Well, I've certainly been in a "reading" mood. I've been reading alot in the past few days, mostly Sherlock Holmes mysteries and the Bible, but it's been fun. I always read in spurts. I'll go forever without touching a book and then read several in a few weeks. I can hear Sarah groaning as she reads this, she's been reading sooooo much for school. At least a book or two a week. Sometimes more.
As for writing, I have been pretty lazy about writing. A few things of interest have happened since I last wrote. The biggest news was that my grandparents came out to visit last Saturday, and my sister Tammy and her husband came out Sunday on their way back to NY. Saturday, Grandma & Grandpa Miller and Sarah's mom went with us to a sweet adelines concert on the north side of Chicago. It was really good! If any of you aren't familiar with the sweet adelines, they are a large organization of female barbershop quartet singers. The quartets join together, and form a choir. These different choirs compete against eachother, and support what, in many ways, is a dying art form. Barbershop (4 part harmony) is a great American music form, and deserves to stick around. This particular group, the Melodeers, have quite a few younger members, and their future looks promising. They were joined by a really good Swedish choir that had a really good sense of humor, and great voices. Excellent day. We went out to Chili's afterward.
After G & G went back to their hotel, I left Sarah to her homework, and went over to the church to pray for awhile, and on my way out, I struck up a conversation with the security guard, a man of about 50, who is a muslim. He was reading the hadith (Sayings of the Prophet) which is a sort-of "co-Quran"... the two books together form the muslim faith. We joked for a bit, and I told him of the Quran Chaper 9, verse 11 email hoax, and how it frustrates me that in the ongoing debate between our faiths, people feel the need to make stuff up. It's like a couple of years ago, when Marilyn Manson was every xian parent's nightmare, emails circulated saying that he had bitten the head off of a puppy on stage, and other untrue things. Instead of honestly and openly disagreeing with things he did, many people were happy to settle for berating him over things he didn't do. Which was stupid, and when he was accused of things he could disprove, made everyone who disagreed with him look stupid. Kumal, the security guard and I talked for about 45 minutes, during which, we each sat down and read the story of Abraham, Hagar and Ishmael to eachother. It was interesting to hear the story from their point of view, and he listened attentively to the Bible, and what It said. He's been to the site where it happened, outside of Mecca, and has drank from the well that God provided for Hagar and her son. It still flows, and they actually bottle the water which you can buy in the states! Crazy. Anyway, I plan to continue talking to him. I am so happy to have a church that doesn't want to chase muslims away. They'll never see what we truly stand for, unless they feel safe listening to us...
Sunday, G & G went to church with us, and hung out until Tammy and Josh showed up. I made my stuffed burgers on the grill. (Peppers and cheese inside... mmmmm) They were real late, because Josh decided to take a short cut, but we had a nice visiting time before G & G left. That night, we went downtown Chicago, so that Josh and Tammy could have real Chicago pizza. On recommendation, we went to Uno's which was very good. The wait was a bit, but it was a beautiful night, so we waited outside. After that, we wandered around and took a look around the city. Before heading home, we took a brisk ride up Lake Shore Drive and back down. Tammy and Josh spent the night on the floor of our apartment, and stayed until early afternoon. Tam and I got some nice time to talk at my Starbucks while Josh slept.
Speaking of Starbucks. I've been gaining popularity there, which is good. I still feel like I'm not up to speed with all that I need to be, but I keep trying, and it helps that I'm liked. I've made alot of music mix cds for just about everybody there. My best friend there so far is Kris. He's the morning shift manager, just about my age, and been there for about 5 years. Very cool guy. Has a band, in which he drums, so Sarah and I will have to go see them sometime. Yesterday, we had a store meeting about the holidays. It's so crazy. If I thought it was busy there now... Oi. Starbucks does over 60% of its yearly business in between thanksgiving and christmas! It's gonna be nuts!
Well, that's it for now. I'll write more later.
Jim
Friday, October 29, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I'm an emotional wreck tonight
I just have to get this out. I am so frustrated tonight.
In my life, as a christian, I have been taught that life is a series of challenge/struggles that we need to overcome. Each struggle is more difficult than the next, but by mastering the challenge/struggles that have come before, we develop the character required to deal with the ones ahead. I believe that this is so. Not only because it says that it is in scripture (James 1:2-8 & 1st Peter 1:6-8) but I have found it to be true in my own life.
