livin life offline

i don’t normally post on friday mornings cause i leave the day for friday 5 however, i’m making an exception this morning.
though my last post was less than a week ago, it feels like it’s been a lot longer.  january was my most prolific month of blogging since i began so the stretch since experimentaTION has been the longest in a while.

it’s not that i’ve not thought about posts or wanted to write.  in fact, with yet another coworker joining the blog train, blogs and posting has been a big topic of conversation throughout my days.
the problem is that i’ve been too busy livin’ life offline.

my days have really been too full for her sweet nothings.

one little hour can make such a huge difference

this morning, i’ve never been happier to wake to a text.  no, that’s not true.  there was one time i was pretty stinkin delighted.  ok.  regardless, i loved this morning’s text cause it was to tell me that our school day would not begin until 9am.

“one hour?!” =/

think, think…

“i’ll take it.” =)

so back to sleep i went.   the next hour of slumber somehow felt like three and was truly amazing.
then, though i went about my usual morning routine in the same way, time stretched out before me and the whole morning felt more relaxed.
that one extra hour was truly delightful.

i’ve been using the

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The Way I See It #11

Why are we inspired by another
person’s courage? Maybe because
it gives us the sweet and genuine
surprise of discovering some trace,
at least, of the same courage
in ourselves.

~Laurence Shames, Author of Florida Straits, Welcome to Paradise and The Naked Detective.

would you rather…

live in the middle of the city

OR

weekend of women

every once in a while, i have a weekend that stands out from the rest and this past one was one of them.  it also happened to include more time with girls than i’ve had in a while and i liked it.

we’ll let it begin on friday, “elegant day” in kindergarten, when i traded in my jeans for my aunt’s red prom dress from the 80s.  like last year, the adornment of fancy digs solidified my place in the hearts of little boys and made me feel pretty.  though i passed up a few hours of the usually much anticipated friday wear, overhearing a student brag about me to a kid from another class (“that’s my teacher…isn’t she beautiful?!”) is almost enough to make me give up jeans day forever.

the customer’s always right

i decided to pick up some coffee on my way to bible study last night. (shocking, i know ) after i placed my order, a quick survey of the lone barista let me know i should ask him to ring up my drink the cheaper way since he wouldn’t do it naturally. so, i say, “hey, could you please ring that up as a venti instead of a grande, add shot?” (since venti americanos get four shots and i ordered a quad grande…same coffee, smaller cup, higher concentration.) he kinda huffs and says, “okay…but you know i’m not supposed to do that. it should be totaled as what you ordered.” this bothered me more than a little.