Day 88: The Day Love Won.

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As you can probably guess I totally failed at writing this post yesterday. Apparently, blogging from bed in the dark while your cat sleeps soundly by your feet is not a productive work environment.

I fell asleep faster than Usain Bolt crossed any damn finish line.

ANYWAYS, yesterday was a HUUUUUUUGE day for American History and people all over the world.

In case you’ve been living under a rock in which the only internet access you bother to get is to read my blog (yeah right) The Supreme Court ruled it legal for same sex marriage to occur across the entirety of the United States of America.

Love is Love.

Love is Free.

And Love Won.

People were celebrating, rightfully so, everywhere… In the streets, in their homes, all over the country. Uniting in love, in celebration, in solidarity!

So, someone please explain to me all the things I’m suddenly hearing in protest to this gargantuan step forward for humans.

A priest, setting himself on fire?

Protests in the same streets of celebration?

Justices – four of them – against the decisions supposedly “because the people fighting for the right were not the same people who supported it all along”?

What is it I hear of people “threatening” to move to Canada to escape all the “nonsense”????

SAME SEX MARRIAGE HAS BEEN LEGAL HERE FOR 10 YEARS.

People, just be happy.

Feel the love.

Smile – because for the first time in a long time something undefinable, something intangible, something that can reach everywhere and no where at the same time…

Love won.

It triumphed.

I, for one, am very happy and proud to have been alive for this historic occasion.

– The One Who Just Feels Happy

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Day 55: Change Takes Commitment. 

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Today at the cafe was crazily good in my personal opinion. 

The morning was calm, the lunch rush went by with little to no issue, Yvette (work wife what up?!) and I powered our way through an 8 hour shift… Life was pretty sweet. 

There were jokes. 

There was a lot O’latte Art! Some good – some truly pathetic. 

For the first time in what felt like ages – things felt normal. 

And then I slowly started to realize that everything that felt normal, everything that felt familiar…. Was all new? 

New people. 

New work environment. 

New situation and new reactions… 

My job has transformed itself and I honestly couldn’t tell you when that happened. 

There’s been endless amounts of change in my life lately, and I’m ashamed to say that it has taken me this long to realize it. 

There’s a saying that says something about you not thinking anything has changed day to day until one day you look back and realize everything is different…. Or whatever. 

It doesn’t feel like it sometimes, but life moves forward. You live your life in so many small, fleeting moments that when compared side by side don’t seem all that different from one another. And when you put all of them together you create a transformative collage of change and progress. 

That’s to say that you’re committed to the change though. 

I feel like this week I’ve stopped living so fleetingly and started committing to change. 

Commitment to my job. With new people and new management. 

Commitment to a new diet. And actual exercise – although, intense exercise is something I’m hoping to have a short term, kind of fling relationship with. 

Summer lovin’ – you know? 

Commitment to being a good pet momma. Putting my feline child’s needs before my own. 

Commitment to redefining old roles and creating new and improved connections. 

Commitment to change. 

It doesn’t all have to be a big life shift. And all change will not be positive. 

But like anything, change is really what you make it.

Enough of all this because I’ve got to get up very early for work. 

Buenos Noches mi Lindos. 

– The One Who Must Rise at the Witching Hour. 

Day 42: The Late, Late Night Post with Noelle!

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The only thing worse than getting a clopen shift at work from your boss is rearranging your entire week’s work schedule yourself so that you clopen…

When the extended summer hours have kicked in and you close at 10pm instead of 9.

When you’re doing final assignments for school and you have to come straight home, pull an all-nighter, and report to work as if nothing had happened the night before.

T’was alllllll an illusion, folks.

Just kidding, because I’m still awake and sitting in front of my computer spitting out these words mindlessly before I’m to report back to my final essay for the second part of my first take home exam that’s due this week.

Say that ten times fast, I dare you.

I honestly have nothing else to say because I’m so stressed about having to finish this assignment and work tomorrow is only going to make things worse but here I am – crazy and awake.

Reports on how everything turned out tomorrow.

Bonne Nuit Mes Amis!

– The Professional Procrastinator that would’ve won Gold already if she Hadn’t Put it Off So Long…

P.S. Finished The Mindy Project – my life is over, I can’t get the theme song out of my head and so help me God if someone doesn’t tell me what was supposed to happen in Season 4 before the show was cancelled I’ll write a draft myself and fund-raise out the WA-HOO in order to bring season 4 to life.

Day 41: Shout Out to my Dad… For Finding Mom!

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Last night I went to a family hockey event and watched as a plethora of friends, family, and acquaintances hit the ice for some good old fashion, Canadian fun.

