Not Just a Cup of Joe

Brew me up a good start to the day.  


Changing your coffee brand is almost like changing your whole identity.   It's funny how people hold on to their coffee choice so tightly and protect there beloved brand. The people that I know that do this swear by their brands. I was actually quite surprised at myself when I switched over.  But I have to admit, the coffee that I drink now won the coffee wars that went on at the beginning of my husband and my relationship (Community got the boot for Tim Horton's... rightfully so). At the beginning of our relationship I thought for sure that my husband was going to change is Canadian ways of coffee drinking because I thought "there could be nothing better than my New Orleans Community Coffee. Boy was I ever wrong. He told me that I would be the one to change and I laughed, almost balked at him. Then I tried good old Timmy's and I was sold! MMMM MMMM Good! Now we have it shipped or brought to us by family (Tim's doesn't ship to the states yet, but I still have my fingers crossed.  This past Christmas, Colin's parents not only shipped us our coffee, but they also got us sleeves of the to-go coffee cups and lids so that we could feel like we had just stopped by Tim's on the way to work.

I love my coffee because it reminds me that we have family that loves us in another country

My Parents

"Oh" By Dave Matthews
The world is blowing up

The world is caving in

The world has lost her way again

But you are here with me

But you are here with me

Makes it ok

I hear you still talk to me

As if you're sitting in that dusty chair

Makes the hours easier to bare

I know despite the years along

I'll always listen to you sing your sweet song

And if it's all the same to you

I love you oh so well

Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow

I love you oh so well

Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell

Love you oh so well

And it's cold and darkness falls

It's as if you're in the next room so alive

I could swear I hear you singing to me

I love you oh so well

Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow

I love you oh so well

Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell

The world is blowing up

The world is caving in

The world has lost her way again

But you are here with me

But you are here with me

Makes it ok

Oh girl you're singing to me still

I love you oh so well

Like a kid loves candy and fresh snow

I love you oh so well

Enough to fill up heaven overflow and fill hell

Love you oh so well

This song reminds me of my father. It seems so perfect. He loved my mother "oh so well" and after she died, he loved her no less. The first 2 choruses are the ones that really get to me. My dad's world was really caving in all around him, but he was ok as long as she was there with him. But then one day, she wasn't...and that's when he decided (not intentionally) that life may not have been the best place for him....being with her was. He really did have enough love for her to fill up heaven, overflow, and fill hell.

He died from a broken heart...and that truly is the story. Even the doctor's agree. There was no explanation for why his health declined so quickly. They tested him for everything and nothing was wrong. He was just heartboken. I couldn't imagine a better ending (or beginning) to my parent's love story. I am so happy for them that they found that kind of love and that they are back together again.

I love you oh so well

For Me

My Southern Mamalogue blog is so wonderful and I love journaling about my experiences as a mother and sharing the daily activities of my family with other family members and friends, but I somehow want more. There is so much that I want to say, yet it doesn't really seem pertinent to Southern Mamalogue.  So I have created this spinoff.  Being a mother is the biggest part of my life, yet not the only. I am much more complicated than that and have many more facets. I also want to explore my creative side. 

When you're happy, you want to shout it from the rooftops, when you're sad, you want a shoulder to cry on, and when you're mystic, you want a void to call out to. So this is my rooftop, my shoulder, and my void all in one.  On top of all of that, I love to write, I love to journal, and I have a new found love of photography, so this is the perfect place for me to document it all. As for the name of this blog.... if there is one thing that I have learned in life, it is that no matter what may happen, no matter how I may feel about things at the time, all is as it should be.  Things tend to work themselves out and I know that everything happens for a reason.  

So to all of you, I fling a big kiss from my fingertips as I am off on a new journey..... for me.