Showing posts with label funny story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny story. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Once Upon a time

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in The South.

She lived in The South of pearls and flip-flops, biscuits and gravy, shrimp and grits, and sweet tea. She lived in The South of every Sunday church attendance, slow-paced living and even slower talking. She lived in The South where there were no strangers. Everyone was a friend, and everyone knew everything about everyone else.

When this little Southern Girl grew up, she went to college in The South. That's where she met The Yankee Boy. He was a nice Yankee. She was very surprised by him because she thought nice Yankees were a myth, like gold at the end of the rainbow.

The Southern Girl fell head over heels for the Yankee Boy. She even agreed to marry him. She was sure the Yankee Boy would get a job in The South. He would come to love grits and biscuits and gravy. His Yankee upbringing would be cured when they lived together in The South. She was sure of it.

She was wrong.

The Yankee Boy got a job Up North.

The Southern Girl that agreed to marry the Yankee Boy had to move to The North!

She was convinced it would be awful. She had heard horror stories about life in The North. She just knew that all the Yankees would be rude and mean. They would talk way too fast and make fun of her accent.

But she would have followed that Yankee Boy anywhere.

At first, life in The North was very hard on the Southern Girl. The Yankees didn't speak the same as she did. They didn't eat the same foods. They didn't wear the same kind of clothes. Instead of Buggies, they had Shopping Carts. And they didn’t have Bag Boys at the grocery store. The Southern Girl had to bag her own groceries! And they certainly didn't act in a way she understood. These Yankees were mean!

The Southern Girl in Yankee Land had a lot to learn. She had to learn how to live without sweet tea at restaurants. The Yankee people didn't even know what sweet tea was! She had to learn how to keep her thoughts to herself in public. The Yankees did not seem interested in chatting as they rang up her groceries or prepared her coffee at Starbucks.

Over time, the Southern Girl made friends with the cashier at the grocery store. She learned to bag her own groceries. She made sweet tea for all of her friends. The Southern Girl in the Yankee Land learned that just because the Yankees appeared rude, didn't mean they really were. They just didn't know any better. Given a little bit of grace, the Yankees could open up and actually be nice people. The Southern Girl even started to appreciate some of what The North had to offer.

The Southern Girl and the Yankee Boy had babies. Growing up in Yankee Land made it hard to raise them as Southern babies. There was some confusion at first. The babies like black eyed peas - preferably cooked with ham chunks. Those are really hard to find Up North.  The Southern Babies in the Yankee Land like grits too. The Southern Girl had to ask her Momma to ship the grits to her.

The Yankee Boy and the Southern Girl are trying to raise their boys with a bit of balance. They are the kindest boys in Yankee land. They say Yes Ma’am and No Sir. They say please and thank you. That's the Southern in them. They are also really quick thinkers. They’re comfortable in big cities and familiar with mass transit. That’s the Yankee in them. They have the best of both worlds.

And what happened to the Southern Girl who married the Yankee boy?

She is a very happy.  She has learned that Yankees are not all bad. Most of them are actually very nice people. They just need help. She still loves to go South. She enjoys the slower pace of life Down South and good home cooking. But she appreciates the things that come from living in Yankee land too: cheese steaks, changing of seasons, big city adventures, white American cheese, and new experiences around every corner.

She still talks like a Southern Girl. It confuses the Yankees. She blesses their heart and calls them "Darlin'". But every once in a while, you will hear her holler at the car in front of her in a very unladylike fashion. The Yankees may be rubbing off on her.

But she will always be a Southern Girl.



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Monday, September 17, 2012

Want To Hear About A Strange Tradition In Our House?

Family traditions counter alienation and confusion. They help us define who we are; they provide something steady, reliable and safe in a confusing world.
 - Susan Lieberman

We are all Philadelphia Eagles football fans in our house. DH and I really enjoy watching football together and as our boys have grown, we have passed our love of Eagles football on to them. Now, when football season starts each fall, we celebrate as a family. I have instituted what we like to call Eagle Day. It occurs the day of the first home Eagles game of each season.

