. when life happens . chapter 1 .

When we say life happens…we usually mean the bad stuff. I don’t know why. But...life. It happens. And when it happens, it isn’t exactly happy.

Life happened to me.

. Week One of Life .

The flu. Three days in bed with a fever, blasting headache, the aches, and a beautiful cough.

My café is supposed to open in a week. I have an endless to do list which keeps getting bigger. Being manager isn't always as cool as it's made out to be.

My bad accounting class grades hover over my head like a cartoon storm cloud that only rains on me. 

I also live in a family. Which gets more than emotionally draining sometimes…and that’s all I’ll say.

{part two to follow: week two of life happening}

The Pit of Death

...an IM conversation between Mia and I...

Mia: Yo Kaisha

                   This is Mia

  
Speak to me

  babe

  this is Mia

  

 me: geez...

  i'm not a babe

 Mia: sorry

 me: lol

  just kidding...

  :)

 Mia: I was being kinda weird lol

  haha

  I was right <3

 
me: you are weird

  you were right?

  about what?

 
Mia: ya

  that I was weird

  lol

 
me: oh ya. you were weird

  but that's normal for you

  so whatever

 
Mia: ok

  fine

  lollollololololol

  So there

 

 
Mia: oh man

 Kaisha It is time for me to go to the bottom of the pit. SCHOOL!!!! I don't like school. So can you say just one word before I go to the bottom of the pit. Because there vowing that I will die.

  please talk to me

 
me: i died

  sorry

 
Mia: oh thats okay

 
me: oh good

 
Mia: ya I Know i'm all nice and stuff

  ha

  <3

 its okay but now I need to go to the pit of school and Ania is begging me to get her on to a computer program so bye and maybe talk to you later

 
me: bye

  ttyl

  :)

 
Mia: bye so sad so bad

 if i die in the school pit will you forgive everything I ever did to you

  ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

 
me: of course i will

  haha

 
Mia: Oh thank you

Thankfully Mia is still alive and well and did not die in the pit of death...

a double dozen plus one things about me…

(not because you really care but because someone tagged me on facebook and it makes an easy blog post)

How many people can say they've climbed the great wall with their mom and their grandma?

.1. I believe that nuts in ice cream is wrong

.2. I have a red and black plaid coat that I saved from my dad’s coats-to-get-rid-of pile. It’s my favorite     thing. I even wear it to bed. I would wear it downtown but looking like a hillbilly isn’t my thing.

.3. A hood can make anything cute

.4. Peanut butter is gross. Celery is gross. Peanut butter and celery is good.

.5. I’d choose pie over cake every time

.6. I don’t know how to wear jewelry

.7. Peppermint is strictly a Christmas flavor (but sometimes I’m bad and put it in my coffee anyways)

.8. You can fit anything and everything into my messenger bag

.9. I don’t own any dresses. It makes me sad.

.10. I cried when Edgar died in 24

.11. Subway is my best friend

.12. I want to write just one really good story

.13. Fairhaven is the best place in the world to read a book…besides my branch in the crow’s nest tree at 

our old house.

.14. I wish eggnog didn’t make me sick

.15. I’ve been known as the “bow girl”…cuz apparently I tie good bows

.16. I wanted my parents to name my little sister “Rosehill.” Don’t even ask. I don’t know.

.17. Someday I’m going to have a daughter and I’m going to name her MeiMei

.18. I almost never wear anything but converse

.19. Orange is a good color

.20. I’ve never been able to figure out eye-liner

.21. I love my work apron

.22. I really don’t mind when people can’t figure my name out

.23. I’ve always wanted a nickname and never really had a real one

.24. I always come back…please tell Ania that because she doesn’t seem to believe me

.25. I miss Chinese donuts

THE GOOD STUFF IN LIFE...

Whipped cream. That stuff just makes my day.

For some people it's chocolate. They hold the firm conviction that anything dipped in chocolate must be good.

But for me...it's whip...you can squirt it on top of anything and life just takes on a whole new look.

Even just hearing an empty bottle getting squished and blowing air in a garbage bag is happy.

What's even better is asking a customer if they want whip on their nonfat drink...and then getting an embarrassed  smile and a "sure." The ones that ones that look shocked and shake their head as if nonfat with whip would be a sin, just don't know anything about life.

Ever see a little kid's eyes when you hand um a hot chocolate with whip on top of the lid? ...and then their parents can't resist and lick half of it off.

After a while doing the whip becomes an art. You shake the bottle, twirl into the nozzle down position, make fast little circles with your wrist, and swing it upright again with a flourish. If you're really good you can even throw it over your shoulder and make it look like a cool trick you practiced.

You ever watch a movie and think…I wish life could be just like that? You see the little charming things in the character’s lives and wonder why you and your life aren’t that way.

Well it is. Just look around.

I could be in a movie right now.

I’m sitting at the counter on a high bar stool. I’m wearing jeans, gray converse, and a plaid red jacket that used to be my dad’s. My hair is down and wavy in some spots from the braid it was in. Typing on my computer. Eating an unpeeled carrot. Homework book opened in front of me. Daffodils stand in a bowl to the right. They’re not looking as hot as they were a couple days ago. Backpack, keys, apron, and cell are spread out on the counter. Music plays from my laptop. It’s like a soundtrack to my life. I can see out the dining room window. It’s dark except for the city lights. I’m supposed to be doing homework. But my mind wanders. 

See? I could be in a movie. I’d make an interesting character with my oversized coat and weird snack. Who knows what has been happening in the plot to make this moment interesting. There’s a bigger story.  I can’t help wonder what it is.