Fun
This is post # 400 for me. 400! Holy moses! I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun.
This is post # 400 for me. 400! Holy moses! I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun.
I’m going to be that annoying person and keep posting quotes, lines and other babble here from a book that I want to eat I’m so in love with right now; The 4-Hour Workweek. I typically underline words/lines I think are interesting or fantastic as I read. I’ve practically underlined this entire book. Here’s one for you today:
I’m very excited to report that I get to hang out with a fellow coffee-lover as he finishes up his roasting session Tuesday this coming week. I’ve only spent a small amount of time with him in the past, but when I learned of his project; Origin a couple months ago I was excited to contact and congratulate him. I was instantly intrigued about his project. That with combination of his happy and genuine personality and two of my favorite things; Coffee and stories about where things/people come from, it was a no-brainer I’d find a way to catch up with him sooner than later to learn all about what he’s been up to.
Yeah. There aren’t enough hours to even begin typing why, so I’ll leave it at that.
I snapped this shot at a Caribou coffee in the airport. (Hey- I think it’s funny:) Shortly after taking this photo I got on my plane where I couldn’t stop giggling with the lady next to me because the guy behind us was snoring so loud it could’ve moved a mountain. (This guy was snoozing away before the cabin door was even closed!) Next up was the lady next to me grabbing my leg and hand as we took off because she was deathly afraid of flying, and finally out of nowhere this little voice starts belting out tunes. Beat It was her first song. Word for word. What a nice tribute to MJ from a kid thought- as I turned around to stare straight at the most adorable little munchkin singing away. She could not have been more than 4 years old. Too cute.
Have something fancy-schmancy to go to? Feel like looking sassy or smoking-hot for someone? Your bank account not as fat-daddy as it used to be? Think it’s crazy to spend hundreds on a dress you might only wear one time?
…I stepped off a plane in Delhi India to see “Namaste” painted across the airport wall.
No, he doesn’t know. I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet.