Valentine's Day and it never gets old. Never!
Okay, enough of my discussion of Valentine's Day (but ladies, do remember to do something special for him to let him know how much you dig him--like for my plans to have Enya playing in our apartment and rose petals everywhere when he comes home from work and a chick flick at hand. Just kidding!)
Until the next coffee date, cheers!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Java ordered: 12 Ounce Full City without Room
What is it about a "coffee date" that makes a woman's heart sing to the beat of an African drum beat or reach the highest note Celine can muster? Is it the actual latte purchased or is it the friendly barista who personally knows my name, and that I prefer soy verses skim with the perfect amount of froth? Or, is it the fact that the coffee shop itself is a cozy little store with a cozy little couch and a cozy little fireplace? Well, while all of these components foster the euphoria experienced at a "coffee date", I believe it is the conversations that take place that are the foundation to the whole cup of joe experience.
Abby ordered a 12 ounce french roast coffee with some room. I love seeing Abby. You know? There are those certain people in a person's life that just make you so comfortable and so excited. Abby is one of those women. She is like a Caramel Machiatto with just a dollop of froth and caramel perfected drizzled on top, or, in other words, a woman who is stunningly beautiful on the outside but even more bedazzled on the inside. (I am sure you at this point have decided this metaphor is either ridiculously corny or somewhat clever. Anywho, Abby is much more than the small coffee with room that she ordered!) And you know what I found out while sipping my cup of joe? Abby has a dilemma. But it is not an uncommon dilemma--it is a dilemma many women around the world are experiencing. Dating a guy without the giddy feelings.
Let's dream for a bit ladies. Remember your first real crush you had on a guy? He was suave and funny and scruffy like Robert Pattinson. You didn't have to force giddiness upon your heart, you naturally sailed across a cloud called "nine". I understood Abby's frustrations in the dating game, because many times you will be asked to dinner by men you are not initially attracted to. I even commend Abby on taking a chance and going on the date in hopes that she will discover a Mr. McDreamy beneath. Now, I am not being shallow. I mean he must possess the whole kit and caboodle--humor, similar values, attractive, considerate, and leaves you daydreaming about him each and every free (and taken) second of the day. What does a woman do in these bound-to-happen situations?
Take a chance and see if your heart will catch up to your hopes and then, if after a certain time you are still left unsure, kindly end it and keep optimistic about finding that someone who will drive you crazy...crazy in love (uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no no!! in the words of Beyonce).
After discussing the dating dilemma, we discussed our dislike for politics, our huge thrill we get when finding great deals at thrift shops and discount designer stores, and our hopes to visit a peanut butter store in the near future (Our friend told us all about it. Seriously people! A peanut butter store selling nothing but peanut butter.)
Until the next coffee date, cheers!
Abby ordered a 12 ounce french roast coffee with some room. I love seeing Abby. You know? There are those certain people in a person's life that just make you so comfortable and so excited. Abby is one of those women. She is like a Caramel Machiatto with just a dollop of froth and caramel perfected drizzled on top, or, in other words, a woman who is stunningly beautiful on the outside but even more bedazzled on the inside. (I am sure you at this point have decided this metaphor is either ridiculously corny or somewhat clever. Anywho, Abby is much more than the small coffee with room that she ordered!) And you know what I found out while sipping my cup of joe? Abby has a dilemma. But it is not an uncommon dilemma--it is a dilemma many women around the world are experiencing. Dating a guy without the giddy feelings.
Let's dream for a bit ladies. Remember your first real crush you had on a guy? He was suave and funny and scruffy like Robert Pattinson. You didn't have to force giddiness upon your heart, you naturally sailed across a cloud called "nine". I understood Abby's frustrations in the dating game, because many times you will be asked to dinner by men you are not initially attracted to. I even commend Abby on taking a chance and going on the date in hopes that she will discover a Mr. McDreamy beneath. Now, I am not being shallow. I mean he must possess the whole kit and caboodle--humor, similar values, attractive, considerate, and leaves you daydreaming about him each and every free (and taken) second of the day. What does a woman do in these bound-to-happen situations?
Take a chance and see if your heart will catch up to your hopes and then, if after a certain time you are still left unsure, kindly end it and keep optimistic about finding that someone who will drive you crazy...crazy in love (uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no no!! in the words of Beyonce).
After discussing the dating dilemma, we discussed our dislike for politics, our huge thrill we get when finding great deals at thrift shops and discount designer stores, and our hopes to visit a peanut butter store in the near future (Our friend told us all about it. Seriously people! A peanut butter store selling nothing but peanut butter.)
Until the next coffee date, cheers!
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