I have been through several major and minor trials in my life. In each of these struggles, I have either perservered or failed. In the cases of failure, I have found myself in similar predicaments again & again, until I emerged having learned what I needed to. Then, I could move on. I don't believe that God sits back hurling problems at us to deal with. I do believe that while we move through life, He walks with us, guiding us and teaching us what we need to know to deal with life in a way that glorifies Him, and gives value to our existence. So it can be gathered that as I grow in maturity, and my ability to deal with situations/tests/struggles/challenges in life increases, I would deal with the easier ones correctly without really exerting any effort. The giant struggles of my past would seem small compared to the giants I face today. Not because they are any less important, but simply because now I know how to deal with them.
I have been fighting a battle. A very intimidating and uncomfortable situation, for the past few months. In this "battle" I have found myself failing and succeeding. I struggle to do what I know is right, to fight my inward tendencies to avoid conflict, and sometimes I succeed. Of all of the tests I've faced so far, this is what I would consider to be the hardest, if not one of the hardest. I know in my heart what must be done, but this is battled by my inward fear of the conflict that is sure to take place when I do, and the negative/wimpy responses I may have, due to several months of conditioning in an unhealthy relationship. Worse yet, I have been untruthful with the party that has wronged me. In an attempt to make things easier on myself, and give an excuse for why I could not do what they wanted, I lied about having another additional job, thus eliminating any free time I might have. No-one knows this but me. I am so ashamed of my unjust behavior, and frustrated for even getting myself into this situation, that it adds tremendously to my stress levels.
Of all the little white lies that have ever been told, this is the white-ist. I did not elaborate on "the job." I gave no indication of what make-believe income I might make. I did not make this out to be anything more than an excuse for "not having the time" that he might want. BUT... no lie travels alone, and this one has a host of friends in the hall waiting to come in when needed. All they need to rear their ugly heads is just a "So what are your hours like at this other job?" or "What's it like there?" That's what I hate. I think that Mark Twain once said something along the lines of "Always tell the truth. It's alot easier to remember." I couldn't agree more.
Well... I have a feeling that there's more to say, but I'm really worn, so I'm going to take a break. I really appreciate the ability to honestly open up on this site. I really appreciate all of you. Thank you.
Jim
In my life, as a christian, I have been taught that life is a series of challenge/struggles that we need to overcome. Each struggle is more difficult than the next, but by mastering the challenge/struggles that have come before, we develop the character required to deal with the ones ahead. I believe that this is so. Not only because it says that it is in scripture (James 1:2-8 & 1st Peter 1:6-8) but I have found it to be true in my own life.
I have been through several major and minor trials in my life. In each of these struggles, I have either perservered or failed. In the cases of failure, I have found myself in similar predicaments again & again, until I emerged having learned what I needed to. Then, I could move on. I don't believe that God sits back hurling problems at us to deal with. I do believe that while we move through life, He walks with us, guiding us and teaching us what we need to know to deal with life in a way that glorifies Him, and gives value to our existence. So it can be gathered that as I grow in maturity, and my ability to deal with situations/tests/struggles/challenges in life increases, I would deal with the easier ones correctly without really exerting any effort. The giant struggles of my past would seem small compared to the giants I face today. Not because they are any less important, but simply because now I know how to deal with them.
I have been fighting a battle. A very intimidating and uncomfortable situation, for the past few months. In this "battle" I have found myself failing and succeeding. I struggle to do what I know is right, to fight my inward tendencies to avoid conflict, and sometimes I succeed. Of all of the tests I've faced so far, this is what I would consider to be the hardest, if not one of the hardest. I know in my heart what must be done, but this is battled by my inward fear of the conflict that is sure to take place when I do, and the negative/wimpy responses I may have, due to several months of conditioning in an unhealthy relationship. Worse yet, I have been untruthful with the party that has wronged me. In an attempt to make things easier on myself, and give an excuse for why I could not do what they wanted, I lied about having another additional job, thus eliminating any free time I might have. No-one knows this but me. I am so ashamed of my unjust behavior, and frustrated for even getting myself into this situation, that it adds tremendously to my stress levels.
Of all the little white lies that have ever been told, this is the white-ist. I did not elaborate on "the job." I gave no indication of what make-believe income I might make. I did not make this out to be anything more than an excuse for "not having the time" that he might want. BUT... no lie travels alone, and this one has a host of friends in the hall waiting to come in when needed. All they need to rear their ugly heads is just a "So what are your hours like at this other job?" or "What's it like there?" That's what I hate. I think that Mark Twain once said something along the lines of "Always tell the truth. It's alot easier to remember." I couldn't agree more.
