Coffee-- I love coffee. Has anyone noticed how coffee has become a more and more like a verb? As in let's do coffee. Time for coffee! Going out for coffee (and yes, I do realize that coffee is a noun) has become something you do. I go out for coffee with friends (though less now that the economy has tanked),go to coffee by myself (when I wish to write) and make coffee in the mornings for my husband. Now, I love me some tea and understand that in many places of the world going out for tea means the same thing... spending time with friends over a refreshment that contains caffiene. But my first love is coffee. Of course, going out for drinks means much the same thing with the added bonus of slight intoxication, so I have no clue where I'm going with this. HA! And you read this far thinking that I had some deeper meaning. I don't. I really don't.
Weddings-- I attended my neice's wedding yesterday. It was lovely. The service was lovely, the bride was lovely and the frog who croaked through the entire service was lovely. Of course, it wasn't lovely to see the father of the bride and my husband (brothers)trying to hold back the laughter concerning said frog, but hey, you can't have everything. The bride has a great sense of humor and thought it was funny while the groom's mother looked mortified. Ribbit.
Daughters-- Since the neice who is now residing in wedded bliss is barely eighteen, it makes me think about my daughter who is going on eighteen. Now, I've never worried much about her because she goes through young men like I go through, well, coffee. But she now has a swain who has been with her for almost six months and I'm starting to get a little concerned. I hear the peels of laughter coming from her room when he's over and remember how my husband and I laughed when we first got together, (still do, on occasion). I watch the way he rubs her back when she's having a bad day, or drops everything to be with her and I'm thinking. Uh Oh. This one's going to be around for a while. When he pulled out of a college that was two hours away to go to one that is twenty minutes away, I really started to worry. That, my friends, is the actions of a young man in lurve. This kid is kinda like having a third child.
I know. We're feeding him.
The week-- First full week at the new job. I'm feeling the pressure of having to be somewhere everyday at a given time. Hate that. Didn't finish my rewrite, so that's on the agenda. Also have a new month's worth of articles to do. I deep cleaned the house on Saturday and it still looks decent, so won't have to worry about that much.
Lot's of crits to get to though and no doubt stuff will come up!