Guest Post: Caleb, bucket list: Drink coffee every day

Hello faithful readers. Today’s post is by Caleb. He and I signed up to do a blog swap from Click here to access Caleb’s blog. Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the following post:

First, thanks to Melanie for doing it with me!  Er, I mean, doing this with me.  The blog-swap.  Okay, foot out of mouth.  I’ve read through a lot of her postings and see why so many of you enjoy reading her stuff!   There are those who say that good-looking and funny ladies can’t be accountants, but Melanie is out there to prove them all wrong.

We all need things to be excited about.  Snowmobiles, parties, hot dates, new shoes, Chappelle show back on the air- whatever.  It doesn’t matter what it is we’re excited about as much as it does that we’re excited about something.

I have one of the best things ever to be excited about: Coffee.  I know, I know- some of you are thinking this is a paltry and mundane item to get excited over, but if you are one of those non-fanatical coffee drinkers, let me win you over.

I didn’t start out in life being excited over coffee, or even liking it.  My first experiences with coffee happened while growing up, watching my dad transform from a mumbling and incoherent zombie into the sarcastic and abstractedly-supportive father I knew and loved through the sheer power of hot coffee.  I specifically remember him on weekends (usually when friends were over) shambling out of his bedroom in off-white old man underwear and a stained t-shirt, pin-balling his way through the hallway and kitchen towards the coffee pot.  If any of my friends happened to notice him and his rooster mane of hair sticking up and he caught their eye, they could expect a salutary grunt, wave, and sort of a “Hey there calshe nana hermherm… [trails off]”

He would scoop out some Folger’s and stand there, hunched over, watching as the dark brown coffee spilled into the pot.  If one were to watch closely, you could actually see his shoulders straighten and his eyelids lift as the aromas wafted into his nostrils.  Not a patient man, he would yank the pot out from the coffeemaker as soon as he determined that a cup’s worth had fallen and pour it into his (cream already added) coffee cup.  Since we didn’t have a newer coffeemaker, when he did this the coffee would continue to fall on the boiler, creating a hissing sound.

Now I’ve seen my dad excited.  I’ve heard him cheer raucously for great Cubs plays or exclaim “Yes!” with an exaggerated arm motion when he scratches a winning lottery ticket. Rarely, however, does he get as dramatically appreciative as when he has that first sip of coffee in the morning.
Dad: “sssllluuurrrpp. Ahhh!! Yeah baby! Oh yeah… that’s JUST what poppa needed!  Mmm… Sweet, sweet coffee…”

After this would usually follow some harassment of me and my friends, a half hour’s worth of internet news reading, or back to his room to do crosswords in the bathroom for an hour.  Whatever he did, after that first bit of coffee he did it as his old self again.

I didn’t understand any of this great fuss until my early twenties.  I don’t know what day between my first cup of adult coffee and today where I became as passionate about coffee as he is, but now I find myself the same zombie until I have my coffee and also emitting the same pleasurable sounds at my first sip.  Strange, I know, but I find myself equally excited every single day of the week for my morning coffee.

So I officially add to my bucket list an item that is not a one-time event: drink delicious coffee every single day of my life.

Thanks for reading!

Caleb “I’m drinking coffee while writing this” Shreves

Don’t tell anyone!

When I went home on Monday I told my mom all about the good news.  I told her, I’ll be taking TB test and fingerprinting on Wednesday.

I wasn’t able to tell my dad the good news because of how hectic the day was.

Tuesday mid-afternoon, after a work meeting, I saw my mom had called me twice. I call her back.

Mom: Did you tell them yet?

Me: No, mom.

Mom: Ok, don’t say anything yet because they could still change their mind.

Me: Ok mom. Ok.

My dad calls 15 minutes later

Dad: Did you tell your job?

Me: No dad, I didn’t.

Dad: Oh ok, don’t say anything yet until you’re sure.

Me: Ok. I go tomorrow for testing and some paperwork.

Dad: Ok, bye.

