Coffee Talk

So yesterday I walked into Caribou Coffee in Glenview, I pretty much go to the same place everyday, it's tough having an addiction. They have been running a promotion on coffee all week, buy one pound and get a free drink. They haven't been selling much, so yesterday they took some drastic measures. Posted above the usual sale sign was a handwritten note, by the guy who works there (who incidentally reminds me of Reed??) the sign reads;

For every person who doesn't buy a pound of coffee, God kills a kitten. Buy some coffee, think about the kittens!

I found this sign to be hilarious! I mean laugh out loud funny. However the fine upstanding citizens of Glenview did not. A lady walked in behind me with a 3 yr old little girl, read the sign and said, "That's disgusting! Take that down, it's distasteful!" The Reed-esque worker promptly removed the sign.

That visual provided me with a little nugget of comedy all day.

Taking stock

Not too much going on lately in the Delaney household. The past few weekends have been quiet, which is unusual for us. This past weekend we relaxed most of the time and then on Sunday we went to an old friend from high school’s wedding. We all said how it felt like a little warm up for our ten-year reunion, which is next weekend. The wedding was very nice, it was held at the Arboretum in Lombard, which is a beautiful place for a wedding. It was great to see Tim again and to meet his new wife Karin. They sound like they really have a great relationship, and both John and I are happy for them. At the wedding there were a few classmates and it was fun to catch up and talk about the upcoming reunion.

Reunions are funny things because they bring up such a mixture of emotions. When I first heard about the reunion I was very excited to see friends and find out what everyone had been up to. Just to say hi, and maybe get in touch with some people that I had lost contact with. I had always thought that most people had matured since high school and so there would be no cliques and no cattiness, just everyone being friendly. I was excited and I really couldn’t understand why anyone else wouldn’t be. Some of my friends had expressed other emotions about going to the reunion, and I am now just beginning to understand that.

It was about 3 weeks ago that it finally hit me, just a general feeling of nervousness. I was worried about every detail of the reunion; from what to wear, to what if someone was mean to me, to what if I have nothing to talk about with someone??? My always active imagination went into overdrive and I became a little crazy. I started to take stock of my life, and wonder how would I answer the tough questions like, “what have you been up to????” It sounds ridiculous I know, but you start to doubt how wonderful your life is.

So I continued on with my nervous thoughts until yesterday when we went to Tim and Karin’s wedding, which was like the pre-game to the big game. Walking in I felt anxious, and decided a glass of wine might be a good idea. I really had nothing to worry about. Overall, the night was great, everyone talked and laughed and it went just fine. It was nice to see that other people didn’t seem as perfect as I built them up to be, they seemed normal just like me.

At home later that night I was getting ready for bed thinking about the day and I looked over at my wonderful husband watching the Bears game, and my kitties chasing each other around in the one bedroom apartment that we all squeeze into, and I realized how completely insane I had gone. My life is fabulous, I have everything I ever wished for and more. And obviously there’s room for improvement, how sad if there weren’t? Life is a work in progress. If someone asks me what have I been up to, I will have a lot to tell them.

I am really thankful that I had this eye opening experience a week before the reunion because I would hate to have wasted my time at the reunion being nervous instead of getting to know some old friends better.

Forcast for Saturday: Sunny and 77

I woke up Saturday to one of the most beautiful days that I have seen in Chicago, sunny about 77 degrees with a breeze-perfect!

I decided to take a walk through the neighborhood over to the farmer’s market. The farmer’s market is one of my favorite places to frequent in the city. I love looking at all the stands and it’s a great place to people watch.
After picking out some beautiful flowers, I continued on with my walk and did something else I love-shopping! I can’t think of a better way to spend the day. I did feel a twinge of guilt enjoying the day so much when I thought about John’s events for the day, running a grueling 18 miles. But hey, training for the marathon was his idea, not mine! By the way, I’m proud of you John for sticking with it, you are almost there-keep it up!

Saturday night John and I made the trek out to the ‘burbs for our friend Brooke’s birthday. They hosted a bar-b-que and then we continued on to a bar with a very large beer garden, it was an interesting place complete with a castle. We had a great night.

How many boys does it take to move a dog house? The boys help out Brooke by moving Zoey's dog house, definitely a funny sight!
Darcy and Eric
Happy Birthday Brooke!
A shout out to Balld, thanks for being one of the few to read my blog.
Darcy, the dark hair looks cute! That's a cool tuxedo t-shirt, you got yourself one hot man.