Tea and Norman

Lucas and I love going out for tea. More specifically, we enjoy going to the 24hour coffee shop at 0200 and drinking tea. Usually it's nice and relaxing. Honestly, there's very few things that are more relaxing: drinking nice warm tea and reading a good book with someone you love.


This is unless your tea party is crashed by a 4 inch, green praying mantis. Picture it: I was sitting outside, a nice warm summer's eve. Drinking a nice orange herbal tea, reading about Prague. Then... out of no where, I actually HEAR the bug land. THWOMP. I glanced over and there on the table, only inches from my teacup, is a 4 inch (not exaggerating) praying mantis (aka scary looking bug).

I almost screamed like a girl. I think I heard Lucas muffle his fright. We stood up. Staring at our unwelcomed visitor. He seemed harmless enough. Maybe he was just lonely looking for companionship. But I think deep down, he wanted to eat us.

At first we tried to ignore it. Trying to read our books, but watching him out of the corner of our eyes, just in case an attack was near. Then we tried to appreciate it, "look how it moves its head around" (trying to figure out who was going to be tastier). We couldn't kill it... WAY to big. And what if it had back up... Finally after 10 minutes, we decided to leave. We took our tea and left our table to Norman the Praying Mantis. Maybe the next couple drinking tea at his table would be better companions for him.

Flight of the Conchords

I am in love. I should say, both Lucas and I are in love. We are in love with with Jemain and Bret. They are Flight of the Conchords.

OK, it's an HBO show. ANYONE with cable should watch this show. Seriously, watch it. It's about two kiwi's who move to New York City to make it big. They sing. Man alive do they sing! They will be walking down the street and start singing, they'll be having sex... while singing, they're lives are filled with song.

Watching this show makes me want to break into tune at a moments notice. I want to be in the middle of giving my patient a bedbath and break into tune. I want to be loading the dishwasher and do a little ditty. I want to live in a state of music. The only problem is that I really can't sing, but I won't let that to stop me. Let me sing in my off tuned, small range voice. Let me sing loud and off key. Let us all sing...

...and it begins...

So, I'm entering the world of blogging. I'll be honest, I'm nervous. Thoughts go racing through my brain:

• Will people read this?
• Will they like it?
• Is it supposed to be humorous... all the time?
• What if I start this like many other diaries of my life? I'll do great for a few days, maybe even weeks, then I'll set it aside like last week's obit page?
• Have I always been this worried what people think, or for that matter, what I think?
• Have I had enough water to drink tonight?
• Did I pee yet tonight?

Yet, here I go... taking that first step into Blogging eternity. My thoughts logged onto the WORLD WIDE WEB!

I wonder why I've decided now, at 0445, on a work night to start. Maybe I just hope to provide a little smile now and again to my friends and family (maybe even strangers) to those who read this. Maybe because it's FINALLY a slow night (which never happens anymore) and I'm bored. Yet so excited to ready other people's blogs. so, I'm jealous I don't have my own... NOT ANYMORE!

I AM A BLOGGER. I AM PROUD. my new mantra... if I repeat it enough... I'll beleive!