Life's Better With Half 'n' Half...

So I have discovered another favorite thing of mine. Half 'n' half. Half milk, half cream, it has just made my ordinary coffee that of a scrumptious treat, although it adds up my "points" so I need to be careful what I eat for the rest of the day. Boo! Jason and I ground our beans in the morning. When I say Jason, I really mean he comes out to the kitchen with fresh coffee brewing for him. Its the one "wifey" thing that I am consistent about. I don't know if I can taste that much of a difference, even though I have, in the past, worked in the coffee industry for about 7 years (now THAT would be fun to blog about!), it gives me something to look forward to doing in the mornings. It takes no time at all and my son loves the "wuurrr" of the grinder. Its his favorite part of the morning too! This picture is an example of your typical Viennese coffee. Oh how I miss them.

Last night I made some mashed potatoes, because I had some red potatoes on their way out, so it seemed like the natural thing to do. Jason went to the store to get me some h &h to add to it, and THAT "my friends," is why I now have it for my coffee! Don't be impressed that I made mashed potatoes on a day other than Thanksgiving. Usually the only potato in my house has googly eyes, a funny nose and a silly hat attached to it. This potato mashing should, in no way, give you a false impression of the regularity that I actually cook for my family. I think it is the one thing that I am most ashamed of. Really. Maybe if my son ate more than once a week, I would be more motivated. I get sad every time I offer him something only to receive a violent head shake, tossing his long blonde hair to and fro, along with a sweet sounding, "no. no. no." I think I may have to resort to feeding him intravenously at night while he's sleeping. I really need to look into this. Put that on the list Rici.

So, I'm looking at my latte-colored coffee and it just makes my feel a little bit better about myself. This beautiful picture is of "Cafe Sperl," a coffee house in Vienna that I would frequent from time to time. I miss that place. My brother is in Vienna, Austria right now for a week, and I want to vomit just thinking about it. It should be ME!!!!!!! The tremendous PAIN!!!! If he doesn't bring me back something that says, "Wien" on it, I'll never speak to him again. I'll blog more about Vienna another time. It makes my heart too sad to think about it for very long. Back to the picture.

How can you sit in a beautiful place with a coffee like that and NOT feel good about yourself and your current situation? Isn't it just divine? I like pretty things. Its the same reason why I have a beautiful guitar sitting in the corner of my living room and the only time it gets used, is when Aaron Stahl comes over. We go through the same conversation every time. "Is this tuned?" He asks while picking up the dusty instrument, putting it onto his lap. "Nope! It only gets tuned whenever you guys come over!" He then plucks a few notes, complains that he never has time to practice anymore and then puts it back on its stand, where it will sit until he comes back two months later. But I digress. :0)

Somehow, cream in my coffee makes me feel just the slightest bit refined, and now wiping down my tile floor later today won't be such a drag in my mind. I'm "grown up," and that's what moms do. I remember having a conversation with Jennifer Deon years ago, and thinking how when you're young, moms just have it all together. Mom's can do everything! Anything! Life for them seemed to have a "no sweat" air about it. But once we got older, Jen had kids, I did not, we realized that they didn't have it together at all! They too were trying to figure out life and how to juggle the kids, the husband and the house! But from our view, looking up, they did it perfectly. I hope I can give my own little boy a good view from where he stands too. No use him knowing the whole truth just yet; that I haven't got a clue...yikes.