Since games are on Sunday, our celebration doesn't start until we get home from church. The first thing we do when we get home is change into whatever Eagle gear we happen to have - each of us owns quite a collection of Eagles t-shirts, jerseys, hats, etc. Then DH  starts making lunch while the boys and I get the living room ready for TV watching and lunch eating.  Our lunch consists of traditional Philly foods - cheese steaks, Herrs potato chips, and Tasty Kakes. If you have to ask what any of those things are, you really need to visit Philly soon! You are missing out.

We sit down to eat our lunch and watch the game together. As the boys grow, our football watching experience has changed some.

When they were babies, we would sit on the floor and entertain them with baby toys during the game. And we had to be careful not to cheer to loudly - I've made each of them cry at least once when I yelled at the TV (yes, I really get into my football).

Now that they are a little bit older, we can explain the game and enjoy their responses to the plays. They know some of the major players and are starting to understand the basic fundamentals of the game.

It's so funny to hear us all cheer together when they score or groan in unison when our quarterback throws an interception.

What would a celebration be without presents?
So now, we've eaten a Philly lunch and cheered on our Eagles through the first half of the game.

At half time, we do presents!

Yes, Eagle Day involves gifts. I know, right! So fun!!

Everyone gets an Eagles themed gift - a lunchbox, a new shirt, trading cards, etc. The gifts are always a hit.

Then we go back to the game. The boys eventually tire of the drama that comes with being an Eagles fan - it's never smooth sailing - and wander outside to play. DH and I watch the rest of the game in relative peace and quiet.

What's the point of Eagle Day? An excuse to give presents? A way to justify watching football? A chance to eat lunch in front of the TV?

For us, Eagle Day is a way to make a memory. Traditions are part of what makes life special. It's part of bonding a family together and making childhood a wonderful time. It's also something that makes our family unique.

"We celebrate Eagle Day. It's just how we roll at my house. What do you celebrate at your house?"

So what do you celebrate? Do you have a special day in your house? Something that's unique to you and yours? If you do, I would love to hear about it!

If you don't have any unique days yet, consider starting one. What special thing does your whole family love? How can you make a tradition out of that thing?

If we didn't have Eagle Day, I think we would have to celebrate "Talk Like A Pirate Day" every year. Now that I think about it, maybe we should add that one to our list . . . . .

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Want To Hear About One Of My Favorite Places?


I need to preface today's post with this - what you are about to read is not an advertisement. The place I'm blogging about today has no idea they are the topic of my blog. They are not paying me to tell you about it, and there is nothing in it for me other than sharing my love of something with you. I simply want you to see it through my eyes and feel my excitement. Why? Because it makes me happy. And maybe it will make you happy too.
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Today I’m in the mood to tell you about one of my favorite places on earth.

Bright colors.
Magical words.
Great food.
Free childcare.
Spectacular displays.
A feast for the imagination.

Have you guessed yet?

I’m talking about Ikea!

Have you ever been to Ikea?

Let’s start with what I see as I drive up: a bright blue building with bold yellow letters, flags waving in the breeze announcing the name of this magical place. Already, I can feel the excitement!

So I park and go in.

Inside, the first thing I see is an escalator that will take me to creativity on display. But behind the escalator is a special treat – free childcare! I can drop my children off to be cared for by conscientious, screened Ikea employees while I shop!

So, child-free, I ride the escalator. I hold my breath in anticipation the way a child does walking through the gate at Disney World.

And then I reach the top to find display after display of the most cleverly designed items ever!

There are bedrooms, dining room, home offices, kitchens, and even patios on display.


















The chairs and light fixtures have shapes I never could have imagined. The practicality of every piece is genius!


















