I start a couple more classes soon. The first assignment for a world religion course is a 200-300 word essay about yourself. I kind of hate the introductions because I don't really know what I should put in there.
Back ten years ago I had a list of I'll-never-be-one-of-those-people things I refused to do. I wasn't going to be a wife that called her husband at work all the time with some stupid crap. I wasn't going to cover my desk with pictures of my kids, blehck. I also wasn't going to bore people with incessant stories about my kids.
Well. I call or talk to Yago everyday while he's at work. Not necessarily because there's something going on that I'm too fragile to handle on my own but because I like to talk to him. (Didn't see that one coming...) I can't help but put a picture of my kids on my desk. They're cute. Besides, even if they can't see my desk I feel like it's a betrayal if I don't have their picture there. And what do I have to talk about if I don't talk about my family? Not much.
So this essay... it will be a challenge. As I sit looking at my nearly empty coffee mug from Paris maybe I can discuss how I came to worship the Coffee Bean. I am nothing if not pious in my devotion. I remember when I first converted from Catholicism in Monterey. StuckinMD was instrumental in my baptism.
Ha ha Ha, I just remembered where I lost your blogsite, and I am entertainingly catching up on your posts, while at work. So I am guiltily skimming through, and I read converted from Catholicism in Monterey...and StuckinMD and I was WHAAA did we do. Then I laughed as I went back through reading more thoroughly about our escapades in Monterey and the Coffee Bean. I forgot even then, my coffee fiendish ways, although they weren't quite as refined as they have gotten.
ReplyDeleteAh yes. I just remember thinking coffee was gross before Monterey. However, some of those teachers were so boring that they eventually changed my mind.
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