Coffee Lovins

One of my first jobs was as a barista/cook at Emerald Coast Coffee...when it was still there. I'm actually surprised I even got the job. During my interview my soon to be boss told me that the employees were allowed 1 free drink per shift because the coffee was for the customers. Before I could close my trap I told her, "I don't even like coffee". My heart dropped at that moment. How could I expect her to give me a job to sell delicious, wonderfully smelling coffee to thirsty customers if I had nothing good to say about it? I spent the next 20 minutes of the interview convincing her that I was a good saleswoman and that she wouldn't be sorry for hiring me. Somehow I got the job and started right away. At first I just drank non-coffee frappes.....basically a milk shake. Then I slowly started adding coffee flavored powder in....Then I added a shot because the early mornings were getting to me....then I added two shots....then three....by then I LOVED the smell of coffee and could sell it to a coffee bean itself. (I'm sure I could if one had ever walked into the shop) BUT I was not an official coffee lover yet. Really, the frappes don't get you hyped up from the espresso...its all the SUGAR. I didn't really know the love and addiction of coffee until I started working at Seattle Drip with my bestie, Vanessa. The coffee just smelled so good and was so warm. When you are sticking half of you body outside of a drive thru window while someone looks for exact change of 68 cents you think twice about making yourself a cold frappe. You hold on to Mrs. Too Much Markeup's non-fat sugar free vanilla latter a little longer to warm your hands before the cold slaps you in the face when the window opens. Seattle Drip is where the real love of coffee began....I do enjoy Starbucks here in Vegas, but every now and then I have to close my eyes and pretend that it is a Mt. Rainier perfectly made with love from my best friend.

Rest in Peace my dearest

No matter how many times you experience loss, it still hurts just as bad as the very first time. This morning December 2, 2011, we lost an amazing friend and really someone I considered part of my family, Carl Bos. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't breathe and wanted to throw up all at the same time. But all in all, I know that everything happens for a reason. I don't know what God's reason is, but I don't have to. I have to have faith that He won't give me anything more than I can handle so I will press on and lean on his strength as I am running very thin on my own.

To Carl - "my honey bunny"
I know that you are in a better place. I know that you aren't in any more pain. But I will miss your humor, our terms of endearment, the little thoughtful gifts and most of all our morning talks. You always started my day out at work with a smile. Rest in peace my good friend. We love you and miss you already, honey.