A lament to the latte

Dear Venti Triple Non-Fat No-Whip Mocha Latte, oh how you will be missed. It’s not like we won’t ever see each other again; it’s just that we will be seeing you a lot less. It’s not you, it’s me (that’s bullshit, it’s totally your 430 calories). Just know that I love you dearly and we’ll see each other again.  

With love and a sad heart (and cold belly), 


The sadness overwhelms me

All ideas come to me while I work

Lets be brief. I sling drinks and pizzas for a living. Five years ago I would have told you that doing this kind of work was beneath me. I have since learned that no job is beneath me. I love what I do. I’m good at it, and it pays well. 

The great thing about Bartending is that I have all walks of life sit at my bar. These people influence me in ways I hadn’t anticipated during all my years of desk jobs and school. 

By nature I am a fairly judgmental person. I would like to say that I’m not but I would be lying. Sometimes it shows and sometimes I manage the barest semblance of a poker face. Something I have learned from this, however, is that I can learn something from everyone that sits at my bar. While I’m judging I’m also absorbing. Later I may or may not regret how I handled a situation or spoke with a person, but I always reflect. 

Ramble, ramble, rambke; damn it Blythe, you said you would be brief. 

So I did. 

Yesterday I’m at work and thinking about next week and this program I’m starting at the gym. I’m still dwelling on just how many changes I have to make in my daily routine; lifestyle changes, diet, mental. While I’m stewing this over and asking myself what the f*** am I doing, it hits me; this is what I need to bring to Beer and Lattes. 

How perfectly fitting. A blog entitled Beer and Lattes will be about making positive life changes which will require fewer beers and lattes. 

Starting Saturday I’m going to chronicle what I put myself through. The good, the bad, and the nasty. I want to keep myself accountable. I want to have a sense of humor about it. I want to see positive life changes. And for some reason I want to do it to the amusement of others. 

As of publishing this post, I am home nursing a terrible chest and sinus cold. Which means Saturday is going to be super exciting. Hopefully it’s gone by Monday as that is my first personal training session. Or it could be an extremely amusing start to the next 12 weeks. 

Let’s start at the very beginning.

It’s Inauguration day.  President Cheeto is being sworn into office. My social media feeds are blowing up and I’m just skimming them. The vast majority of my friends lean a particular direction, making today a very bad day. I didn’t vote for the Master of Bankruptcy. My candidate of choice didn’t even make it to November. The sad fact, though, is that he is our president, as of today, January 20, 2017.  We can be angry, we can be scared, but we can’t change that immediately.

The beginning today is a new chapter for everyone. We are divided into three camps: those who are angry and scared, those who are happy and hopeful, and those who just don’t give a fuck anymore. Many of my friends, family, and acquaintances are in the first camp. Again, no blame to them. They have every right to be angry and scared. Most days I am to. But right now I fall firmly into the apathy camp.

I just don’t give a fuck anymore.

Why don’t you give a fuck, Blythe?

Good question, and I don’t know if I have a good answer. I can say I’m tired. I have my opinions, we all do. I know what I believe is right and fair. I don’t understand how people can hate so much. I have hate sometimes, but not at the level that “these people” do. I don’t understand how people can fear someone they do not know just because they don’t understand. People can throw their own opinions, reasons, excuses at me, and I still won’t understand.  So at the moment I just have zero fucks to give.

I’m going to ride the wave of apathy for the moment while I get a bearing on my own feelings and understanding. I’m going to raise my child to love and care, and hope that I can help him understand what is happening right now. I’m going to hope that when he’s older, he will have more fire than I will and can help make this world a better place.

In ten years (or ten days) I may change my entire outlook, but for right now, I just want to focus on my family and my work.

The Great Orange Plagiarist will hopefully only be a short chapter in this countries history. One that we can all learn from.

But this isn’t a political blog and I’m not sure what kind of blog it is, yet. I thought it fitting to start today because a great many things will be starting today. That led me to think that starting a new blog, and hopefully taking it seriously, would be a good thing for me.

So here’s to Inauguration Day; beginnings, hope, fear, change, fire, passion, and spirit.