Big dreams with a small budget!

My affection for coffee started when I was probably eight years old. My Grandparents are avid coffee drinks (wine, too) and they are responsible for introducing me to the delicious world of both coffee and wine. Wine at a slightly older age. Slightly. 🙂 I’m only kidding.

It was around driving age, sixteen-ish to be exact, there hasn’t been a morning that began without coffee. Coffee = the starter to mornings. Coffee wakes me up. Coffee makes me happy. Coffee smells good. Coffee warms my soul. Hot. Cold. But I prefer cold lattes. I like whipcream and drizzles, too. 

So here is where the “big dreams” part comes in. I’ve always dreamed of owning my own coffee bar/lounge. But HOW do you compete with the delicious Starbucks monster?! Simple solution. You don’t. You don’t try to beat them. You join them. 

You see, my husband was sweet enough to buy me a Nepresso machine for our home in effort of decreasing my Starbucks run. Fail. Don’t get me wrong, the Nespresso machine is PHENOMENAL for espresso/lattes made at home but let’s get for real. You need syrups. Fine. Go buy the syrups from Starbucks. As you know, my favorite Starbucks drink is a Venti Iced Salted Caramel Mocha. So what’s that matter? Well, honey, it matters most. Starbucks doesn’t sell their “mocha” syrup because it’s made fresh every morning. So what’s a gal to do? Drink two lattes per day. One made at home and one from Starbucks. 

Tying the big goal to the small budget part. Bear with me here. So my husband and I were discussing my dream/goal to one day own a coffee shop this morning when he blurted out “let’s just look into franchising a Starbucks.” Oh. My. Gosh. That was beyond music to my ears. Literally, that is the most brilliant statement, comment, idea, recommendation, whatever that he’s ever had! 

So I’m on my quest now to learn more about franchising a Starbucks while working. Wish me luck. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak

He is the jam!

He (the husband) is the jam to my perfectly buttered toast. 

He is currently on my nice list. He was thoughtful enough to gift me a three month massage membership — and I’m waiting to be called back for massage #1; please note, this is my second favorite gift. 

Clearly he’s realized that it’s important for mommy to feel well (mentally and physically), in order for everyone else to be happy. 

My first favorite gift this year was having all of my family and closest friends in one place sharing drinks, love and tons of laughter. I am so thankful for the amazing people in my life. I’m even more thankful to be a wife to a phenomenal man and a mommy to three magnificent children. 

Ok, my sappy post is done. 

What was your favorite gift this holiday season? 
Xoxo,

The Momēak

Christmas Hangover

Yes — I still have that “Christmas Hangover”. No, not from alcohol, though. You know when you’re prepping for the last month; wrapping presents, planning meals, cleaning house, watching your budget, nine hundred times a day telling your kids “you don’t want me to call Santa, do you?”, etc. THAT is the hangover I’m talking about. 

The Christmas hype has totally drained me. I’m flat exhausted; mentally and physically. 

I’m totally looking forward to a New Year! Cheers to a successful Christmas and the New Year that is almost upon us. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak 

Who even wears gloves?

Other than when skiing or snowboarding? Maybe the folks that live in Alaska or work out in the snow?

My sweet little family and I are headed North (Philadelphia to be specific) to celebrate my birthday and attend my company’s holiday party. For those that don’t know, we reside in Florida. So in packing for this trip, my husband has mentioned on several occasions that I need gloves. For real? No, thanks. 

While I did purchase a pair of boots and have decided to leave my favorite Reef’s behind, I refuse to wear gloves. No way am I covering up my beautiful, freshly painted pink and whites. Not to mention, it’s a far cry that I’ll actually “layer” on this trip so gloves are out of the question. Along with a beanie or head/ear cover thing. I can hardly wear sunglasses without them tickling my nose, headbands without giving me a headache and hats that make my head sweat. So I say no to gloves and beanies. 

If I don’t post for a while, my fingers have frost bite and you can laugh while thinking to yourself “what a dumb Floridian.” I promise it won’t hurt my feelings. 

Xoxo,

The Momēak 

Leftover Chinese food

Half eaten Chinese. Mm…scrumptious!

Obviously I am still alive and well. 

I thought I’d share that yesterday for lunch, I had five day old leftover Chinese food — sweet and sour chicken, white rice and an egg roll to be specific. No symptoms (I.e. Upset stomach, vomiting… you get the picture). AND it was absolutely delicious!

What’s the point of the story? There isn’t one, really. But I do suggest you keep your leftovers refrigerated, heat them up before eating and wa-lah! 

I guess this is the point of the story… I didn’t spend more money on more food for lunch yesterday (my husband will be so proud) and I actually enjoyed it! Don’t throw leftovers away a day later like my Mom does. But be reasonable; consider the type of leftovers and definitely chuck them after day five!
Xoxo,

The Momēak

12 is the new 22

Yeah, that’s right. Football & Espresso.

Meet Henry. He’s twelve and a half years old going on twenty-two. He plays travel baseball, shares my love of Starbucks Iced Salted Caramel Mocha Lattes, watches my kids, entertains my preposterous ideas and conversations, ensures men aren’t checking out my Mother and I while out in public and eats like he hasn’t been feed in days. Every. Single. Meal!

In fact, Henry likes to know what is for dinner before we’ve eaten breakfast. For real? I’m not even done cooking cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon and the kid is inquiring about dinner. Did you forget about lunch, buddy? Or is it just not that important to you? It’s ok, I don’t get too excited over turkey sandwiches, either.

Since when did 12 year old boys begin acting older than grown men? H likes to remind me to drive carefully and eat before enjoying a glass (ok, or three) of wine. He encourages my Mom to workout and have an awesome productive day. His humor is on our (mine and Yaya’s – side note: you’ll meet Yaya soon) level. The kid is just all around amazing. After all, he is my brother. They say give credit where credit is due. Done. I’ll take it!

I thought you should meet him, as he’ll be hanging around here quite a bit.

Xoxo,

The Momēak

Wednesday wisdom?

 

steve-jobs-quote
Obviously Steve Jobs did well. He’s the man!

I so love this. I love this for many reasons.

While I wouldn’t exactly label myself as a crazy one (on the norm, anyway), misfit, rebel or trouble maker, I somehow find this quote relatable. It speaks to me. What does it say? It says a lot. It says stop judging those that are doing life their way. Stop critiquing and criticizing those living life outside of the lines and doing things a little differently. Those that don’t parent the same way you do, those that don’t workout the same way you do, those that don’t eat the same things you do, those that don’t like coffee (ok fine, go ahead and critique those people…that’s just weird) or those that have master plans to make the world a better place. While the quote screams STOP this or that to me, it also encourages so much. It encourages inner strength, determination, persistence and perseverance…in whatever your focus may be.

There…now that your Wednesday morning pep talk is out of the way, what good do you hope to accomplish today? Do you have any feel goods from the above quote?

Cheers to a happy hump day (do people even say “hump day” anymore? That’s always been really weird to me, too — but nonetheless, I hope your day is very happy and humpy)!

Xoxo,

The Momēak