Pumpkin Spiced Lattes

Pumpkin Spiced Lattes

Ingredients
3 cups hot whole milk (or could use 2% or even soy milk for healthier drink)
4 teaspoons white sugar (or use Truvia or Splenda)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
6 ounces double-strength brewed coffee
3 tablespoons sweetened whipped cream (can use low-fat but who wants to?)
3 pinches pumpkin pie spice
Directions
Combine the hot milk (suggest you microwave the milk. I always burn it if I use the stove), sugar, vanilla extract, and pumpkin pie spice in a blender; blend until frothy. Pour the mixture into 3 coffee mugs to about 2/3 full. Pour 2 ounces coffee into each mug. Garnish each mug with whipped topping and pumpkin pie spice.

I Was Such a Bad Girl

I was downdown again today, on the alley, passing Starbucks with the windows down in the heat. That fappee kept calling to me and when that unique smell of coffee hit as I passed I caved. (Go ahead. slap my hand. I deserve it. The Devil made me do it.)

An Insight

Today I learn something about myself. I have never been a patient person. I hate to wait on anything, but today on my way home I decided I needed something really bad. An end of the work week perk. So I sat in my car-texting, writing, going over my calender, inching forward only a few feet at a time when I happen to glance at my car clock. I was only two cars away from my prize and realized I have been in line for twenty minutes! That must be a record for me. As I reached the window and forked over my hard earned money I admitted to myself.
I am a hardcore Starbucks fanatic. Especially when a Venti Pumkin Spice Latte with a double shot of epresso was waiting for me. Yummm, Heaven!

Men, Tattoos, and Coffee Drinks

Our Ugly Pics

Mother’s Day has come and gone and now looking back at this past Sunday it really should have been called Sisters’ Day. Both of my sisters were down to visit with our Mom, but after about an hour Mom grew tired and went to rest and the various kids in the house (from my 9 year old niece to my 20 year old nephew) disappeared to do their own thing away from the prying eyes of grown-up. So us girls found our way out onto the porch to catch up. Catching up to us means discussing -the men in our lives, our brother in Florida (because he was not there to defend himself) and his weird messed up marriage, comparing our newest tattoos, checking out each others ring tones and pictures on our phones, and our favorite coffee drinks- among other things.

We really don’t live that far away-just an hour or two away from each other, but our lives keep us so busy we only get to see each other at holidays. I really love to be with Dianna and Angela and just talk, preferably at a Chinese restaurant.

It’s so funny how similar we are and yet how very different. Dianna is tall, brownish red hair and green eyed, has three girls, and works for the government. Hasn’t got a creative bone in her body. Only wants three choices when it comes to coffee drinks-iced, latte, or cappacino. Angela is tall, blond, and grey eyed. She has three boys, has a steady job as a dental technition, loves to do crafty things, wants only black coffee or a mocha fappacino, Me, I’mshorter than either of them, red haired and blue-eyed, no kids, a working artist, and I’ve tried about every drink at Starbucks and love hot tea.

But we are also the same as in we are into heavy metal music, have an addiction to tattoos, in love with Vin Desil ,and prefer cats over dogs.

Yeah, I miss my sisters when they are not here, but maybe it’s a good thing we don’t live closer to each other. I remember some of the fights we had growing up and the “heated discussions” we had as adults. Distance is good.

Thoughts On Traffic, People, And Issues

I had gone to town late this afternoon and on my way home I realized something. Everyone growls about having to wait in traffic, but really doesn't bother me. I was sitting in my car, heavy metal blaring from my radio, sipping on a caramel fappicino from Starbucks, my windows down with the smells drifting in from all the various restraughts along the street. And I was happy. I loved this time of day. And I people watched. A favorite past-time of mine.
All around me I could see other drivers either on their phones, frowning at the traffic lights, talking with their passangers. Most looked harried, distracted, bored, unhappy. The stress levels around there must of been very high. I was thinking, like, chill, people. No need to get all hot and bothered. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, like me. Keep the blood pressure down. You'll get home eventally.
I try not to get stressed over anything. Stress causes medical problem. Don't need anymore of that.
People who don't really know me think that I don't care. Those that do know me know that's not the case. I just refuse to let issues rule my life. (and sometimes I really DON'T care.)
Back to the traffic. As bad as it is now, wait until the holiday shopping begins. I'm planning on shopping online, but I think I will go ride up and down the main streets just to watch the dramas. Woowhoo!

A Dreary Sunday-A new poem

Alone I sit in my house,
only a snap and crackle from the fireplace
to relieve the silence.
An extra large Lazyboy envelopes my body,
my sleeping cats my only companions,
the smell of freshly made dark roast coffee
along with the heavy perfume of roses in a vase
premeates the air,
a chilly drizzle is coming down outside,
but inside I am wrapped in an old sweater.
It smells faintly of pipe smoke and old navy,
and memories of my grandfather.
What is that sound that I hear...
a flock of geese fly by overhead,
their calls break the silence for a moment.

Spring! Spring! I love Spring! I love the Daffadils and the Dandelions. I love the Pear trees and the Redbuds. I love Cherry Blossoms and Dogwoods. I love the fresh green grass and bright new budding leaves. I love baby chicks, and baby deer, and baby rabbits, and kittens and puppies and the warm weather. The warmth makes me want to run around my yard and scream and dance. I want to start digging in the soil and plant things. I want to drive around the city with all my windows down and my radio blaring. I want a new haircut and to buy new clothes that show off my tattoos. I want to tell my boss that I'm taking the next few months off and he can deal with it. I want to go wild!

Today was a beautiful day. What I call a Starbucks Caramel Frappricino Day!!!