10 minutes later my mom calls me.

Mind you, I’m at work.

Mom: Did you get the job? Dad said you were going for testing.

Me: Mom, I need to take the TB test.

Mom: What did they say to you?

Me: Mom! I’m at work right now. Are you at work?

Mom: Yes

Me: Ok can you check your email?

Mom: Ok yeah. Yeah.

We proceed to have a conversation as she asks me questions. I answer her via email.

Email: They offered me the job. I accepted. Tomorrow (Wed) I go in for a TB test and fingerprinting. Friday they’re hoping my prints clear and we can do all the paperwork and HR stuff.

Mom: Oh ok. You didn’t tell your dad medical testing.

Hold on Mom. Dad is calling me.

I join the calls.

My mom tells my dad the background info.

Mom: She already took the test last week. (Correction, I took it last week of November) They interviewed her last week. They called her on Monday.

Dad: Oh ok.

Mom and Dad have a conversation. My mom is speaking in Tagalog as if I can’t understand.

Somewhere along that conversation my dad hangs up the phone without saying good-bye.

Before my mom leaves… You need to teach me how to three-way!

Welcome to my Randomness XXV

This past week has been insanely crazy. As you have noticed, I’ve not been able to blog much.

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Actually, I didn’t blog at all. I apologize. Please forgive me.

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So, I have an amazingly funny story to tell you regarding my parents and my job offer 🙂

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Planning to post later today or tomorrow. No later than Monday though! Promise!

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Last night I participated in a mock debate for my youth director, Jay.

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Service started at 7pm. I was unable to leave right at 6pm because my boss was relaying his fears that our accounting clerk will never be able to finish the filing unless I tell her exactly what to do.

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I left at 6:15. Mad dash to the freeway. ITS TRAFFIC!

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For debates my favorite part is the cross-examination. No one else would sign up for it anyway. So by default its given to me. I gladly take it! 🙂

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Fortunately, we were able to stall until I got there, at 7:20. Sorry again.

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Thanks Jay @ for letting me participate! It was a lot of fun. I actually miss debating.

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It’s been raining! Finally, I can listen to Christmas music! I don’t won’t listen to Christmas music when it’s sunny, hott, and 80 degrees outside.

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Tomorrow I’m going out-of-town again, Bakersfield/Delano area. It’s my grandpa’s 93rd birthday.

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It’s a big deal of course. Each person has to bring something.

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My uncle said I have to bake a cake.

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He told my cousin J to make a sign

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My Auntie Jovy is bringing rice.

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Wow, how original we are.

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I re-did my categories. My catch-all is Welcome to my Randomness.

I’m pretty random, huh? Poor readers, I’m sorry.

Welcome to my Randomness XXIV

I’m going to my cousin’s graduation ceremony today…


Congrats Manang Jom!


Graduating from Nursing School

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I’m getting off at 12:30. I have an interview at 1. Then out to Bakersfield.

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I know it’s the middle of nowhere but that’s where the rest of the fam-bam resides. Perks?! SONICS TIME!

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Pitiful, I know. There’s a Sonics in Rancho and in Fullerton. It’s just not the same. I’m hoping I can get there a little before 4pm…

for you know what… HAPPY HOUR! 1/2 on drinks.

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I love me my limeade. Ok, moving on. I can eat a burger on a wheat bun. I checked the allergen information.

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Pitiful, I know. Yet again. I must find a way! Even though I know I most definitely cannot partake in any tots. 😦

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Such sadness. Oh well.

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This Saturday commemorates the Holidays. My mom has a work Christmas party at non other than…OUR HOUSE.

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I sometimes wonder why everyone loves to have parties at our house. Mind you…our house is not that big. It’s spacious because of the way we assemble our furniture but it’s not big enough for a PARTAY! Only get-togethers 🙂

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Nonetheless everyone dooms dons the Torres Residence as party happening central. Oh well. It’s fun and all.. Our parents raised us to be good hosts/hostesses but when it’s all over and done. You party-ers have left.. it’s almost like spring clean-up like non other.