Well... I have a feeling that there's more to say, but I'm really worn, so I'm going to take a break. I really appreciate the ability to honestly open up on this site. I really appreciate all of you. Thank you.
Jim
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
New Look, New Day
Well, I'm off to Starbucks in a couple minutes, but I just wanted to show off the new look of my site. Today, I'm working till late, and Sarah is getting a massage and a facial. Part of my birthday present to her... Hope she enjoys them.
Nothing really new, so I'll let you go. Just wanted to update.
Jim
Nothing really new, so I'll let you go. Just wanted to update.
Jim
Monday, October 18, 2004
My great new haircut, and how I've become a pain...
So lately, I've begun my transformation into the largest pain in Bob's butt that I can possibly be. It's all part of my scheme to make him leave me alone. For good. It consists of not answering his persistent calls, taking at least 2 days to respond to the message, and giving him the complete truth when it comes to when I can jump on his problems... "Not today, and probably not this week." After enough of this, I think that he'll be forced into considering me useless to him. EXACTLY what I wish to be.
So on to another subject, I went and got my hair cut the other day, a cheap cut at the SuperCuts® near our house. I chatted with the stylist, got what I thought was a normal Caesar cut, and left. I was pulling out of the parking lot, and looked into my rear view window of my 1996 Buick LeSabre only to see my bangs staring back at me. She apparently left the front of my hair, namely three cowlicks that I have named "Big Wave and the Demon Horns" long enough to elicit the attention of planes that fly too low. Hmmm... "Big Wave and the Demon Horns" is a really good name for a band... note to self... Anyway, I was a bit shocked, but was up for a change, and I am known to like my hair spikier than is good for me, so I've been wearing it the way she cut it for the past week. The next day, everyone, and I mean everyone was complimenting my haircut. I even had the owner of a salon for men's and boy's haircuts ask me who did my hair so that she could steal her for her place. She gave me a coupon for my next cut, and I gave her the girl's name. Worked out well. It should also be noted that every gay person that comes into Starbucks declares their undying love for my hair, thus solidifying it's stylistic validity. (As everyone knows, you have to be stylish to be gay.) Needless to say, I am pleased with all of the compliments, and will keep it this way for awhile at least.
Oh, and anyone who comes into my Starbucks, this is the week to order a regular coffee. We are using Starbucks 2004 Special Reserve Blend as our Coffee of the Week. I believe that they are doing this to get a bazillion people to buy the beans of this incredibly good, and incredibly expensive blend of limited edition coffee. On Friday night, one of my coworkers will be doing a coffee-tasting workshop at 9pm, and anyone interested should contact me so that I can sign them up.
Peace out.
Jim "Big Wave and the Demon Horns" Miller
So on to another subject, I went and got my hair cut the other day, a cheap cut at the SuperCuts® near our house. I chatted with the stylist, got what I thought was a normal Caesar cut, and left. I was pulling out of the parking lot, and looked into my rear view window of my 1996 Buick LeSabre only to see my bangs staring back at me. She apparently left the front of my hair, namely three cowlicks that I have named "Big Wave and the Demon Horns" long enough to elicit the attention of planes that fly too low. Hmmm... "Big Wave and the Demon Horns" is a really good name for a band... note to self... Anyway, I was a bit shocked, but was up for a change, and I am known to like my hair spikier than is good for me, so I've been wearing it the way she cut it for the past week. The next day, everyone, and I mean everyone was complimenting my haircut. I even had the owner of a salon for men's and boy's haircuts ask me who did my hair so that she could steal her for her place. She gave me a coupon for my next cut, and I gave her the girl's name. Worked out well. It should also be noted that every gay person that comes into Starbucks declares their undying love for my hair, thus solidifying it's stylistic validity. (As everyone knows, you have to be stylish to be gay.) Needless to say, I am pleased with all of the compliments, and will keep it this way for awhile at least.
Oh, and anyone who comes into my Starbucks, this is the week to order a regular coffee. We are using Starbucks 2004 Special Reserve Blend as our Coffee of the Week. I believe that they are doing this to get a bazillion people to buy the beans of this incredibly good, and incredibly expensive blend of limited edition coffee. On Friday night, one of my coworkers will be doing a coffee-tasting workshop at 9pm, and anyone interested should contact me so that I can sign them up.
