A few weeks ago a friend and I met for coffee. He (John) had me choose and I wanted to find some place different, as in not a Starbucks. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against them….just wanted something different. Moving on, so I went to my trusty friend (aka Google) and searched for coffee places in the area. One result was The Blue Bean Coffee Company located technically in Oklahoma City, though to me it is in Moore. I’m splitting hairs. Anyway, I had read a little about it online and it looked like a place we would like. As soon as we walked in, I was greeted by a warm, friendly face (whom I later learned was one of the owners). There was a group of people sitting down at some tables that looked like they were regulars. My friend and I walked up to the counter to order. While we were both deciding on what to get, I looked around and smiled when I noticed the various Chicago memorabilia and decor. I knew I had made the right choice in coffee shops (and I hadn’t even gotten my drink yet). We got our drinks and picked a table nearby. On the wall opposite us, I saw various photographs that I assumed were from local artists or friends of the owners. I mentioned to John that one day I’d like to have my pictures displayed in a shop someday.
Later that same day, I wrote the owner an e-mail and being my mother’s daughter (both my parents are from Chicago), I asked the owner if she was from Chicago after seeing the decor in shop). She replied that lived there 25 years. One week later, John and I met at Blue Bean again and this gave the owner and I a chance to visit about where my parents grew up. I couldn’t help but laugh knowing my Mom would be so proud when I told her about the conversation later. Like last time, John and I chose a table where we could sit and enjoy our coffee (which is great by the way). Danae, the owner, was nice enough to offer me the opportunity to hang some of my pictures in the shop. I will be delivering the pictures soon. I have no idea what kind of price I’ll put on them, if any. I’ll be flattered if anyone shows any interest. It is just cool to have this opportunity. So my point in all of this is to encourage you to come and try out Blue Bean Coffee. Not only will you get friendly service, good coffee but you’ll get to see my pictures….so you there yet? Also, go “like” it on Facebook as they give away drinks to those who become fans.
Urban Spoon is also a great place for reviews.
Blue Bean Fan (and amateur photographer) in Norman
The weather was beautiful today so I decided to go for a walk after work. I got home, changed clothes and grabbed something quick to eat. After attempting to find the ear buds that go to my iPod, I gave up and decided to just enjoy the walk without any distractions. I opened the garage door and walked to the drive way. Just then a lady and her family were walking by but stopped when they heard my garage door. She turned to me and said, “Hi, we’re your neighbors.” I smiled and walked toward her, extending my hand. She and her husband reiterated how quiet the neighborhood was and to let them know if I ever needed anything. I couldn’t help but walk away feeling so glad to have chosen this area for my first house.
For the next 20 minutes or so, I walked around the neighborhood, letting my thoughts wander and just enjoy the time. I had no phone on me, no music playing in my ears, and simply soaked in nature. This is definitely something I don’t do enough but want to do more of in the future. When I go out-of-town, even if it’s just for a few days, I’m guilty of checking my work e-mail from my phone. This drives my best friend crazy and I hear about it when I return to work. I’m making a real concerted effort to “let things go” when the work day ends…to not check e-mail. Granted, I love my job….but life’s too short to be tied to it. As my boss says, “there are no emergencies in our line of work…”
I intend on making more use of the nice weather…and heck, the exercise can do me good too.
Unplugged in Norman
I was e-mailing back and forth with a long-time family friend yesterday. What began as a response to a Facebook posting of mine turned into some reminiscing for both of us. The topic of her mother, the late Patsy Rockwood, came up and that brought us both to tears. She reiterated how much her mom thought of me and that she would be proud of what I’ve done with my life. I made the mistake of reading her message during some downtime of yesterday’s football game. As I began reading, I felt my eyes get water, so I quickly exited out of the message. Knowing what to expect, I opened it back up later. I smiled at what she wrote and memories of her Mom started flashing through my mind. I loved her mother like my own-she just had this sweet way about her and we formed a bond. When I was little, my Mom would take me to church with her. On the way back from communion, I would spot “Pappa” as I called her, and would sit with her for the rest of mass. She would stretch out her arm and engulf me in a hug. Though her name was Patsy, I was too little to use her first name. So she was, and will always be, Pappa to me. We lost her too soon to cancer years ago but she will always be with me.
While doing errands today, I was listening to some music via my iPod. The song “God Gave Me You” by Blake Shelton came on and for some reason, I started thinking about Pappa again. It didn’t take long before the tears started flowing. I laughed, saying to myself “hmm, maybe I won’t go to the store just yet.” So I just kept driving. I finally pulled over and let the tears come. After composing myself, I looked toward the sky and said, “Oh Pappa, I hope you know how much I loved you….just show me that you know that.” On my way back to the store, I’m driving down a side street. I look up briefly to see a street sign on the right and smile: Rockwood Dr. I turned around and pulled over by the entrance. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the sign. As corny as it sounds, I couldn’t help but look up to sky and grin.
Thanks to following Ree Drummond (aka Pioneer Woman), I’ve been itching to take pictures even more so lately. So I grabbed my camera, got in my car and headed east on highway 9. I landed on Lake Thunderbird State Park. Here are some pictures from my little road trip:
Sometimes I love driving on a road…not knowing what lies ahead. I drove slowly, not knowing when I’d need to stop the car to snap a shot.
The air was brisk….but not too cool where I couldn’t enjoy the fresh air. It was so quiet and serene….