Among the group was a lively little one who had a thirst for activity, and a thirst for inclusion. I watched on in rapt attention as every person on the ice was mindful of his location, of when he fell, of when he had the puck…but not once did they treat him with ‘kid gloves’.

When he fell, he was expected to get right back up.

When he got the puck, he was expected to pass or bring it forward.

And when he finally had the opportunity to score a goal, all the adults not only helped him there but cheered him on as if nothing had changed in the game at all.

He was another player. Just like anyone else.

This, folks, is the beauty of parenthood.

It’s the process of letting something grow, nurturing it and showing it the right path in hopes that it grows toward the sun into something beautiful.

It’s the pain, struggle, anger, and heartache of watching things go wrong while still maintaining that there are lessons to be learned.

It is the accomplishment of a lifetime, and yet, there are no medals nor hefty awards except the product of all your labor and hard work – your kids.

Now, whether or not they are a reward all in themselves, I wouldn’t know. But it’s pretty incredible anyways, don’t you think?

I’d like to take this opportunity to wish my parents a very Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary. 35 years, 4 daughters, 3 grandchildren, and a legacy of lessons, love, and laughter behind them.

You guys are what the young kids call “relationship goals”. So please, for my young heart, keep it strong! ‘Cause you guys, you got it going on.

Thank you Dad… For finding Mom!

Happy Mother’s Day, Momma.

I’m sorry I can’t be there with you to get you breakfast in bed, or go to mass with you, or even eat dinner with you because I have to be at work basically all night — but I promise there is a gift waiting here for you. I will gift it upon next sighting!

I can, however, gift you with words, and I’d like to start with HOW DARE YOU…

How dare you brush my hair, for the knots made me exciting.

How dare you buy me clothes, the insults were biting.

How dare you pick me up, when walking home was cooler.

How dare you make me do my work, who wants to be a scholar?

How dare you make delicious meals, I can never fully explain them.

I still crave certain things, and you never fail to make them.

How dare you pick silly fights, just to make me laugh after.

How dare you teach me lessons, how to be a fighter.

How dare you watch me grow up, I wanted to be your kid forever.

How dare you make me proud to call you Mom…

But thank you for a love that never faltered.

I love you, Mom – now and more than likely forever.

Tell me, Momma, are you proud of your accomplishments? Because a day like today means that we’re proud of you, no matter what anyone says (and if anyone actually says anything I’ll beat them up!).

– The Fourth and Final

Day 38: The Art of the “R” Bomb

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Urban Dictionary defines the term “R Bomb” as the following:

“To read a message, and not respond, or ignore, usually with intention”.

I’d like to point out that as a Professional Writing and English major my grammar isn’t always on point, nor are my sentences perfectly structured, but I had to read that definition more than once to deduct that was ill conceived and if all else fails in the field — I can always get a job with Urban Dictionary.

Anyways, moving away from poor grammar and into texting (ha, see what I did there? Because texting is considered the leading form of language death and…yeah, whatever)…

I have a confession to make and this is a big one. I, Noelle De Vera, am a master at the RBOMB. I do it all the time, and honestly if I do not need to talk to you or I simply do not feel like it – I will completely bypass your message and respond when I see fit… IF I ever see fit.

I’m perfectly pleasant and a little passive aggressive about it. If you say “hey” a million times and I have ignored you or simply forgotten about answering your message you might get a response akin to “hey! I’m so sorry – I was __________”. Or if you write a long winded message that probably took you a few minutes to type out and then a few extra minutes to proofread and edit I might take a few hours to think about what I’d like to say, especially if you’re hoping for a positive response and I’m only willing to give an honest one. In response, you will get a long winded message that I too have edited and thought out – but the difference here is I ignored you for so long because I felt the need to prolong our friendship – even for a few hours.

I RBOMB people like it’s nobody’s business – a little less over text than I do over Facebook Chat, WhatsApp, and Snapchat…but hey, I’m a work in progress.

My problem is that people generally text me when they have an issue or a question they wish to ask me right in that moment and because I’m at work so often I don’t get around to seeing the message unless I’m on break or finished my shift. By that time, the message is rendered either irrelevant or you’ve gotten so fed up with waiting that you sought out the answer in a different place.

Snapchats are all about showing off – everyone knows that. So, I watch the 1- second picture sideshows and go about my day because I simply have nothing special to send pictures about. I will give Snapchat this though, it’s a lot easier to do while inebriated than texting is. There are times when autocorrect can’t even help me and my goodness it’s a relief to know that I can drunkenly send a picture of my face and the person on the other end of the conversation will just get it.

My attitude toward being RBOMB’d varies, however.

