Music: Taylor (the Latte Boy)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXS0nEOx_20

The song I wish I had written for oh, so many reasons:

There was a boy who worked at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational.
He is very inspirational because of many things.

I walk in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!

So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said, "How are you?"
I said, "Fine, and my name is Carol,"
And he softly answered, "Hey."
And I told him, "My name's Carol, and thank you for the extra
foam..."

And he said his name was Taylor,
Which provides the inspiration for this poem:

Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him...

Well I'd like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical.
He would like the fact it's musical
Because he plays guitar.
And today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
With a band down in the village in the basement of a bar.

As he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple! (And he didn't think I knew)
But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple,
And I know the triple latte ment Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing? And thank you for the extra
skim..."
He said, "Keep the $3.55," because the triple latte was on him.

Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him...

I used to be the kind of girl
Who'd run when love rushed toward her.
Till finally a voice whispered, "Love can be yours,
If you step up to the counter and order."

Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him...

So many years my heart has waited,
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffinated?
Taylor, the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him, I love him, I love him.

NEW CAT!!!

So there was this cat that kept trying to come into the ER, and they were gonna have to call the humane society or something to take it away, but my dad was just like, "Hey, I'll take it."
His name is Barkley (cutest name ever), he is orange and white with the hugest greenish-yellow eyes ever. Oh, yeah, and he has six toes on both of his front feet . crazy, eh? plus he's so so so so so so cute. right now he is passed out on the floor by my feet like he's playing dead.
"What? A cat in the Speicher house?" you may be saying. "Inconceivable!"
Dad was totally planning on just keeping it in the barn with our other 2 cats, but then we found out that he is declawed and a pussy (no pun intended). So, we're trying the indoor cat thing which is awesome because he is decalwed already, litter box trained, neutered, and amazing. I want to teach him to jump through hopes like cats in Burma.

Winter Treasures

So, it's getting pretty cold outside. After about a week of trying to convince myself that it was going to get warm again, I finally gave in and dug my winter coat out of the back of my closet. Before treking outside to brave the cold in my stiff, bright orange snowboard coat, I sifted throught its many pockets to rediscover those treasure left behind from the year before, and what did I find? A pack of Claritin Redi Tabs allergy meds, a tube of chapstick, Visine eyedrops, a snowboard wrench, a breath mint, oh, yeah, AND A TWENTY DOLLAR BILL!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA! Yesssssss!!!
I love winter.

A Beautiful Day

Today has been amazing. After school I tried on my Jr. Miss Cinderella dress, and it is huge, pink, and I get to wear a tiara. Then I drove over to Plymouth with my windows rolled down listening to the Squirrel Nut Zippers. I proceeded on to the library where I perused the books and DVDs to my heart's content. After getting 2 movies and a book, I went to Starbucks and splurged (for me) on a tall caramel frappacino.
How CAN this day get any better?
Welp, by going to Brittany's to play DDR at 8:30.

...or maybe I should study physics...nah.

I love football.

Whoa.

I just completed my last first day of high school ever.

The Highs and Lows of Today

Low____waking up late.

Low____working from 10-4 at the Way of the Sub.

High^^^working with best friend.

High^^^eatting sushi.

High^^^eatting ice cream.

High(ish)^^^riding the shark slide at the crappy Bourbon Summerfest.

So Low___getting harrassed by carnies and being forced to ride "the Green Bullet" for WAY too long.

High^^^watching fireworks from barn roof. gorgie!

The Ultimate Low___skidding down roof and hurting entire left side of body after panicing when a bat tried to attack my head.

Happy Medium---now. : )



"Be excellent to one another."
-Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

Retrospective

I was just thinking about babies' first words and how important they seem to be. Usually (or at least on TV) they end up being something like "Mommy" or "Daddy" because that is who they feel most comfortable with.

I must not have been normal because my first words were "yes" and "Jesus."
no, seriously they were.

My brothers, sister, and the neighbor kids use to always ask me questions like, "Hey, Audrey. Do you want to marry Pete (our dog)?"
and I would be like, "Yeeeeessss," every time.
Then they would die laughing.
Yeah, real funny guys.

My first words never really seemed very signifigant to me until just lately, though, as I've been struggling with trusting God and being willing to do whatever He asks. I came to the realization that when I am doubting God, I simply need to go back to my childhood reasoning and just say, "Yes, Jesus," and trust him to catch me when I jump.

Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.


So does anyone know what their first word(s) was?

Awkward

Shortly after arriving at my fake families annual Prairie Camp carry-in lunch thing at Sharron's (unairconditioned) cabin, I realized it was a mistake to have come. Why you ask?

1) Right when I got there Brittany called me on my cell to tell me I was supposed to be working at that very moment in old Bourbon town 45 minutes away. Luckily Brittany sorted that out--but I now owe her a chocolate chip pancake breakfast.

2) It was bloody hot outside not to mention inside the cabin.

3) There were about 25 people there that I only sort of knew, so awkwardness was at its highest.

4) I was designated as the official babysitter which entails being the all-time merry-go-round pusher.

But tonight I get to go to Spirit and Truth at church , so it is all worth it in the end, right?

right.

Have a great day.

...Audrey

03.30.07

The turtles are back. The Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles.

In a theatre near you.

I just got back from church camp.
Amazing.

Tribute to the Razzle

Refering to Jeanna Sell's last entry, I too have been drawn to the Bourbon Video/Tanning/ Ice Cream out of pure curiousity of the treat which they call "Razzle." Only a few short hours ago, I venture out on a quest to discover the truth about this creamy confectionary. This is what I discovered. Not only is the Razzle creamy and cold, but it is indeed, for lack of a better word, razzleicious! For those of you sad, sorry souls unfamiliar with the greatness of the Bourbon Video/Tanning/Ice Cream ice cream, a Razzle is the Dairy Queen equivalent of the Blizzard, the Ritter's equivalent of the Glacier, and the McDonald's equivalent of the McFlurry. Do not be skeptical of the pure, ice tastiness of the Razzle, as I once was, solely because its lack of a cold sounding name (ie. Blizzard, Glacier, McFlurry). While these other treats must rely on a cold sounding name to sell, the Razzle stands alone in its razzley state and has no need for a cold name. It is what it is. And it is THE RAZZLE.

Some Enchanted Evening

The other night Chuck and I decided to climb on top of my barn roof and watched the sun set. Then we took a short break to do a little rock climbing. While we were climbing we heard fireworks going off outside, so we climbed back on to the roof only to find that we had a spectacular view of fireworks displays in Plymouth, Bremen, and Bourbon. Then Chuck sang me beautiful songs in the stylings of Frank Sinatra.
"Aww. How cute," you may be saying to yourself: Sunsets, fireworks, and Frank Sinatra. Except for the fact that Chuck is my Ipod. Yes, quite sad. I know.


I really need to stop watching so many chick flicks.