Barista's the land of coffee beans and friendly service....ahem...if you enjoy sarcasm and funny jabs. Which I do, so I am safe. Today was my first day being a Barista although I didn't make any espresso, or lattes, or mochas. But I did make some frozen drinks, such as smoothies and such (the cold coffees, forget the name) and manned the cash register and served up our coffee of the day....fun, fun... all the while my co-workers trying to figure out what my nickname is going to be, because there is another Lauren and her nick name is Lawrence of Arabia and another girl, Hillary is Hildalgo...etc...you get the picture :). The best part hasn't even come yet, after we work each day we get a free drink of our choice! 20oz hot chocolate come my way! Perfect for the 6min. walk home! especially when it is cold outside and you forgot your gloves, oops!


So going to work wasn't my first time going to Barista's as I spent two hours there previously enjoying conversation with a friend and then spending time in the Word. I don't know if it is the coffee smell or great music that is the reason it is very relaxing to work on homework or writing my book, although if the subject of coffee gets in my book at all blame my job...haha...


One of my fav books, Cool Beans by Erynn Mangum, is about a girl, who is a Barista at a coffee shop and I guess it kind of got me interested in the job or maybe just the fact she found her guy there...mwhaha....just kidding...who knows what God has planned for me....but one can hope! (but this is in no way my intention of working there, i need money bad!)


So I guess what I am saying in this post, Come to Barista's and random thought of the day... Trust in the Lord, which I am now going to do everyday. I may stumble, I may fall, but my Lord Jesus will pick me back up and heal my scrapes.


Love ya all!

(subliminal message (go to baristas)) haha

Sweet Escape

Shivers creeping up my spine

Lord of sleep weighing heavy on my mind

Constant thoughts disappear

as the cloud of slumber reappears

muddled thoughts roll in as a fog

my body as heavy as a log

My sweet escape from the bitter cold

embraces me with warmth and peace.

But the promise is a lie

as only death and grief takes its place.

Credit:

Lauran, May 2, 2010

Creativity and Black nail polish

Writing has always been a habit of mine and it wasn't until my senior year of high school where my love became even greater when I took creative writing. The writing I mean is the creative types, I absolutely abhor writing research papers or essays. I like to write opinion pieces, as many of my comments can be read on various websites, although I do not like to debate with those continually attack and can't have a simple discussions because hey we are all unique and different, but that doesn't mean we can't talk as civil adults.

Anyways this blog is going to take a major change from what I started it off with....haha.... so last night I painted my nails black. I have never done that before and I began to think of all the things associated when you see some wearing black fingernail polish. The first thought that comes to mind is that she is goth, but then you see her make up and clothing and x that one off. then your next thought is she must be punk and once again you look at her hair, clothing, and makeup and if that doesn't match, you are at a lost for words....

In my way of thinking, I see my fingernails and the black nail polish and I feel a sense of creativity. Realizing that I am a right brained person, who loves to write, sing, play piano, take photographs, and just imagine and I see that in the color of my fingernails. Some may say, black...hmm..that is kind of dark, but if you look at black from a different point of view, black is a mixture of all the colors, when I was first painting my nails I saw a hint of blue in the black.

The weird thing is I feel more comfortable wearing black nail polish then I would be wearing red nail polish. Whenever I rarely put nail polish on, I use very neutral colors, almost skin tone. I am a very neutral person on the outside, but on the inside I'm quite different. Wearing black nail polish feels a bit rebellious to my very neutral outside look and I like it.

This blog post might feel a little trivial compared to what's going on in the chaos that is our world, but I do have a point to speaking about the color of nail polish.

The Body of Christ in general in the United States is very much how I describe my outside as neutral, not really making a dent in this world, but not fading into the background, well almost not. There is a little group that do stand out because they are on fire for Jesus and I see that as me wearing my black nail polish. It stands out and it isn't the common norm and that is how as Christ followers we should be. Stop being apathetic, stop being neutral, put on some black nail polish and stand out in the crowd. The world should be able to tell us apart from those of this world. We should be the weird ones, who are crazy for Jesus. Like the Superchic[k] song "Hey, Hey" goes "So I won't sell out, even if the whole world thinks I'm crazy"

So get out of your norm, be a little crazy. Our love for Jesus should be showing to the world and not hidden in neutrality. We are in a battle for souls, this no time to be resting, heaven is where we will have our final rest.

Restlessness

tapping foot

in perfect rhythm

tapping pen

in sporadic rhythm

sighing constant

wishing for more

tapping fingers

as a pianist

clenching fist

as a fighter

when's the waiting finally over?

where's my rest?

Poetry...haha...yeah right...funny rhymes...

Piranha Named Donna

There was a piranha named Donna

who was smokin' marijuana

who got fried in the sauna

while cryin' for it's momma

Credit due:

Lauran and Christine 2008

Poems in the Corn

(well? they do have ears)

Thunder, thunder head our way

give us a short working day

if you don't I think I'll cry

because it will be so hot n' dry

Credit due:

Lauran and long hours pollinatin' corn

No Idea

have a clue

because one's due

please hurry, hury

be wary, wary

it's gettin' kinda hairy

sort of scary

where's nancy drew?

i just heard a boo

Credit

sadly, Lauran 2011 ( 2 min. rhyme)

okay i'm done (takes bow)....might entertain later with more funny, weird rhymes :)

Faraway Star

time is slipping,

the clock is ticking,

life goes by,

until we die,

is that all we are,

to be forgotten as a faraway star.

drifting listlessly

staring mindlessly

into the darkening sky

O' where do the mindless lie

light is fading

in the darkness' shading

the soundless night

no strength or might

no end in sight

must I fight

in this dying sky

O' let me fly

Poetry by Lauran 2011

Do you not know?

Have you not heard?

The LORD is the everlasting God,

the Creator of the ends of the earth.

He will not grow tired or weary,

and his understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary

and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary,

and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the LORD

will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:28-31