Saturday, July 2, 2011

Saturday night July 2nd

Just me and my Venti coffee.   MMMMMM!
House blend, no idea what it is.  Mild roast.  Yeah, it's been one of those days.

Here's the thing, it's summer.  I have spent more time in the last few months at my mother's, then I have in my own apartment, that I do not even keep coffee in the place anymore. 
All cooking has been at my mother's for months.  Which means,  I get up, get dressed and trek over to mom's in the morning before I even have a coffee.  And if you know me, then you know by now that I am a caffeine junkie to the max.
That means, I start my day with 3 coffees right off before anything else, and continue to drink coffee/tea all day long.  And no, it does not keep me awake. 
So this, this was my take-away for the night.   It's about the size of two mugs worth.  Thought I would share my coffee time with you, my lovely Spudguns,  while I continue to wait for the Spike site to put up the episode of Thursday's Impact.  

Oh and you see my tattoo yes, well I had not one, not two but three ladies who were mentally handicapped {not kidding they all had little day passes around their necks, the kind that reminded me of VIP passes} who started talking about my tattoo.  They were standing around at the bus earlier a few feet from me, discussing the size of my tattoo.  And when I turned they started telling me that I had done a bad thing getting inked because tattoos are a thing only bad people like Ozzy Osbourne does.    It was all I could do not to break out laughing.  Specially when the one lady started to say she wanted to get one but knew if she did she'd go to hell for it. 
Well, I guess that means hell will be one damned great party if anyone who has ever had a tattoo done is going to be there and I will look forward to hanging out with many rockstars, celebrity chefs, and Wade Barrett, Mr. Anderson, Rey Mysterio, Randy Orton, Ink Inc; among other wrestlers.