Come in! Come in! Order your favorite coffee — or pick a non-coffee beverage, I won’t judge! Pull up a chair & let’s chat. Today is our (obviously virtual) coffee date & there’s so much to share. (I haven’t been drinking coffee lately, but when I do indulge in a cup, I drink it black. . . Or, if I was splurging, I would get a hazelnut mocha americano with a splash of soy milk. Yum!)
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I am having fun meeting some new Arizonan friends online — through Facebook. It’s been pretty fab. Although I am still getting to know them, most seem to be pretty awesome people. There’s always that one that always has to be the victim, though. . . Drama, drama, drama. She just doesn’t get that the common denominator is HER. I feel bad for her, but I just can’t deal. . . So, I de-friended her & cut ties. Now, I am just trying to shake off that bad juju. Ugh. Done. 😉
BUT, speaking of drama, have you seen this?? Freakin’ hilarious! Hahaha.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I was surprised this week by a package received in the mail from one set of my in-laws (the handsome husband’s mother & step-father). In the package was a very unique & totally fabulous book bag, a few folders, some pens & highlighters with pouch, a notebook, & some Post-It flags — all to help get me started with my supplies for school, which starts up in just a few more weeks. I thought that was pretty fabulous! Apparently, the handsome husband knew it would be coming & kept it a secret. I was grinning from ear to ear. Pretty cool.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I am struggling with forgiveness towards a family member that I feel puts their needs before others entirely too much. I, personally, have felt trampled on more than once &, most recently, it crossed the line into downright insulting. At one point, I was thoroughly angry about this situation; now, I am just trying to figure out which pieces of this mess to pick up. It’s hard to discern when letting others make their own mistakes starts to morph into letting others steal your own joy. That’s where I am. We’ll eventually get back to a point where things are not so strained, but not without a long talk.
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I am excited for a few visits from Washington! In just a couple of days, my Little RJ will be down for a three-week visit (& the last one until at least the end of November, if not longer). PLUS, it looks like we might be able to welcome my in-laws down too — both sets, actually. The end of September the handsome husband’s father & step-mother might be down for a weekend & the end of December the handsome husband’s mother & step-father might be down for a bit too. Yes! I am looking forward to this! I have been blessed to have married into a family that is pretty damn awesome. I like to think of it as God’s plan since I have missed my own mother so much over the last 15 years. He knows what He is doing. 😉
If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that I am starting to learn to embrace Arizonan life. I’ve met a gal in my neighborhood that I go walking with on most mornings & a few other gals that seem pretty fabulous, so we’re all getting to know each other. Monsoon is flippin’ AWESOME & really takes the edge off the extreme heat of the summer in the desert. . . (You can read up on monsoon all you want, but nothing beats stepping out into 90-degree air, with rain coming violently assaulting the earth & thunder rattling windows as lightning lights up the sky all around you. It’s pretty fabulous.) AND, I got approved for in-state tuition at the local community college, so my journey towards my associates degree in business (& eventually a bachelors in finance) can finally begin! (I might be 15 years behind on starting my college adventure, but I have all kinds of other experiences under my belt.) 😉
I could go on & on chatting your ear off. BUT, I am sure you have other things to do with your Saturday. . . If we were having coffee today, what would you tell me?? Comment below, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, or connect with me on Facebook at Calculated Chaos.