Peace out.
Jim "Big Wave and the Demon Horns" Miller
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Long Time, No Write...
I am so sorry. I have been so bad at writing lately...
I've had such a busy week, and been so uninspired to write, that it's not funny. I am back in the mood however, and will attempt to catch you all up.
The Starbucks
At Starbucks, I finally got myself certified on the bar, and I am now an official Barista. Officially out of training... I'm still a bit shaky on the bar, but given a few weeks, I'll be just as solid as anybody there.
The Sarah
Sarah's been sick this week. She stayed home from work one day, and school the next. It's just a really bad cold, but please keep her in your prayers.
The Wedding
Yesterday, we went to our friend's wedding. It was definitely a unique experience. First of all, the bride is Catholic, and the groom is Lutheran, and in opposition to years of "Well, one of us has to switch..." they decided to do a joint Catho-Lutheran wedding. It was held at a really beautiful Catholic parish, and the service was co-officiated by the priest of that parish, and the pastor of the groom's Lutheran church. It was really strange to sit there and watch two groups of people that were killing eachother as heretics just 500 years ago, just peachy with officiating a marriage together. The sermon the priest gave was one of the worst structured orations I've ever heard in a church. He started off by saying, "In the time of Moses, about a hundred years before Christ..." Yeah, LET'S TRY 2,000!!! Of course, several minutes later, he jumped to the gospel of John and back to Genesis which now was written "several hundred centuries" before Christ. So if you are going to make a mistake in your facts while speaking, only do it once... then correct the mistake. Don't underestimate the time by 20, than multiply it by 200... The rest of the message was a big goopy sermon on love. Love, love love... That's all God's about. Justice, truth, mercy, holiness... those are hidden behind the curtain of big fat santa clause God.
Anyway, in the defense of the marriage ceremony, the music was fantastic. They had one man singing, a piano, a cello, and a violin. They were amazing. Ave Maria was breathtaking, even though the practice is confusing as a whole.
Afterwards, we hung out with the bride, groom and other family and friends at Adam Nielson's house. A highly entertaining time, as we got to meet Adam's brother Jeremy, and talk to a bunch of really fun people. The bride's brothers are hilarious. A great deal of the conversation that went on centered around alchohol consumption, but I don't really hold that against them... As the groom, who's in the Navy put it, It was a "Double-Irish-Catholic-Sailor Wedding" so what can you expect? The reception wasn't until 6pm, and the wedding was at 11 in the morning, so we had a few hours there. Ok, now it's time for the funniest story of the wedding. You deserve it for reading this far... The night before the wedding, at the rehearsal dinner, one of the waitresses at the restaurant accidentally gave the 3-year old ringbearer a gin and tonic instead of the sprite his mother ordered for him. Under normal circumstances, and in a normal family, the kid would've spit it out, the mother smelled it, and a law suit would've insued. In this family however, it went down with junior drinking almost the whole thing, and noone discovering what had happened until someone observed that while he was running wildly around in circles, he wasn't blinking... after smelling the little lush's breath, and determining what happened, they just brushed it off as the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Which it is. Needless to say, that he did not have a baby-hangover the next day, and that he was still tearing up the dance floor the next night.
The reception was alot of fun, but weird. We sat with The Sean, and most of the boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends and wives of the bridal party. It was fun, and we got to see our old friend Francis Gadbois. Someone we haven't seen in over a year. The dinner was fine, and we went out and danced later. I got corralled into taking pictures with our friend's camera because her boyfriend was apparently not skilled enough... oh well. It was a fun evening, and we left around 10:30.
Well... That's it for the wedding.
I'm trying to think of anything I missed from the week.
Oh, my sister got the results back from her tumor tests, and she has something wrong with her, but they can treat it with medication. It is not, however, a tumor.
I got a letter from Mami Kamata, the younger sister of my dear friend Erina Kamata. Mami is currently studying in Britain, and is enjoying her time there. Erina still lives in Japan, but would love to live here. We'd love that too...
We've been invited to several Halloween parties... Geesh... not a whole heckuva lot going on other than work and school and sleep and eat...
I'll write more later. As more happens...
Later,
Jim
I've had such a busy week, and been so uninspired to write, that it's not funny. I am back in the mood however, and will attempt to catch you all up.
