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Convenience Store Lunch

Even though I am a damn Yankee and a stubborn, independent strong woman- it absolutely thrills me when a man opens a door for me. Any door. Particularly when I hear a “Yes Ma’am” after I have proclaimed “Oh! Thank you!”

There’s just something so sweet about that twang and respect of the south that could make hearts of even the toughest of chicks melt.

I love country bumpkin towns in North Carolina.
I also love being 1/2 city girl and 1/2 country bumpkin. (Some call it bipolar- I call it fun.) This means one day I have croque madame for lunch and the next; cheddar and sour cream potato chips, peanut butter twix and a Heinken. Yum. And that was just this week. 
Here’s to being able to roll with any crowd. 
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Just A Friendly Reminder

I ate brunch at this yummy little spot this morning. Here’s the hand washing sign they had planted near the sink in the Alice in Wonderland like upstairs bathroom. A cute alternative to the typical black and white typed sign owners usually hang. 

If you can’t read the small line at the bottom it reads:
And even if you’re not, it’s a good idea. 
I’m so easily entertained.
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The Buried Life

I am so jealous of these guys. (Jealous is one word I do not use lightly.) Talk about them doing EXACTLY what I want to do! I’ve got to find a way to do what they are. Still trying to figure it all out. Hmmm….any advice, thoughts are welcome.

I ain’t to proud to beg. Mostly because I know when I’m able to go out and roam like they do- with a purpose, I will do incredible things for other people. I’ve tried to shake wanting to do this for oh- about 15 years now and dammnit it’s not happening, so? Who’s got an RV? Cash they don’t need? A video camera they don’t want that I can use to document stuff I do and people I meet? Maybe you could come along and help me document it all? Times ‘a wastin’ and while I’m moving as speedily as I can right now alone, seems like I can’t move fast enough this way so I need help. Hop on the bandwagon if you’re interested. We’ve got to start somewhere…
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What’s The Big Friggin’ Deal?

I was recently having drinks with a one of those people who has come into my life as a complete pleasant surprise. One of those who would’ve thought we’d get along so well people. I love these kinds of surprises. They are the best. No wonder why we agreed how much we both loved the movie American Beauty. He reminded me of the couch line:

Carolyn Burnham: “This is a $4000 sofa, upholstered in Italian silk. It’s not just a couch.”
Lester burnham: (Shouts) “It’s just a couch!”
What a great line in a most excellent movie. 
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New Dad’s That Are Too Cute

I swear I do not pay rent at Starbucks. I do however like to work away hidden in the corner quite a bit. (It sure beats sitting in my office!) As I sit here this morning, a couple walks in with a TEENY new baby. After they settled and got their drinks the Dad picked up the baby to feed him a bottle and as the little boy is eating away the Dad is rocking back and forth talking to him:

“This is Starbucks buddy, you are going to learn very quickly to really love this place.” It was absolutely adorable and would make for quite the commercial. Talk about starting brand loyalty at a young age!
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Step Away From The Ho-Hos And Video Games Kids

I saw this program a bit ago and thought it sounded pretty fantastic. The NFL isn’t just over-paying athletes and entertaining us, they’re encouraging kids to get at least 60 minutes of exercise a day too. Check out NFL PLAY 60, a campaign to get kids healthy and active by going outside to play. I’m a big fan of programs like this and say hats off to the NFL for creating one of them. I’m wondering though, what happened to that simple and automatic get off the bus after school, rush inside the house, change into grass-stained torn jeans (AKA “play clothes”) and run around with your siblings and neighbors until dark. When did kids stop playing kick-ball for 4 hours straight in their play clothes?

Wow, I am so 1987.
Kids these days have the President and NFL stars telling them to get up and out. Ooooh, so fancy and big time. When I was a kid it was my Mom who was the one with the consistent line yelling something like; “Get your butt outside and go play until I call you for dinner!” 
Wouldn’t it be so fun if we were done with work everyday by 2 or 3pm and we got to go play until dark? 
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