Then there are the names! Every item Ikea sells has a distinct name. Most are names I’ve never heard of. I’m convinced that some of the names are an attempt at humor, and some are just letters put together at random. Here are a few of my favorites: 

  • A rug called Soften
  •  A flashlight named Ljusa
  •  A throw blanket called Gurli
  •  A pot with a lid called Favorit
  •  A brandy glass named Optimal
  •  A screwdriver dubbed Fixa
  •  A trivet called Heat
  •  And my brother-in-law’s favorite – a spatula named Skrapa



I could wander Ikea for hours. I love to see all the new products and imagine them in my home.

But my time in the childcare is up. They only give you 90 minutes, then it's time to pick up the kids. And I promised them 50 cent hotdogs for lunch (Ikea makes a really good hot dog!).

So my wandering is over. I'll have to come back another day.


Want to enjoy your own Ikea moment? Click here to go to Ikea's Locator site.



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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Happy Two Month Blogiversary to Us!!


Do you know what today is? It's the two month blogiversary of Come Over For Coffee!!

Happy Two Month Blogiversary!

I've been blogging for two whole months!! And you have been reading and commenting for two whole months!!

Hooray for us!!

Thank you so much for reading. Without you, my blogging would be pointless. It blows my mind every time someone says they read my posts. When you tell me that something I wrote impacted you, I am so touched! When you leave me a comment sharing your thoughts, I am honored!

So thank you!! And congratulations on our milestone!

Here's to you!

Have a killer cup of coffee today to celebrate!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

My Major Vice Explored

"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."
 - T.S. Eliot

I know it's in the title of my blog, but I just realized that I've never fully explained my love of coffee. Coffee is one of my true loves. Don't ask me where it ranks with my other loves (DH, S1, S2, and S3, God) because I don't want to answer that one honestly. But I do love coffee. Allow me to explain.

My mug of choice each morning
Coffee is my first thought in the morning. Before my feet hit the floor, I'm anticipating my first sip. If my day doesn't' start with a great cup of coffee, my men know to run for cover. My family knows not to call before the first cup. Pre-coffee Dawn is not a nice person!

After my first cup, comes my second cup. Then I'm ready for my day. I can face anything with my fortifying morning cups of joe. I know that makes me sound dependent. I prefer to think of it like a soldier arming for battle. Don't argue with me on this one. I like the reality I've created for myself.

I own three coffee makers. Yes, three. As the only coffee drinker in the family, I know that sounds excessive. But it makes perfect sense. I have the standard 10-cup drip maker for when I have a crowd over. I have a one cup at a time Keurig (the greatest invention in the history of man!). My Keurig is my prize possession. I don't know how I lived without it. Then I also own the mini-Keurig. We camp and travel frequently, and DH knew I would be a happier camper if I had a Keurig with me. So he bought me the mini to take with me away from home. DH is a truly great man!

A few of my Starbucks City Mugs
Another coffee related collection is my assortment of Starbucks mugs. I own a large collection of Starbucks city mugs. Whenever a member of the family is traveling, they know they are under strict instructions to look for Starbucks mugs from their destination. I use one of my special mugs every morning and share them with my girlfriends when they come over.

But back to coffee itself - I love it! I love the smell of coffee. My happy place is a Starbucks - with it's coffee smells, assorted coffee drinks, and delicious coffee snacks. I can drink it hot, cold, iced, or blended. I can drink it all day.

Did I mention that I love coffee? I did? Oh good. That's all I was going for today. No deep thoughts. No life-changing ideas. Just coffee.

Wanna come over for a cup?


 While we're on the topic of coffee, I'll be hosting Gevalia's BeanChat Thursday, 7/12/12 at 10am (Eastern). Don't you want to stop by to chat with me? Here's how -
  • Click here to go to Gevalia's Facebook Page
  • "Like" the page
  • Click on the BeanChat Tab
  • Talk to me! 
  • I'll be there from 10a-11a. Even if you can only stop by for a few minutes, I would love to meet you there!









