i think i need more coffee

right now, as i'm sitting at work, trying not to fall asleep, and i'm thinking of that little coffee shop across the bridge. i'm thinking about how nice it would be to be there now, sipping a latte, nibbling on desserts, lost in a book.....

i think i need some more coffee. 

monday funnies :: just get me more coffee

i was feeling a little groggy this morning, and by a little i mean i asked matt how he slept last night....no less than three times.....in a time span of about 20 minutes.... the sad part is, i only remember asking him once. clearly, it's gonna to be a day of drinking....coffee that is.

there are some philosophies that are better said than acted out...

 

and yes, art is important

i don't know this makes me laugh so much, it just does

 

and this how sleeping (and dreaming) should be.
 

happy monday, friends!

why i love this week

01. it's my hubby's birthday week.
01. we have wednessday off. this mean today at 5 pm, i'm halfway to a one day break. on thursday, i'm halfway to a two day break.
02. it's my hubby's birthday week.

and yes, i know how to count.

the benefits of coffee

I stole this from Pinterest.
It originally came from here.

I will definitely be return to that site. I mean, what can I say other than Aussies. Are. The. Best.

Happy Tuesday!

The Coffee Gun

Sometimes I feel like even though Matt and I get along well, we have very little in common. He's way more athletic than I ever dream of being, and while we both enjoy the outdoors, I really enjoy the walks with a camera in hand, a good book with a blanket on the lake, or laying out by the pool with a cold lemonade in hand. He likes rock climbing, hard core rock climbing. However, we both like to shoot things; me with a camera and lens, him with a gun. A few days ago he bought a new one and after researching tons of them, he found the perfect one for me: a gun that GRINDS COFFEE.  Its real name is the Agar Gun and it was used during the Civil War.... pretty cool!

courtesy of Google Images

coffee and brain fogs

i awake in the morning, brain in a fog

the familiar puffed foam feeling fills my head

i stumble past my unsympathetic dog; whose sad eyes 

suggest i should return to bed.

used grounds are dropped into overflowing trash;

a clean filter fumbled into the basket that is filled with 

RICH GROUND BEANS

from my Sumatran stash. 

the aroma lifts the lid on my mind's casket

soon, the gurgling sound pricks my ears.

anticipation chases through my sluggish veins

trembling and blinking back delighted tears.

my haste's betrayed by several dark brown stains

TANKED UP ON COFFEE

i can now face my day taking 

on anything that may come my way

-unknown

Happy Friday!