Will you be my coffee date?
I've seen a few of these posts floating around in blogland and I like the thought of it... Would you like to come over for coffee? My treat!
If you came over for coffee I wouldn't be able to offer much in the way of coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker myself, and I've never even brewed a pot, but I've got a fridge stocked to the brim with soda. I'd offer you a diet coke or a Dr. Pepper or, maybe if you're lucky, some crystal lite.
Then I'd probably offer you some chips and guacamole. Guacamole is my greatest love in life. I love to whip up my own guac- mash up an avocado, throw some spices and some lime in it, and dig in with fresh tortilla chips. We'd sit on my couch because it's more comfortable than my bar stools and Maverick would jump all over us trying to eat our food. I'd probably say "Maverick! Down! Stop it! Down!" about thirteen times before we= finished our snack.
If this were your first time to Utah I'd ask you if you like it, and I'd apologize for the snow. Snow is really the pits, especially on February 19 when we're all so desperate for a little bit of spring. But it is what it is.
I'd probably admit to you that I've been feeling stressed this past week. It seems like there are always big decisions looming in the future. Big decisions are hard. Greg and I try to be on the same page with career, family, and church goals but we're not always and sometimes it just requires so much patience and prayer and understanding to get everything all figured out. I know this is all very vague and if you were really really sitting on my couch stuffing your face with guac I wouldn't be so vague. I'd give you details and let you know of the decisions on our plate. I would tell you that God has always taken me to the place I need to be, so I am doing my best to trust in Him to continue to do so. But sometimes I just wish I knew the end from the beginning, I would tell you that much.
I would tell you I'm so so ready for warm weather, and I'd ask you if maybe you wanted to hit the outlet malls with me for some spring shopping. I live basically in the backyard of the outlets so it's easy to stop by at any time. I would tell you that I've been looking forsome bright, fun clothes, but I'd complain to you that it's been a little bit hard with my constantly expanding belly and not knowing exactly what I can wear or not wear. I'd also tell you that maternity shopping is a real drag. Nothing bright, cute, or fun, and lots and lots of frumpy and ugly blouses. I'd tell you that if I had a bunch of money to spend, I would invest it in a cute, hip maternity clothes company. Kardashians, are you listening?
Speaking of Kardashians, I'd ask you if you have been watching. If you say no I would say me neither. If you say yes we would talk it for the next 20 minutes.
And then, as long as we're on the subject of reality TV, I'd ask you if have been watching The Bachelor. Even if you don't watch, I'd probably try to talk to you about it. I'd tell you how annoying Nikki and Claire are and how embarrassed I am for them that they are in their early 30s and still fighting like high school girls. I would tell you that I love Renee, but I don't want her to win because she's too good for Juan Pablo. I would tell you that I actually kind of liked Sharleen and was sad that she left early. I was impressed with the way that Juan Pablo handled her leaving and althought I doubt they would have lasted long, I would have liked him to choose her. I would tell you that I think he's going to choose Claire which I guess is fine because they kind of seem to deserve each other. I would tell you I think Andi will be the next bachelorette because none of the others fit the oh-so-specific bachelorette mold. Renee is not pretty enough, Nikki is too whiny, and Claire is too crazy.
I would tell you that I have been feeling so tired lately. All I want to do is take a nappppp..... I would also tell you that I used to not believe in pregnancy brain but now I do. When I was driving to work this morning I couldn't figure out why I felt so hungry, and then I realized that I hadn't eaten breakfast. Oops. Also this morning I couldn't find the lunch I had packed for school, and only after much searching did I find it in the freezer.
I'd probably pull out some nail polish and ask you if you want to paint your nails. I kind of love painting my nails, but I always bite it off after only a day. I've got a perfect red and lots of shade of pinks and black and a deep purple that I love.
If you have had a baby or are now pregnant, we'd probably talk about pregnancy and impending motherhood. I would try to not talk about it too much, though, because while I am so grateful to be having a baby, I don't consider it to be the most interesting thing about me. If you don't have a baby nor have ever been pregnant I'd assume the topic wasn't too fascinating to you, and I would only talk about it if you brought it up first.
We would talk about work and I would tell you how much I love my job, and I'm sure I'd have some great stories about the tikes that I'm not allowed to tell on this blog. I'd have embarrasssing stories and hilarious stories and probably some really sad stories, too. If you are a teacher we might talk about education and the many shortcomings of public education and how we can fix all of those problems.
By then it'd probably be late and you'd be glancing at your watch, so I would tell you that I understand your time is precious and thanks so much for coming over and enjoying some guac and soda and sorry about the not having coffee thing. I might then remember to ask you a suggestion for dinner as I probably would have no idea what I was making that night and cooking is such a total chore for me. If you were a real fabulous coffee date, you would offer to stay an extra hour and make dinner for me.
That is what might happen if you came over for coffee.