Friday, June 22, 2012

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Is Not Always An Oncoming Train!

Raising kids is part joy and part guerilla warfare.
 - Ed Asner

By now you know I'm a mom to three boys, ages 10, 9, and 5. They are REAL boys. They are active, loud, busy, and able to turn anything into a weapon. They are your basic boys, and I wouldn't trade them for the world!

As the mom of boys, life is not always easy. It's rarely quiet in our house. It's almost impossible to keep the house picked up. Dinner times are often a challenge with manners reminders and noise level policing. When they play together, there is usually pushing, shoving, and yelling. Again, they are normal kids!

But sometimes, there is a light at the end of a long day. It's like God says, "Hang in there! Your hard work as their mom is paying off!" We've had one of those moments lately, and I wanted to share it with you as an encouragement.

The other night at dinner, we were all together at the dining room table (we try to have "real dinner" at the table together as often as possible). The boys loved the spaghetti I served and were very effusive in their praise of the meal (no, this is not always the case. we are trying to cure them of the "yuck! I'm not eating that!"). They sat in their seats and used good manners! We had pleasant conversation! We played Question of the Night without drama (each person gets to ask the whole family a question, and we all take turns answering.). Then the boys tried not to laugh at DH's jokes (they are trying to convince him that they don't think he's funny. His mock horror has all of them in stitches.). Then we all cleared the table together and went about our night.

Why am I telling you about this? Because parenting is hard work! Being consistent and guiding our kids as we help them become productive members of society is exhausting. Sometimes we can go days, or even weeks, without any glimmer of positive results. I know. I've been there.

Let my glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel that was not an oncoming train be an encouragement to you. Look for the little lights. Watch for the positive results of your hard work. They will be there. And those moments can help carry you for a little while longer.

Do you have any little "light" moments to share? I would love to hear about them!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Take Off Your Shirt!

"But at the beginning of creation God 'made them male and female.'
  - Mark 10:6

Funny story about the differences between boys and girls - Did you know that males and females, as a rule, take their shirts off differently?

DH and I were sitting on the back patio watching our boys play on the trampoline with some friends. For whatever reason, the boys decided that they needed to be shirtless for the particular game they were playing.

As I watched them take their shirts off, I realized that all five of them took their shirts off the exact same way - and totally different from how I do it. Each boy grabbed their shirt by the neck and pulled their shirt up over their head. I was stunned! How did they all know to do it that way? I certainly hadn't taught my boys that. I'm always worried that they will stretch their shirts and make them unwearable for the next child in line (hand-me-downs are a wonderful thing).

So I looked at DH and said, "Take off your shirt, please."

He was a little bit surprised, to say the least, but he did it. He took his shirt off the same way the boys did. I told him about my discovery, and he looked at me like I was nuts (I get that look quite a bit).

So he said, "Well, how do you take your shirt off?"

I said, "I cross my arms and grab the bottom of my shirt and pull up."

DH's response was, "Well, you're weird."

I quickly asserted that all women take off their shirts the same way I do. I had no proof at that point and was totally out on a limb.

Of course the next step was to poll our neighbors (don't you ask your neighbors questions about taking off their clothes?). Yes, they thought we were weird for asking, but they both answered the question. The Mrs. takes her shirt off from the bottom, and the Mr. takes his off from the neck.

By this point, I was completely curious. Was this just a backyard phenomenon or was it wide spread? So I took the next natural step - I asked my Facebook friends :-) I also sent a few texts. I checked with grown-ups and children. The results are in, and I'm amazed!!

81% of the 21 males I surveyed take their shirts off by the neck
92% of the 24 females I surveyed take their shirts off by the hem

I had no idea that there was a gender difference in how people take off their shirts!!

Why is this a big deal? It's not really. It won't change the world or make you a better person. It was just something I learned that I felt compelled to pass on to you. You can thank me later.



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