Hellz Yeah I’m The Mother Freakin’ Unicorn?

A couple weeks ago I blogged about the book Sparkle¹ and I mentioned that I got a job at a coffee shop² and how I pretty much love the job. I work with super great people and I’ve even figured out how to get our manager to let us wear tutus instead of ugly aprons…srsly…how freakin’ cool is that?!?!?

But just like any job, there are a few things that aren’t so cool. One of the those things is that we have to sell our brand’s specialty coffee. It’s a tough job. Most people who come to our store don’t buy coffee to brew at home. So our store has partnered up with the local hospital and Beyond the Yellow Ribbon in Chaska in an effort to let our customers donate coffee instead of buying it for themselves.

Our customers have done a fantastic job supporting the unicorn kimberlycancer center and our veterans with their coffee donations, but we’re all getting a little worn down with all the specialty coffees we need to unload. Last week I had a mini-brilliant idea and asked my manager how much coffee I needed to sell in order to wear a unicorn costume to work. She said ten pounds and I was all…HOLY CRAP! I GET TO BE A UNICORN AT WORK! I KNOW I CAN SELL 10 FREAKIN’ POUNDS!

And of course I sold over ten pounds.

And of course I get to be a unicorn at work next week.

I get to be a freakin’ unicorn…at work.



¹Um. I still haven’t finished that book. She kinda lost my in chapter three, but I *pinky promise* I’m going to pick the book up and finish it today. Really. I’m going to do it!

²It’s in our company policy that I should say something like “The views expressed in this post (and all past or future posts) do not reflect the company I work for. They are my own personal opinions. Blah blah blah…”

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Close enough is good enough for me.

Well, I made 16 out of the 30 posts for that whole Blog Once a Day for a Month thing. I felt bad about not making my goal for about 48 seconds. Then I thought about how I had spent my time the last few days: working, hanging out with friends, reading, watching movies with the family, taking bubble baths, cooking a turkey pot pie, and keeping up with the house. After all that, I’m feeling alright about not making the NaBloPoMo goal. Plus, I’m a little tired of writing something just to write something. That kind of writing bores the crap out of me. LOL!

So, let’s get back to focusing on why I’m here again, and it’s NOT to write crappy posts so I can complete some sort of challenge. It’s for this:

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I certainly don’t regret my attempt at NaBloPoMo and I’m not saying I won’t try it again next year, but if I do decide to give it another shot, I think it’d be in everyone’s best interest if I took a bit of time BEFORE November and made an actual plan¹.

For those of you bloggers who are still in the game, congrats! (And keep on blogging!)


¹Plan? Who even does that?!?!?

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Sparkle: A book I’m reading but haven’t finished yet.

A while ago, I picked up the book “Sparkle: A girl’s guide to living a deliciously dazzling, wildly effervescent, kick-ass life.” by Cara Alwill Leyba.

For what ever reason, I never even opened the book sparkleafter Amazon delivered it. It just sat on the bookshelf, hiding until it caught my eye yesterday while I was dusting. I picked the book up, put the duster down, and decided that I should grab some Mermaid Mix and take a bath – vacuuming could wait, right?

I’m about half-way through the book and I’m really enjoying it. It’s a light read, but still one of those books that gets you thinking. One of the things Cara asks in her book is “What makes YOU sparkle?”

For me, that’s a tricky question. For sure having adventures and doing cool things like mountain bike racing in a tutu or running an almost 200 mile relay race in a prom dress makes me super sparkly. But those are pretty big things, things you can’t do everyday or even every month. So I’ve been trying to put my finger on what kinds of things make me sparkle everyday and it’s kind of a tricky thing…

It makes me sparkle when I brighten someone else’s day. Whether it’s a quick text, glittery “thinking of you” card, a give-away, connecting with you on my Facebook page/blog, or a smile as I pass out a cup of coffee. That makes me sparkle.

