Crying Shame.

I start my morning off groggy...and it feels just like a Monday morning- only, this is Wednesday. Ugh. So I manage to flop myself outta bed and onto the cold carpet (is there such a thing? I'm only jealous because most good writers manage to mention the "cold hard floor"- but I have carpet- so...yeah.) Anywho, so I get ready fairly quick, most likely because I skipped my morning "MySpace check". I decided to hit the local Starbucks for a Honey Latte. Now lemme tell you what: these things are a God-send. Amazing, nonetheless, expensive, so it had better be good. I come along skipping ever so cheerfully up to the register and prepare to make my selection. Then it hit me: my worst nightmare. (It couldn't have gotten any more worse, really.) They discontinued the Honey Latte. The barista told me this with his cheeseball, toothy grin/smirk and I just about hit the floor. I would have hit the counter in front of me if weren't blocking my ever so dramatic exit. I stare blankly at the man...for quite some time actually. As the line expanded with more hopeful dramatics, the man, Chris was his name, forced me to decide upon something else. Terribly unsatisfied, yet parched, I make a new selection. Pumpkin Latte. Yes. It was close enough. It was rivaled with the Honey Latte last year, so I figured it must have beat the consumer reports. My experience with this sludge was that the barista put on whip cream and the whip cream turned to chunks and settled down at the bottom of my cup so that with every single sip, I choked...tasted like a wax ball. Gross. But, reluctantly, I gave it another shot- and make darn sure- that whip cream was not present. I waited at the other end of the booth and tapped my heels impatiently, while checking the time on my Palm. He scoots the Latte across the counter- and I take the first sip. YUM! HOLY COW! DELICIOUS! MORE! YES PLEASE! Seriously, absolutely divine. I highly recommend. America- great job, for once in a long time, you have made me proud. Way to rule out that Honey Latte. So now, this infamous Pumpkin Spice Latte is officially number one on my charts. For a Venti, however, you're looking at roughly $4.10. No joke. I almost threw up a lil in my mouth, too. So make sure before you depart your local Starbucks location, you investigate the flavor first.

So now, I sit here...flipping through a US Weekly magazine to only be, yet again, disappointed. The man I once loved, adored, admired, and drooled over, failed me. On page six of the October issue: it hit me. Brad Pitt. O dear, Brad Pitt (moment of silence.) ......... Yes, well. So I read this article that he and Angelina Jolie refuse to be married until everyone had the right to marry. So he donates $100,000 for gay rights. Why Brad?!? Why?!? Is this just an excuse to avoid marrying Angelina so that you may marry me?!? Miss Ellen DeGeneres and her "significant other" Portia de Rossi claim that they are "thrilled to have his support." I bet you are. You see, the way I see this whole issue is, well, it's ridiculous and asinine. There are many people for gay marriage, and I, for one of the many that don't am more than willing to tell you why. For one, the obvious, I am a Christian. I believe God put Adam and Eve here for a reason. It was not Adam and Tom or Eve and Persephone. It was Adam and Eve. Man and woman. Now you can say that it shouldn't matter who a person wants to love- but I say it does. What if, by some crazy slim chance, that every single child from here on out is "born" gay? The world, as we know it would slowly, but surely, come to an end. It is unnatural- and to me and many others, just gross. I do know a few gay people, and I adore them! Terribly nice and friendly people- but that doesn't make it right. You can be a drug addict and be the nicest person, yet still be in the wrong. To make a long story short: Brad, you disappointed me...and I am no longer your fan.

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I take that statement back...but I am irritated.
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For now, I am cool, calm and content. I have an iced tea next to me, a belly full of a Caesar grilled chicken salad and I am ready and pumped for kick-boxing class tonight. We will see what else I can find to complain about tomorrow or what have you. Till tomorrow...


Thanks for reading.


~H3


*Today, I am thankful for: The book "This Present Darkness" by Frank E. Peretti, Pumpkin Spice Lattes, no-slip hair ties, and postage stamps (to go on my Voter registration pamphlet! Heck yes.) Look out O'Bama: I'm gonna make sure your face never even sees the coffee maker in the White House.