Posts tagged ‘Starbucks’

October 26th, 2011

Goals and Gratitude – Day 4

Nectar of the Gods

October 26, 2011 – Day 4

Goal: Oy! Today is going to be one of those days. I am feeling blah. Under the weather, tired, overwhelmed. I simply have too much to do. I leave town tomorrow for a three day conference and I need to prepare and pack; I am working today and have a jam-packed schedule of staff meetings, telephone calls, and deliverables due; LM has after school activities that require me to assume my role as Chauffeur; and to top it all off, it is garbage day. Yuck. My goal is, quite simply, to just get through it, to put my head down, focus, and put one foot in front of the other until it is finished. And there is one other noteworthy event today: My father is having his second surgery of the year, and I can’t be there for him, nor for my mother while she waits. Thinking of you both.

Gratitude: Thank God for coffee. Sweet, hot, delicious coffee. I ♥ you. And related, to the powers-that-be at Starbucks, who had the presence of mind to place a Starbucks coffee shop right next door to the post-secondary school I am running, all I can say is “Kudos!” Job well done. I ♥ you, too.

Update from Day 3: Halloween, √; Paper work, almost there; Patience, I did pretty darn good.:)

June 10th, 2010

Starbucks Should Be Licensed

Please enjoy this short little piece, posted today, June 10, 2010, on the Sweet Mama Guest Blogger web site.

“I’m gonna need a more complicated drink,” exclaims my 12-year-old daughter, her Grande, non-fat, Chai-tea latte with just a hint of cinnamon clasped carefully in both hands. I look sheepishly at my own Grande dark roast, black, clearly far too simplistic to meet her standards, and wonder what the heck she means.

Sensing my consternation, she sighs heavily in the manner instinctive to pre-teens who are just now realizing, to their dismay, that their parents don’t know everything, and she attempts to clear the fog.

“You know, for when I’m an adult.”

No, I don’t know, but my interest is certainly piqued.

A combination double-sigh-with-an-eye-roll follows, a move she has just recently mastered and which deserves a perfect ten, both technically and artistically. Exasperated, she continues: “For when I’m one of those ladies dressed in a nice, black trench-coat, with big, Jackie-O sunglasses, good hair and great shoes, always sipping from a Starbucks cup. I’m gonna need a fancier drink.”

In an instant, her vision of her future is clear. She sees herself out in the world, a successful, confident, stylish woman, with my penchant for shoes and a potentially hazardous addiction to caffeine. She already has the glasses. But I am not ready. I have not allowed myself to look that far ahead.

And so, with the April sunshine casting a golden halo around the face of the daughter I have spent the last twelve years adoring, I am forced to see her changing before my eyes. Until now, I have chosen to see what has come before. The hours of story telling and handholding, school concerts and field trips, birthday parties and bedtime cuddles. But with a moustache of cappuccino-coloured foam settled on her upper lip, I cosmic zoom fifteen years into the future and come face-to-face with her adult avatar. She is growing up. Her childhood is slipping away. It’s going take something a lot stronger than Starbucks to get me through this.