Ode to Starbucks

How do I heart thee? Let me count the ways...

Every morning around 8am I yearn for my favorite cup of Starbucks coffee, a "grande, no whip, non-fat, vanilla latte", thank you very much. Starbucks can make the most extreme coffee hater become an addict in a matter of a caramel macchiato minute. With all of their foamy, frothy goodness, how can anyone resist stopping in for just a sip?

Ordering is an art form. Have you ever listened to someone make their order? You can definitely tell the difference between a coffee newbie and an addict. It actually aggravates me to hear people go back and forth on what they want; know what you want, then order.
I have only gotten flustered at a Starbucks once. I went to order my usual vanilla latte, when I was informed their espresso machine was broken!!! The travesty. I looked frantically at the board. Words like, "hazelnut", "chai", "tazo", and "frappuccino" were all blurring together. I wasn't sure WHAT I was going to get. Luckily, my local barista knew just what to do. She made me a cafe au lait with a touch of vanilla and it was the best drink ever! Since then, I've also branched into getting an occasional Cinnamon Dulche as well.


Sure it can get costly and you're definitely paying for the experience as well as the coffee, but its worth it. Hell, throw caution to the wind and order a coffee cake too! Or perhaps a cinnamon bun is more your style? Whatever the case may be, indulge yourself with some Starbucks! You owe it to yourself!
In fact, I may head there myself... Because lets face it, you want to go where everybody knows your name...

Last night, while finishing painting my woman-land oasis, Adam was watching the Cowboys vs. Eagles game on tv. I overheard this sound. This weird, off pitch sound. I haven't heard anyone sing the National Anthem this poorly since Roseanne Barr. I immediately started laughing and pointed out to Adam how horrible this poor girl was singing the anthem. Surely this was a joke! BUt when I looked up at the tv screen, she was still going strong, including a pointed finger to the sky motion (let me tell you honey, just cause you're pointing to the sky doesn't mean you're gonna be able to reach that higher note!). And everyone else must have had the exact same feeling b/c as she left the stage, there was loud booing.

I immediately went to look this girl up, I had never even heard of her before. Apparently I've been listening to country too long because she's been out for a while. Feel free to watch the You Tube video of her butchering the song, just don't say I didn't warn you!
Kat Deluna. The girl who will forever be known as the one that screwed up the National Anthem.
Well, I feel better about my day, don't you?

My New Oasis! "Woman-Land!"

Well, as you can see, I decided to do something about our plain, white, blah loft this week. It sits just across from our secondary loft, which we lovingly call, "Man-land" b/c of its massive flat screen and huge comfy couch, dominated only by those loving football, playstations, and salsa. The little loft has been empty since we moved in last August!! White walls, staring at me, taunting me. As most of you know, I like lots of color on my walls and these white walls simply would not do! One day last week at work, I had a vision of what I wanted to do with the room. I went out on my lunch break, bought a cute studio couch (also doubles as a futon!), and I bought some paint. A week later, TA DA!!! I finally got my room put together with Elizabeth Street Blue and Bermuda Stone paint colors. Do not be alarmed by the "orbs" in this photo. However, every picture that we took of the room seems to have these, as you can see below. Its very bizarre.

Needless to say, even though I have blue/brown paint all over my hands and somehow got brown paint on my face, I am very proud of my painting job!! Adam's job was to put the couch together because he's not much of a painter, bless his heart. And I assure you, I'm no Michaelangelo, only a Picasso at best. I also can not "color" inside the lines, I had blue paint bleeding onto my brown. And I threw caution to the wind by not using ANY painters tape! Nope. None. ... seriously! None! I got slightly distracted while watching Oprah and almost stepped in the paint as well. Damn you Oprah! (j/k, if you're reading, I really need a new car!).

Well, I'm off to watch my new obsession, "Gossip Girl", and bask in the glory of my new room! And stay tuned for more updated photos as the room transforms into my own personal oasis! Maybe I'll even turn it into a scrapbooking room!!!! (Somewhere Adam just groaned....).

xoxo, Bec