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Starbucks Coffee Fall Giveaway!

standard September 26, 2013 66 responses

This morning I had to turn the heat on in the car. This afternoon it will still be in the mid 70s, this is California after all, but that one twist of the car’s air dial really brought it home.

Fall is on its way.

I know, technically it started on Sunday, or the week before when Starbucks brought out their Pumpkin Spice Latte, but for me, still sporting flipflops, capris, and tank-tops as the temperatures played around in the high 80s, it hasn’t felt very Fall-ish.

Until this morning. When I lamented the lack of sweater in my car and shivered myself through school drop off. You know, until I remembered that the temperature dial on the car has other settings besides “please make this car as cold as possible.”

So there I was, driving home, enjoying the blast of warm air gushing out of the car vents when I started thinking about all the things I love about Fall.

Pumpkin Spice Lattes are high on the list.

Want some coffee? 

Starbucks and I would love to invite you to share what you love about the Fall — fuzzy socks? warm woolly sweaters? — in the comments section. A week from today, Thursday, October 3rd, I’ll randomly pick a commenter to win an awesome Starbucks “Welcome Fall!” Keurig coffee package.

 And the winner is #55 Jules McNubbin a fellow honey crisp lover! Congrats Jules!

Come on, you know a warm cup of coffee is the best way to beat the cold on a nippy Fall morning!

Please note: I was not compensated to write this post, though I did receive a pack of coffee of my own. Feel free to come over and share a cup with me!

Getting into gear

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If I could sit down and work as soon as I’m out of the shower and have poured myself my first cup of tea I could get so much done. I’m so productive that early in the morning. My brain is engaged. Thoughts are flowing. Ideas are blooming.

But, other than answering a few emails between morning tasks, any actual sitting at the computer and working has to wait until the kids are up, fed, dressed, hair brushed, and schlepped to their various destinations.

So, to recap, I’m primed and ready for work at 7am. I only sit down and open my computer at 9.

And by 9? My brain is all over the place.  It takes actual effort to focus my eyes on the computer and even once they’re there it’s hard to decide what to do.


There’s some facebooking.

A little tweeting.

I check in with groups and friends on Skype.

I open my email fifteen million times and somehow never actually read anything.

I open the Blogger editor and start thinking of something to say.

I close the Blogger editor and forget my ideas.

I read a blog or two.

I check out an article or three.

I drink my coffee.

Sometimes I drink my coffee with a friend who’s wandered in.

And finally, at long last, my brain aligns with my eyes and my fingers and I start typing.

First an email, then a comment, a post might start to brew in the back of my head.

I start to remember things that I need to do, want to do. I start to really focus.

Of course by then I’ve been sitting at my corner table at Starbucks for two hours and I start to feel a bit self conscious about taking up the space, but I don’t let that stop me. Breaking my concentration at this point would signal the end of the work day. It just takes me too long to get into anything.


Two hours later, hungry and most likely doing the potty dance, I’ll still be at that table, wondering if I should just cave and buy a yogurt or risk taking a break for a real lunch. The decision is usually based on how much work I’ve accomplished and how much more needs to be done.

I’ve eaten a lot of Starbucks yogurts.

I’ve overstayed my welcome many, many days.

I just hope they won’t ever get tired of me. Who knows how long it would take me to get to work anywhere else.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do. I’ve been here for two hours already and this is the first thing I’ve finished.

Starbucks Goes Instant.

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In a move that’s going to make Starbucks even more famous, (if that were possible) this week the major coffee corporation launched a product that has been 20 years in the making.

VIA. Instant coffee.

I know. I know. Your grandma was drinking Sanka long before the 80s. VIA ain’t your grandma’s Sanka.

Instead of dehydrating brewed coffee and pulverising it, Starbucks figured out how to take real coffee beans and grind them so fine that the powder produced dissolves instantly in water – hot or cold. To make sure that you realize there’s a difference, they’re calling it ready brew, not instant.

It really did take them 20 years to figure out the process, so it’s understandable that the Starbucks executives are insanely excited to finally present this gold dust to its customers.

And it is gold dust. Fine powder that smells exactly like coffee should smell.

Slip a packet or two in your pocket so you’re never home without a cup of decent coffee. Or do what the foodies around the world are going to do – hunt down some recipes that call for coffee powder and have at it. I’m thinking that VIA rubbed on a nice steak would be amazing, especially if we follow it up with some chocolate mocha iced brownies.

Mix a little packet of the VIA Instant Brew in exactly 8oz of cold or hot water and you’ll have yourself a cup of coffee that you probably won’t be able to tell hasn’t been freshly brewed.

Not convinced? Head over to a Starbucks any time between Friday, October 2 to Monday, October 5 and take part in the taste test challenge. Starbucks is pretty confident you won’t be able to tell which cup is instant and which cup is drip coffee. Most of their experts couldn’t tell, why would you?

Cliff Burrows Starbucks US President,
presenting VIA to a gawking group of press mavens like myself (snort).
He prefers the Colombian. Me, the Italian Roast.

Taking candy from strangers never leads to anything good

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His light tap on my shoulder shocked me to my core. I jumped in my seat and looked around wildly. After not working for over two weeks I had finally managed to knuckle down and concentrate. I was lost in the blog post I was writing for Silicon Valley Moms Blog, focusing on getting the words and feelings just right.

I looked at the man, smiling slightly, standing way too close to me, holding out two Ricola cough drops. It took me a moment to understand what he was implying. I hadn’t even noticed that I was coughing. For a crazy second I thought “Whoah, stranger danger. Why is this strange man offering me candy?” Then I remembered that as a grown-up that’s not usually a concern, and that my coughing was probably driving him up the wall.

I took a Ricola and thanked him. And then I tried to get back to work, only now I was acutely aware of the tickle in my throat and the insane urge to cough that I kept having to suppress. I sucked slowly on my cough drop and wrote a few more sentences.

A few more sentences later and I had forgotten my irritable neighbor and I let out a small cough. “Would you like another?” He instantly asked. I mumbled a curt no thank you and kept working, grumbling a bit in my head. When he moaned after I cleared my throat I started to get annoyed. Seriously, winter time in a coffee shop, people are going to be sick, it’s a fact of life. Deal with it, dude.

I’m too nice. I didn’t play the loud coughing passive aggressive card, instead I kept suppressing my cough and attempting to focus on my work. The tickle didn’t go away and my production went way down, but by God that man wasn’t disturbed. That said, I can’t make any promises about tomorrow. If he’s around I’m not suppressing anything.