Posted by: annabanana210 | October 27, 2010

Dazed and Confused

I’m confused.  That’s not new for me.  I spend a lot of my time confused and I’m sure there are plenty of people who would agree with me.  Anyway,  I really like Willow Smith’s “Whip my Hair Back and Forth”.

Then today I saw a link, and I just laid my head back and let my eyes roll around in there for a while.

I sighed.

I need further clarification, what exactly was the hard work? Was recording the song the hard work? She is just nine.  She doesn’t wear a training bra and hasn’t had a cramp or a zit yet.  What does she know about hard work?  When you’re nine, hard work is learning to divide fractions by multiplying the first fraction by the reciprocal of the second. Can a nine-year old spell reciprocal? By Piaget’s standards, she’s only in the midst of the Concrete Operational Stage, not yet able to use abstract reasoning to solve problems efficiently as teenagers and adults do in the Formal Operational Stage.  By Erikson’s standards and theories, she’s only at Industry versus Inferiority…she really has so far to go! And on top of that, she wants to be “famous like her parents”.  What about making your own way in the world and making it that much different before you leave it? What about long division?  Just asking.

I just find it annoying that everyone is “whipping their hair back and forth” like we haven’t been doing that all along.  Similar to when Justin Timberlake “bringing sexy back”.  I’d had plenty of sexiness in my life before and after sexyback.  People are constantly inventing and discovering things that have already been discovered.  Why are we so amazed and impressed by this Christopher Columbus behavior and not just in October?

Posted by: annabanana210 | October 18, 2010

Coffee talk follow-up

Today on my walk, I stopped in at one of the four Starbucks in Dupont Circle.  I ordered a Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade with Black Sweetened Iced Tea.  I could have sworn that the cashier repeated that back to me and I repeated back to him once more.  However, a Passion Iced Tea Lemonade came up for me.  I said to the barista, “Oooh, I said Black Sweetened…,” but I was prepared to just take the one he made.  He insisted that he make me what I ordered and not only did he do that, he made me a Venti.  He also gave me the Passion tea to give to someone else.

It’s amazing that no one would take that Passion iced tea. But I’m about 85% sure that I wouldn’t either unless I had been in the store when it was made.  Nevertheless, I asked the young guy at the corner and he was genuinely grateful to relieve me of the Passion tea.  It was his favorite.  I finally felt like I did something productive today.  Walking four miles doesn’t count.

Posted by: annabanana210 | October 15, 2010

Coffee Talk

Here–I’ll give you a topic!

I actually had to stop and think about it after I read it.  I am a Registered Nurse. If you took away my ability to multitask…I still might be finishing up my night shift from two or three nights ago.  How does Starbucks weigh into your coffee experience?  Better yet, what qualifies as “good coffee talk”? I can’t remember when I first fell in love with all things coffee, but it was definitely before graduating high school.  I would drink coffee at my Grandmother’s house. My parents never owned a coffee maker, so I never learned how to make it.  I would drink it at Grammie’s house, straight from the percolator.

At college, I forged a friendship based on coffee.  Once a week, Jamie and I would venture out through Columbia to have a cup of coffee and discuss the goings-on of our first year of undergrad.  My favorite place to have coffee in CoMo is Lakota. So much attention was paid to my coffee at Lakota.  My latte was always perfect and too-hot-to-consume upon its arrival.

I really had little exposure to Starbucks until after graduating. I’m not sure when they started sprouting up in St. Louis.  Every once in a while, I might grab a frappuccino or iced tea drink.  Soon, “every once in a while” turned into Gingerbread Lattes during the Holiday season.  What finally hooked me in…the Caramel Macchiato.  See, I had one person make one that I really liked.  Then the next time I ordered it, it was bitter, lukewarm and terrible.  I’ve spent the rest of my time at Starbucks chasing that first Caramel Macchiato.  The “tall skim Caramel Macchiato” has become my regular, although sometimes “upside down”, it’s definitely my go-to way to start my morning. A quick fix to nip the bitchy in the bud.

It was hard to really think about how to appreciate my coffee until I moved to DC.  Once I moved to DC and began to experience coffee in a coffeehouse and not as I experience McDonald’s, I began to remember what I loved about good coffee in the first place. The taste, the texture, and the temperature.  A little attention to detail never ruined anything except a heterosexual relationship (be honest)!!!

If I’m in a hurry and I just have to have it, I’ll go to Starbucks.  If I’m trying to close my eyes and see the flavor, I’ll go to Tryst.  Besides, they serve animal crackers with their coffee, lol. What qualifies as good coffee talk to you?

Posted by: annabanana210 | October 12, 2010

Sometimes in October…

August is hot.  Labor Day is barely tolerable.  The weekend after Labor Day is one of the loveliest times of the year.  I try to make sure to have that time off.  The stifling heat relents and you just wanna grab a carafe of bellinis and sit out and enjoy  😉 So, after your hangover, you find yourself in October.  The first week of October is sibling to the first week of April; frigid, rainy and gloomy.  Once you get all of your summer clothes washed and ready to pack away…back to the heat for one more rendezvous.

I’ve never been one to celebrate Columbus Day, because I am appalled that people get the day off to celebrate someone discovering something that was already found.  So I ventured out, looking for my own discoveries.  What I found, you may be surprised….

1) You’re not the only one with a good idea.

The Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden is somewhat of a hidden gem in DC.  I don’t know how it can be hidden if you ever drive down 7th St NW/SW in daylight, but sometimes it’s one of the most overlooked destinations in the District.  Not to be confused with my “hiding place”, this is often my “quiet place” during the week where the water in the fountain can ebb and flow with the up and down of my moods.  I honestly don’t know how much longer it can suffice as a quiet place seeing as how children don’t go to school anymore (a topic to be discussed at a later date), and…

2) It’s obviously everyone else’s “quiet place”!!

And if you know me, you know it’s oxymoronic to think that my “quiet place” can be the same as everyone elses. Get real! And get thee and your dirty-ass feet outta that water! Ewww!!

3) Take the time to stop and feel the breeze off the fountain…you’ll appreciate it when you’re sweating your ass off walking to L’Enfant Plaza (“Green Line–Step back, doors closing…*boinga-boinga*).  Feeling the cool mist sweep your back on a hot day is one of the finer, underrated moments in life, *sighing*.

The last thing I discovered on Columbus Day is something I have to be reminded of time and time again: home is where the heart is.  My heart gets great exercise because it’s always somewhere different, but well taken care of. My heart is so well-traveled and so are the inner workings of my mind, so I’m shutting the latter down.

Posted by: annabanana210 | October 11, 2010

In search of inspiration

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m constantly in search of inspiration.  Other times, I’m in need of an exorcism. Today? I can’t tell which is which.  I’m a mess inside and out.  I’ll return later to discuss where I succeeded and where I fell short.

Posted by: annabanana210 | October 9, 2010

Something led you here.  The knowledge of my ability to rant and rave, the knowledge of my snarky tongue..something.  Knowing that I’m sitting here sipping a mimo all in a snit about something (any and everything), led you here.

I decided to depart from the blogspot blog because I don’t want a polarized filter on my blog.  I feel like if I can be painfully honest in my rants, raves and tangents, I will post more.  I hope I pass the test. I’m laughing though, comparing this to a test.  Because the only person that’s critiquing this is me.

I’m sitting here wondering if you can keep up with me. Hell! I don’t know if I can.

Posted by: annabanana210 | October 8, 2010

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