I will text you the second I have something to ask you. I will wait a good 5 minutes for a response and then I will message you again. After that I will ask someone else if they have the answer to my question and if they do not have it I will text you again. If this doesn’t work, I will either give up or call you and hang up as soon as you pick up so I know you’ve checked your phone.

I don’t care if you respond to my message.

I just need to know you’ve read it.

If the last few months have taught me anything, it’s that sometimes I say things that honestly leave little to be said in response or that people just have no response for.

You see, folks – I like to finish things that I’ve started. Apparently.

I can’t remember the last time I honestly just messaged someone because I felt like talking to them.

I miss conversations like those.

But I stopped having them because I got tired of being RBOMB’d.

Somewhere along the line, I took up a habit of doing the exact same thing.

ITS A DISEASE.

Just because I do it a lot doesn’t mean I like having it done to me. If I take the time to respoInd to your texts right away you’ve reached a level in my life where you’re more important than work, my customers, my job integrity, and my overall image as an upstanding employee.

If you’ve reached that level, Mazel Tov, L’Chaim and good lineage to you and yours.

I’m going to bury my face in a book until my Feline Child demands I turn off the light.

– The Master RBOMB-er

P.S. I’ve realized my book is in my purse all the way in the other room so therefore I will now just go to sleep.

Day 29: Where Everybody Knows Your Name…

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“Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name… And they’re always glad you came…”

These past few weeks have been more than a little hectic for me – and between finals for school and my other job, I found myself working a lot of closing shifts at the cafe. I was never available for the morning shifts due to other engagements. 

Recently, with school dying down and a change in management – I’ve made my return to mornings at the cafe and I was pleased to note that I was missed. 

There’s something so rewarding about the following phrases when you work in customer service: 

“Good morning Beautiful! I was wondering if I’d ever get to see that smile of yours again..”

“Oh thank goodness! I thought you left forever…. I’ll have the usual”

“Where have you been?! Things are not the same around here without you.”

“I told that new guy that you were really good. I hope he keeps you in the morning…”

“The Prodigy has returned!!”

Okay, so that last one was a lie… Call it a play on words. Never the less, all of the other ones were expressed this morning and it warmed my grinch sized heart to the core. 

I’m not under the illusion that if I were to spontaneously combust one day and another barista were to take my place that every customer that is familiar with me would care. However, it’s nice to be recognized for the time and effort I’ve put in over the last two years. 

Yes — I really do know at least 80% of my customers by name. 

Yes — I do know what they order. And it does differ by day, season, and whether or not they’re dining in or taking out. But I always remember. 

Yes — I know most of their back stories. Whether or not they have kids, their kids names, if they’re getting married soon… Etc 

Additionally, I like demonstrating my limited knowledge of both Hebrew and Spanish. It makes me happy to shock people — and they usually get a laugh at out of my pronunciation. 

I love talking to people and getting to know them. I love building communities. 

It really is nice to go where everybody knows your name. For the right reasons. 

And I like providing a place where people feel at home. Where they are comfortable. A neighbourhood. 

That’s all the thought I have for one day. 

My kitty child has deemed it bedtime because she’s been asleep for hours and I’m being annoying by being on my phone. So sassy. 

I’m going to attempt my daily crossword but I’m honestly so sleepy I’m afraid I’ll stab myself in the face with my mechanical pencil so maybe I’ll pass? 

** I’m going to admit that I just briefly fell asleep during this post** 

Gracias mi Amigas Cheetah y Lindos. 

Todo el Amor. 

Besos, 

– La Niña y su Bella Durmiente Gatito   

 

Day 11: Blogging, Exams, and a Social Life?! Oh my…

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Dearest Readers… I’ve become committed to this cause. One full year of blogging. I’ve become so committed, in fact, that I’ve downloaded the WordPress app (WITHOUT WIFI) so that I can enjoy the evening out with my friend while making sure this post makes the day… So what if I’m cutting it close with only two hours to go?

Mariam is sitting next to me at a resto/lounge/dessert bar place type thingy called Destiny. I have to say, I’m mildly impressed with the way our visit has turned out.

  • They only gave us one order of fried rice (don’t worry, we ordered it that way)
  • They asked if we had everything we needed before walking away.
  • The drinks were not only correct, but freaking delicious and arrived in a timely manner!!!
  • Also, this place has not only a pretty nice bathroom — but you can play board games! Not in the bathroom. That’s gross… But gross enough to not patent?!

My newest life struggle thus far would have to be the sheer amount of things I get invited to on a daily basis. I mean, being a social person cannot in any way be considered a bad thing – but if you had told me a year ago that a vast majority of my weekends would be booked up? I would’ve laughed in your face and gone back to reading my book. Probably the last in a series. Probably not the first time I’ve read the series.