Oh. Wait. I don’t think I mentioned it, but a few months ago I got a job at the local coffee shop. I pretty much rock the drive-thru there and I put smiles on LOTS of people’s faces every morning. Due to an unfortunate health setback, I had to take a couple weeks off. It’s been hard. I miss the rush of seeing so many smiles and I miss the amazing co-workers I have there.

But I got to go back today! It was a really short shift, but I got to see a lot of the regulars and of course I got to see some of my kick butt co-workers too. I felt a little awkward and I wasn’t exactly my usual sparkly self.

IMG_3059A couple hours after I left for the day, my manager sent me a text. Apparently someone had sent me flowers at work.

I was shocked and surprised (and super curious as to who the flowers were from too) so I went back to work to check them out.

Low and behold, one of the “regulars” had sent me a pretty Fall bouquet¹ with a simple note, saying that he was happy I was back. And knowing that I make someone else’s day a little brighter, makes me sparkle. :)

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what make you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” ~Howard Thurman

So how about you? What makes YOU sparkle? And how can you get your sparkle on today?


¹I can’t tell you how relieved I was when I opened the flower paper and saw that it was a nice Fall bouquet and not something creepy like roses. *whew*





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What you might’ve missed because you were too busy deer hunting or praying for Paris…

I wish I had something to say that would give us all comfort after what’s happened in Paris, but all I have to say is: Look out for each other.

Looking out for each other can mean a lot of things though. It can mean supporting your friends’ direct sales businesses instead of the Big Box Stores for this upcoming holiday shopping season. It can mean something simple like sharing a funny memory with a friend. Dedicating a song to someone or just listening to someone when they’re hurting.

Anything, small or big, that you can do to look out for each other will help.

I’m thinking of you, of this amazing world we live in, and how we can do better…



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You don’t always need a self-help guru, sometimes you just need the cashier at your local grocery store.

Last night I ended up running to the grocery store around 10:00. I only needed two things: a case of Red Bull & some spinach artichoke cheese dip. (Don’t judge, remember? We’re practicing acceptance.) Usually when I only have a couple things I’ll hit the self-check out and it’s super fast. Unfortunately my local store shuts down the self-checkout at 10:00 and I missed it by about 30 seconds. I had to go to a regular cashier and wait behind a guy with over $250 worth of groceries. *le sigh*

Eiffel Tower black and whiteThere are worse things in the world happening right now. Missing out on the self-check wasn’t even a concern for me, but it was for the lady behind me. She snickered, “What is this?!?! They shut down the self-check?”

In a soft, neutral tone, I quietly said, “It is 10:00.”

Then the cashier pleasantly greeted the man in front of me, who had the conveyor belt full of groceries, with a smile and asked how he was doing today. He ignored her. He flat out ignored her so much so that I thought maybe he was deaf. As she rang up his items, he started bagging them. It took a few minutes. It was a WHOLE FREAKIN’ CONVEYOR BELT OF GROCERIES so it probably took almost five whole minutes. Again, there are worse things than missing the self-check out. *le sigh*

I waited patiently. The woman behind me wasn’t as patient as I was, but she had dropped her snarky attitude so at least she wasn’t making the situation worse.

When the cashier was done ringing up the man’s groceries, she told him that she had coupons for a couple of his items and proceeded to ring in those coupons for him. She gave him his total. He swiped his card, signed the signature pad, and handed her the card to compare the signature. He still hadn’t acknowledged her.

After she compared his signatures, with her same pleasant voice, she said, “Looks like you’re still paying for your own groceries.”

I started to giggle. He finally looked up at her and mumbled something like, “Uh. Yeah.”

His transaction was over and it was my turn. I told the cashier that it was really nice of her to notice he had coupon items and for her to look the coupons up for him.

In the same soft and neutral tone I used towards the gal who was impatient about the self-check being closed she said, “We’ve gotta look out for each other.”

BFFs, look out for each other today. Smile at each other. Hold the door open. Use a soft/kind voice. Even if your heart is breaking or you’re angry as hell, please…look out for each other.



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