The Starbucks
At Starbucks, I finally got myself certified on the bar, and I am now an official Barista. Officially out of training... I'm still a bit shaky on the bar, but given a few weeks, I'll be just as solid as anybody there.
The Sarah
Sarah's been sick this week. She stayed home from work one day, and school the next. It's just a really bad cold, but please keep her in your prayers.
The Wedding
Yesterday, we went to our friend's wedding. It was definitely a unique experience. First of all, the bride is Catholic, and the groom is Lutheran, and in opposition to years of "Well, one of us has to switch..." they decided to do a joint Catho-Lutheran wedding. It was held at a really beautiful Catholic parish, and the service was co-officiated by the priest of that parish, and the pastor of the groom's Lutheran church. It was really strange to sit there and watch two groups of people that were killing eachother as heretics just 500 years ago, just peachy with officiating a marriage together. The sermon the priest gave was one of the worst structured orations I've ever heard in a church. He started off by saying, "In the time of Moses, about a hundred years before Christ..." Yeah, LET'S TRY 2,000!!! Of course, several minutes later, he jumped to the gospel of John and back to Genesis which now was written "several hundred centuries" before Christ. So if you are going to make a mistake in your facts while speaking, only do it once... then correct the mistake. Don't underestimate the time by 20, than multiply it by 200... The rest of the message was a big goopy sermon on love. Love, love love... That's all God's about. Justice, truth, mercy, holiness... those are hidden behind the curtain of big fat santa clause God.
Anyway, in the defense of the marriage ceremony, the music was fantastic. They had one man singing, a piano, a cello, and a violin. They were amazing. Ave Maria was breathtaking, even though the practice is confusing as a whole.
Afterwards, we hung out with the bride, groom and other family and friends at Adam Nielson's house. A highly entertaining time, as we got to meet Adam's brother Jeremy, and talk to a bunch of really fun people. The bride's brothers are hilarious. A great deal of the conversation that went on centered around alchohol consumption, but I don't really hold that against them... As the groom, who's in the Navy put it, It was a "Double-Irish-Catholic-Sailor Wedding" so what can you expect? The reception wasn't until 6pm, and the wedding was at 11 in the morning, so we had a few hours there. Ok, now it's time for the funniest story of the wedding. You deserve it for reading this far... The night before the wedding, at the rehearsal dinner, one of the waitresses at the restaurant accidentally gave the 3-year old ringbearer a gin and tonic instead of the sprite his mother ordered for him. Under normal circumstances, and in a normal family, the kid would've spit it out, the mother smelled it, and a law suit would've insued. In this family however, it went down with junior drinking almost the whole thing, and noone discovering what had happened until someone observed that while he was running wildly around in circles, he wasn't blinking... after smelling the little lush's breath, and determining what happened, they just brushed it off as the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Which it is. Needless to say, that he did not have a baby-hangover the next day, and that he was still tearing up the dance floor the next night.
The reception was alot of fun, but weird. We sat with The Sean, and most of the boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends and wives of the bridal party. It was fun, and we got to see our old friend Francis Gadbois. Someone we haven't seen in over a year. The dinner was fine, and we went out and danced later. I got corralled into taking pictures with our friend's camera because her boyfriend was apparently not skilled enough... oh well. It was a fun evening, and we left around 10:30.
Well... That's it for the wedding.
I'm trying to think of anything I missed from the week.
Oh, my sister got the results back from her tumor tests, and she has something wrong with her, but they can treat it with medication. It is not, however, a tumor.
I got a letter from Mami Kamata, the younger sister of my dear friend Erina Kamata. Mami is currently studying in Britain, and is enjoying her time there. Erina still lives in Japan, but would love to live here. We'd love that too...
We've been invited to several Halloween parties... Geesh... not a whole heckuva lot going on other than work and school and sleep and eat...
I'll write more later. As more happens...
Later,
Jim
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Aching toes
My toes ache.
It's not really a big deal, but it's funny that late at night, when something hurts, it demands your full attention. You're trying to go about your business and your toes are constantly declaring their presence. "Hey!!! I'm a toe!!! I hurt!!! You gotta go back to your computer job!!!"
Stupid toes.
