Nature thrives on patience; man on impatience. - Paul Boese
My blog ain’t workin’. I’m gonna do something about that, because patience, my friend, is not my bag. - Mocha Momma
Much as I love this place and get warm tingles from the coffee beans, I’m writing elsewhere today. Updates soon. You’ll know when I know.
I have tired of the endless emails of I CAN’T COMMENT, KELLY. FIX THAT.
I’m trying too hard to be cozy with my coffee with this heat because normally I don’t drink very heavy, strong coffees in the summer unless it’s iced. This morning I tried a Peet’s/Kick Ass Coffee mixture, poured it over ice, and then added a shot of hazelnut cream. I wanted to be reflective and meditative this morning, but it woke me up like a cannon.
Nearing the start of school for my children brings on the inexorable task of readying Mallory for her final year of college. There’s no way that my baby will graduate without a few more gray hairs for her mother, but I see it coming nevertheless. Cramming in trips to the art museum, shoe stores (Hello, new store Shoetopia! We will be great friends!) and crying to music will be on the top of the agenda as soon as we can clear everything else.
We’ve never had trouble cramming in the fun stuff, but this summer has completely gotten away from me where she is concerned and it could have to do with the two classes I took, the hundreds of hours of internship hours I put in and finishing a portfolio so I could get an administrative job. That doesn’t even include her internship, babysitting job, and working part-time at a salon (Discounted hair products, Hallelujah!) (Last week she bought me some stuff and I wrote a check to her to pay her back for what she spent:
Mallory: Put something cute in the “memo” line of the check, Mom.
Me: Why?
Mallory: BECAUSE IT’S CUTE AND I WANT YOU TO!
Me: (writing) B-U-T-T-S-E-X
That will teach her.)
So in readying for the inevitable August Pensive Mood I shall be in, I have compiled the songs I keep playing over and over that will remind me of my limited time with my oldest daughter so that I don’t have to think about hanging out with the three male persons who live here and will NOT UNDERSTAND WHEN I HAVE A LIP GLOSS MELTDOWN for no apparent reason.
Songs from Feist:
“Mushaboom”
“1234″
“My Moon, My Man”
Songs from Aimee Mann:
“Save Me”
“Wise Up”
“That’s Just What You Are”
Random Bootyshaker Songs
“Naked Eye” by Luscious Jackson
“Days Go By” by Dirty Vegas
Song I’m Sure No One Else Knows:
“Stay With Me Till Dawn” by Judie Tzuke
Whole Album That Makes Me Pensive When I Don’t Even Want To Be Pensive:
“All Rise” by Inara George especially the songs “Mistress”, “No Poem”, “Fools In Love” and “Good To Me”
Song I Can’t Believe I Downloaded That I First Heard On A Commercial:
“How Can It Be” by Forever Thursday
I think that maybe I overuse the term “kick ass” but it’s so benign I can use it around my kids. Yes, I’m that kind of mom. An incredibly sweet gal, Something Blue (surely, she has a real name!), from Something Baby Blue, came up to me and gave me some Kicking Horse Fair Trade Not Aid Certified Organic coffee that she brought me from Canada. It was the Kick Ass blend. I’m not kidding. It certainly is DEEP and DARK and RICH and now I’m jonesing for the Canadians. How far is the border from here?
Weather sucks outside
Hair looks like a Chia Pet
Damn humidity
Started work today
I’m a dean? How’d that happen?
I have much to learn
Gazebo? Gazelle?
No, Morgan, a lion can’t
Eat a gazebo
Shark Week haunts my dreams
I’m afraid I’ll pee the bed
Swimming for my life
Racism just sucks
Sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks
That’s about it, right?
That size 10 dress fit
Where is my badonkadonk?
It was here last week
Away from home I
can’t poop in a hotel room
I feel lighter now
