I've been lax in my blog duties. Usually I keep a little journal with me at all times so I can jot little things down as they come to mind. Then I put them together for snippets Friday. Over the last couple of months though, I've gotten out of the habit, summer vacation does that to you. Next week, the big routine starts again, so hopefully you'll see something more scintillating here next Friday.
I'm kind of preoccupied this morning. A missing spouse will do that to a person. I'm not sure if I should be worried or irritated, as the two are battling for position. The last communication I had was last evening around 9, when I checked in with him on his cellphone. They (him and his work buds) were going to have just one more shooter and then come home. Yeah, I've heard that before. I suppose my revealing this here is my irritated side coming out. But really I hope he's okay. (Update* he's home and okay. Looks like he had a wild night.)
I clicked the link for the Starbucks Oracle on Naked Boy's site. This is a cute little personality test based on what you order at Starbucks. I put in grande coffee of the day. Because that's what I drink and I'm boring that way. Here's my result sprinkled with my two cents.
*Behold the Oracle's wisdom:
Personality type: High Maintenance (wouldn't that be more for someone who has a foo-foo coffee?)
You pride yourself on being assertive and direct; everyone else thinks you're bossy and arrogant. (There is probably a wee bit of truth there.) You're constantly running your mouth about topics that only you would find interesting. (Duh, I blog.) Your capacity for wasting other people's time is limitless. (I think I have a lot of unused capacity, thank you very much) Your friends find you intolerable, that's why they're plotting to kill you. (oxymoronic, that)
Also drinks: Water. Bottled, chilled, with four ice cubes, a twist of lemon, in a crystal glass. (Yes I'm a water guy - tap water.)
Can also be found at: Trendy martini bars (Oh my god, how did it know?)
20 comments:
Quite frankly, in the midst of your blog, you raised my own concern for the safety/well-being of Spouse. I hope that everything/everyone is okay.
Concerning Spouse, boys will be boys, he's probably feeling down because he has to go to work and someone else in the house doesn't. Do you think you could find Sarah a job? Just kidding. Once Torn is back to work and the routine gets back to normal spouse will feel better. I too hope he is safe and am sure he is.
I hope all is well and you hear from him shortly.
I cringe when I hear those stupid grande, soy-milk, extra hot, half decaf, no foam, blueberry lattes.
I think if I worked there, I'd just smack them.
I hope Spouse is okay. I've been worried on your behalf since I read this.
I realise that after a few years together, things usually become a little more lax, and we give our partners more latitude, but that would really irk me, I think. Having my partner tell me he was having just one more shooter, and then not hearing from him until the next morning is the stuff of a sleepless night worrying for me. I'm glad he's safe and sound.
I must be super-high maintenance because if my spouse stayed out all night, he'd be sporting a few extra bumps on his noggin'!!
I've never been to Starbucks.
yeah, the whole no-coming-home thing? never in a million years. chunks and i will come sock him in the arm, if ya like.
i don't care for starbucks, it tastes burnt to me.
That was quite the evening for Spouse. . . But chances are his own body is making him the price today.
Starbucks Oracle said I was clueless, and possible a stripper. One of those tings might be true.
I'm so "over" Starbucks and those 18-word phrases for a cup of coffee. Besides, it tastes to me like it was made from scorched beans. Now, the frappacino is a completely different story...
I'm also "over" those personality test websites. I guess I've filled out too many and find that they basically say the same thing for nearly everyone, OR, they are completely inaccurate. That was funny, tho, about the trendy martini bars!
Have a great weeekend,
Mark
Not really a big coffee drinker, I don't often visit starbucks. If I must a quick DD Drivethru will serve as a quick fix to jolt my system into consciousness.
They have recently made a few Starbucks around here drive-thru so perhaps I will be going more.
Glad to hear Serge had so much fun, once and a while you need to let loose. Why didn't you go?
Have a great weekend. :)
Is he back yet? yell at him for us too!
I have only ever had a Chocolate Bana Frappacino at Starbucks so the oracle was less than complimentary to me
well, since i visit starbucks at least 3x per week, thought i would type in my venti carmel frapacinno and low and behold..i am a ass-clown.......wow----a clown and involves ass.....hmmmmmmmmm..glad spouse is ok....
What the hell, I will try those links?
When I first got married, missing spouse syndrome got me bad--I imagined the worst and when he would come home, I would scream at him: Where the hell have you been?
Funny how time changes things--once he was gone 3 days and I didn't even get upset or want to know where he was. Is that good or bad?
You don't strike me as high maintenance, but hey what the f--- do I know? Besides, I think I might be high maintenance, so I'm not the best judge-haha! I think I would be more worried than annoyed but the annoyed part would be due to the fact that someone made me worry needlessly, not the whole "what were you up to?". Hope he's home and feeling pooey and sheepish.
My Grande Non Fat No Whip, Orange Mocha order made me clueless and probably a stripper like gay prof. It's just all random answers. I put the same drink in again, and got your answer.
Bah.
You know, this whole thing would be solved if there was no end to summer break. If summer break were "the standard" and we knew of no other. And, by the way, if I stayed out all night and didnt' come home........oooohhhhhh, there'd be hell to pay.
I did the same thing when Brad was in Australia and went on a trip to the bush for the weekend. I was worried that he didn't call me and then I got totally pissed at him, I became completely irrational. He was fine and I felt like an idiot.
Those spouses always find their way home. No need to worry.
Starbucks guy said I was a stripper. Which I take as a compliment, as I wish my abs were in good enough shape to bring home some cash. Then I wouldn't have to have a real job...
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