Anyway, today Jen (my gay manager at Starbucks) and I got to talking more. It's really kinda strange for me to deal with her as she is the first gay coworker that openly discusses their relationships with me. I worked with a gay guy named Chester at the Southtown, but he never really went into any detail concerning his life. I will say that Chester and Jen both seem to be the boys in their relationships and I am thankful for that. The prissy gay people really get on my nerves. It seems like they have all the annoying habits of both sexes rolled into one completely obnoxious person. Jen's aware that I'm not going to beat her senseless with my Bible, and since we haven't discussed my opinions on the gay equation, she doesn't really know of my opposition to her lifestyle. This creates a conundrum, simply because I don't really feel all that comfortable discussing and treating as perfectly fine, something I see as sin. I don't feel comfortable with stealing, or lying or any other sin, and wouldn't sit around talking about it and acting like it's ok... It's a weird place to be in. Maybe we'll talk about it soon, and I can clarify my position better.
Well, I'm off to bed.
Later.
Jim
It's not really a big deal, but it's funny that late at night, when something hurts, it demands your full attention. You're trying to go about your business and your toes are constantly declaring their presence. "Hey!!! I'm a toe!!! I hurt!!! You gotta go back to your computer job!!!"
Stupid toes.
Anyway, today Jen (my gay manager at Starbucks) and I got to talking more. It's really kinda strange for me to deal with her as she is the first gay coworker that openly discusses their relationships with me. I worked with a gay guy named Chester at the Southtown, but he never really went into any detail concerning his life. I will say that Chester and Jen both seem to be the boys in their relationships and I am thankful for that. The prissy gay people really get on my nerves. It seems like they have all the annoying habits of both sexes rolled into one completely obnoxious person. Jen's aware that I'm not going to beat her senseless with my Bible, and since we haven't discussed my opinions on the gay equation, she doesn't really know of my opposition to her lifestyle. This creates a conundrum, simply because I don't really feel all that comfortable discussing and treating as perfectly fine, something I see as sin. I don't feel comfortable with stealing, or lying or any other sin, and wouldn't sit around talking about it and acting like it's ok... It's a weird place to be in. Maybe we'll talk about it soon, and I can clarify my position better.
Well, I'm off to bed.
Later.
Jim
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Well Now...
Today was tiring, but marked the end of my incredibly hectic last week at A Quantum Leap Advertising. I give him a year... tops. He is such an incredibly bad marketing guy. I just don't see him coming up with anybody to design what he wants, for the money he's willing to pay.
Oh well.
Things at Starbucks are progressing well. I have gotten pretty good at calling the drinks back to the person at the "drink bar" in the right order, and I've really gotten better at working the register. The only really frustrating moments are when we get slammed with alot of orders for the same kind of thing. In those cases, only one or two people can help out, and there isn't enough room for more. Like today for example, about 20 or so 15 year old girls on a tennis team showed up, and ALL ordered "Frappachino's"... a frappachino is a frozen coffee that's very popular with the younger, non-coffee drinking crowd. I enjoy them myself, but in that bulk, they can really slow the entire line down...
Enough of that for now.
I'm listening to "All you need is love" by the Beatles. I never ever realized how annoying that song is before. I'm switching to another song. And... random picks "Ain't Nobody's Business" by Willie Nelson off of his recent blues album "Milk Cow Blues". I must say... some of the best blues I've ever heard... The guests on the album are fantastic, and the performances are breathtaking. I would love to see a concert of his in this style sometime.
Well, I'm off for the evening. Sorry about what has been an incredibly boring post.
Oh well.
Things at Starbucks are progressing well. I have gotten pretty good at calling the drinks back to the person at the "drink bar" in the right order, and I've really gotten better at working the register. The only really frustrating moments are when we get slammed with alot of orders for the same kind of thing. In those cases, only one or two people can help out, and there isn't enough room for more. Like today for example, about 20 or so 15 year old girls on a tennis team showed up, and ALL ordered "Frappachino's"... a frappachino is a frozen coffee that's very popular with the younger, non-coffee drinking crowd. I enjoy them myself, but in that bulk, they can really slow the entire line down...
Enough of that for now.
I'm listening to "All you need is love" by the Beatles. I never ever realized how annoying that song is before. I'm switching to another song. And... random picks "Ain't Nobody's Business" by Willie Nelson off of his recent blues album "Milk Cow Blues". I must say... some of the best blues I've ever heard... The guests on the album are fantastic, and the performances are breathtaking. I would love to see a concert of his in this style sometime.
Well, I'm off for the evening. Sorry about what has been an incredibly boring post.
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