Day 19 of 30 days of gratitude. Coffee, Tea or ???...

I know that some of the things I seem to be thankful for might seem trivial, but I will say it now, my family, my friends...I love them all and I am grateful for them everyday. I cherish each one of them and I don't feel the need to blog about that every day. Over the course of my blogging life, I have mentioned them in one way or another, so there, that is today's disclaimer, because today's gratitude...well...I think I might get some eyerolls. Remember, I am blogging about being thankful in the moment.

I am grateful for coffee and tea. Growing up I was never one for either, I was a cocoa person to be honest and yes, I still partake in that little cup of heaven. In fact, when my dad was told he would have to start drinking decaf I said to him, "What's the point? It's like drinking near beer." Of course, as you all know, I got demoted to decaf too, though I do sneak a full or half-caf from time to time when extremely sleep deprived.

When I write, I love a glass of wine, sometimes a beer, but even if I have an adult beverage, I always come back to the tea if I am writing late at night. If I am out writing, I might have a tea or a coffee. It's hard to choose, it's just an in the moment preference thing. Sometimes I end up with both.

As you all know I am a Starbucks whore...a true disciple of the green logo. They make my coffee the way I like it and they blend it perfectly. I love my peppermint mocha's....hot or iced, weather be damned. It's a mood thing. When I don't want coffee I love the Refresh tea (mint!). So apparently I am a minty whore too. *makes a face* Such a terrible way to phrase that isn't it? But it is so true. I know what I like. Yes, I do drink other flavors of tea and coffee, but those are my favorite.

When I meet friend's at a café, it is a nice cup of coffee in those pretty large white mugs. Sometimes "adulting" can be so much fun. I remember SoCal before Starbucks, there was this cute little place on the corner in the college area. I forgot what it was called, the Couch or the Sofa, or maybe something completely independent of that thought, but it was awesome. They had the big white mugs with the saucers and people would study there, or meet friend's. It was just so relaxing.

Perhaps one of the reasons I want to go to Paris isn't just to visit Disneyland, but to sit at a corner café and just write my little heart out. I am sure I can do that anywhere in Europe. London would certainly be a stop on that journey...I always tells friend's if I go there, I might never come back....I might fall in love with the cities, or the countries and just stay. I think I would pick London, since I have friend's about forty miles outside of the city, but now I am getting off track. Sorry about that. Apparently I should have had some-caf today. *wink*

Dream life aside, Coffee and Tea are so much more than keeping one warm and toasty, or chilled and awake. It's about relaxing with people you are comfortable with, or its about getting to know someone without being drunk (because you're shy and might drink too much haha! Experience. Enough said). It's about being cozy. That cup, whether it contains tea or coffee, doesn't say what kind of person you are, it says "hi, I am here for you and we can weather anything."

Until Tomorrow...whatever your brand preference. Whether you like coffee and/or tea, or not...appreciate the cup of whatever that makes you feel you can conquer the day.

Sissy Jo....

Well, it goes without saying that the days leading up to Comic Con were anything but non-emotional. Is that even a word? Seriously, my mind lately. Sissy Jo, one of the three girls I call my soul sister, passed away on June 29th, her funeral was held two days before we left for Comic Con. Admittedly, this reminded me, as well, of mama being sick last year during Comic Con, so of course our 8th trip to the 'Con', was a little bluer than I think we had hoped, but we did manage to have a good time, because we know that is what Jo would have wanted. As we all know you can't make the pain just disappear, or the sadness that comes with losing someone so important and special to your life. As anyone could tell you, JoAnn was a force to be reckoned with, a little whirlwind of organization, love and smiles. She loved many who were in her path and she taught us lessons of survival, never giving up and fighting the good fight. I me...

From a personal journey to...

I have blogged off and on about a personal journey I have been on for about a year or so. It's nothing earth shattering for anyone but me. I hate to say it, but I kind of became a cliché. Indeed, I had become that person who needed to find themselves. One of my favorite quotes along the way came from Tolkien, "Not all those who wander are lost". It kind of contradicts my previous statement, well not kind of, it does, because I talk about finding myself, but truly, I knew where I was all the time. Are you confused yet? Think of it as standing outside of your body inside a hall of mirrors. Like a carnival there are images of you everywhere, but only one of those images are you. So you go about seeking the solid figure and along the way you hit dead ends, walls, other mirrors with images of yourself and so on, until you finally stop, breathe and realize if you look at the mirror in front of you, there you are. You stop trying so hard...

Day 8 of 30 days of gratitude.

Today I dedicate this blog to Sissy Jo. Today would have been JoJobean's 47th birthday and she lived every moment the best that she could. I am forever grateful that I spent her last night on earth with her. It was like old times when we had a lot of Sissy sleep-over's, watching "ghosty" shows, chatting, being sisters. That night she told me her dreams for me and what she was sure would be my reality for the future. What people didn't see was JoAnn's fight. When it was posted on Facebook that she had passed away, so many of my own family and friend's commented that they didn't even know she was still sick. In fact, she was on her way to do payroll when she collapsed, the afternoon she passed away. She had set-up a makeshift office at home, because her dedication to the work and people she cared about, never stopped. JoAnn was re-diagnosed in December 2008. She had been in remission for almost four years when breast cancer came ba...

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