Anyhoo, these events aren’t cheap! You know? You have to think of transportation (dumb public transit had to close early… Like, damn), food, drinks, and if it’s someone’s birthday or otherwise you can’t very well show up empty handed!! Trust me, they say it’s fine — bitch, it ain’t fine.

Fact of the matter is, there is a fine line between being social and being ridiculously poor… Wait… What?

Mariam has not only filled up the time with writing some sham wedding vows on our discarded napkin, but she’s also taken the opportunity to draw out our co-written production “Yoohoo”.

** Mariam: you’re spelling it wrong. It’s Yoo with a W, H, and two Os. YOOWHOO.

Anyways, the curtain opens and I say “YOOWHOO” and there is a tree house in the corner – you know what? I’m just gonna take a picture.

By the way, I’m supposed to tell all of you its a Mariam Ahmed Production (Wait? What?).

Happy Friday Eerbody!

Stay (kind of) sober, and if not –  just stay out of jail!

L’Chaim!!

-The Bald One with Bangs in the Stick Figure Picture

P.S. Why yes, Mariam is a little crazy. Why do you ask?

Day 2: Can you Hear me God? It’s Me, Noelle!

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Happy Hump Day! Oh, and April Fools? But that’s not a joke because it’s a legitimate greeting and one should take it as such. Anyhow – welcome to the middle of your work week, folks…

I feel like when I embarked on this blogging extravaganza I considered a lot of things like which host website I wanted to use (kudos to WordPress for making the final cut – you are not the weakest link!), what kind of theme I wanted for my blog (simple yet sophisticated, but something that showed my age as well…you know?), and what I wanted the blog to be about (which is still up in the air as of the moment because let’s be real here, I hardly know what the hell I’m doing…Agh).

One major oversight I may have had (call it an almost certainty) is that fact that I have to come up with a different title for my posts every. single. day. So I’m promising from here on out to make my titles as interesting as possible without trying to hard to make them something they’re not.

Yes I enjoy a good pun…and most of the bad ones too.

Yes I like referencing pop culture because I’m of that age and don’t tell me how to live my life!

Yes there will be times when my post titles are dry, generic, and just plain simply unfantastical.

Such is life – c’est la vie!

You know what else is simply unfantastical? Trips to the Doctor’s office. You know, those once or twice yearly visits wherein you must take the morning, afternoon or entire day off work in order to mosey your way over to the Doctor’s office only to be told what you already know that “other than a few minor set backs due to any number of things, your health is intact and will continue to be that way if you eat well, exercise regularly, and …” zZzZzZ… I’m sorry, what was that?

I’m kidding, of course, one should always listen attentively to their physician because your body is your temple or a wonderland for people like John Mayer or…yeah, I lost it again.

The waiting area is by far my least favorite part of going to see the Doctor…

I mean really, customary calming sunset picture? Check.

Leaning tower of outdated magazines not even addressed to the Doctors in the office? Check.

Numerous posters detailing all the things that could be wrong with you but you don’t know and that’s why you’re at the Doctor’s office in the first place and I think the people in the corner are speaking about me in hushed voices because they keep looking at me but I can’t be sure because one’s got a lazy eye and none of them speak the same language as I do and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TO THE TINY, ANCIENT WOMAN IN THE CORNER PLEASE stop tapping your travel sized lotion bottle against your hand because I can guarantee you, m’am, that it is in fact completely, 100% empty… Don’t worry folks, I’m not riddled with anxiety -ever. Who me? Pshaw.

The Doctor’s office was a trip and a half and I am ever so glad that I will not be subjected to it for the foreseeable future. I’m safe for at least another year – phew! I get so nervous going to these appointments that I must go to certain measures upon my arrival at home in order to calm down. #TeamStressCook

For those of you who don’t know what “stress cooking” is, it’s like going for a run to let off steam… for people who like to eat.

“Everything tastes better than skinny feels…” I think that’s right…right?

The meal I ended up crafting was a quasi Sheppard’s pie that took me the better part of two hours to make – but it turned out beautifully! So Rachel Ray can shove her 30 minute meals because this was much too delicious.

I suppose that’s all for now because I’ve rambled on for far too long.

Tally Ho!

– The Self Proclaimed Culinary Genius that Hates The Doctor’s Office

P.S. If you’re wondering why there is only “before” pictures of the quasi Sheppard’s pie – Travis (best friend, comic book nerd, mathematical genius, and honorary roommate) came over and we decided eating it would be much more fun than stopping to take Instagram photos…

#ThatTotalLackOfFilterLifeThough

**Batman Theme Plays**