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We clean beforehand and clean afterwards.

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Wednesday the office closed at 5 instead of the usual 6. I text my sister to see what she was up to. She was just clocking out.

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Then she called. FRANTIC. “Will you help me?! I need to write about 50 books.”

Me: Oh no no no. I’m not in school anymore I don’t need to write reviews.

Her: Please! I’ll pay you.

Me: Oh ok how will you pay me back?

Her: I don’t know…but I will!

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I hope this child knows that not all older siblings are as kind as I am; to give up my early evening to skim through a few books and write a paragraph on it.

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As I was laying in bed telling a friend of mine what amazing deed I had done… It hit me! How she was to pay me back. Do my chores for a month.

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Next evening. She expected me to help her again. I told her the payment terms. She wanted three weeks. I would not back down. I’m not a business major to be steered any which way!

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A month it is! I had won. Ah hahahaha I win. Can you hear Izma from the Emperor’s New Groove? You know where she’s a cat and she wins. Upon her evil laugh and ‘I win’ statement she’s falling …

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Anyway! I don’t do chores for 3 months. Yet, I did wash dishes last night and cooked dinner for the family.

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Only an hour til I leave. Oh the brilliant Melanie forgot her gps. Off to google maps.

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I have to anticipate any location I may want to visit. Oh I didn’t know what to wear for the weekend so I have 3 different outfits to choose from complete with a complementary scarf.

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I have a feeling I’m going to buy something else to wear. I’m not particularly fond of what is laying out in my car right now.

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Here it goes again. Having to find somewhere to change into interview appropriate attire.

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Til next Friday 🙂

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Welcome to my Randomness XXIII

I know for the past 2 weeks I’ve not had a randomness post! I’m sorry. May I please be forgiven?

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I don’t really have an excuse except for busyness. Then again, everyone is always busy. As the saying goes, you make time for those you love. In this case, things you love, i.e. blogging 🙂

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I’m back on the Randomness Wagon!

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I’m going to SD tomorrow with my two FAVORITE people! Danny and Ben…

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Plans: Old Town San Diego, Seaport Village, Gaslamp Quarter, and Coronado. Sometime we’ll be eating at Sushi Diner Anyone care to join?

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I had an interview yesterday. I don’t exactly know how to read if I’ll be hearing positive news next week (which is when they’ll be contacting me).

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I’ll have to write a post about it … maybe after I write this one?

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Just in case you didn’t know… LIKE ME ON FACEBOOK

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Oh, I’m in the process of redo-ing my WordPress Categories. I realize I have a lot of overlapping and very broad/general categories. Time to pin-point what I write about!

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Any ideas? Obviously…. Welcome to my Randomness, is a given. I need to come up with a catchy phrase regarding my singleness/others need to matchmake….I have a feeling I have plenty more of those stories.

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My cousin (Je) text me the other day… “Ya’ll should get onesies we’re all wearing them for Christmas and by we I mean, Den, Jo, and me…hopefully all the boys do it to… (the boys consist of Ja, Ry, and my brother)

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I’m totally down with onesies but I’m not totally down with taking pictures in onesies and letting the world see...  via facebook.

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Courtesy of

Still thinking about it.. it would have to be a hot onesie to be taking a picture in… still looking for one of those..



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Oh a little blip about my Black Friday: 3:30 WAKE UP! 4am leave the house. 4:30 arrive at the mall. Left the mall at 8am went to Target. Left Target at 9 went to Kohl’s (I hate lines at Kohl’s, just saying) Left Kohl’s at 10:30. Went to a different Target 11am. Left Target went to Big 5 12pm. Finally Denny’s for “Brunch”. At 1pm Active for the sake of my brother. After this I let my sister drive. I was a goner. They drove to Best Buy. Then finally HOME at 2:30.

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I’m done with my Christmas shopping…except for presents for my cousins (5). I did pretty well. The only thing left on my list are brown and black boots.

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I’m picky…so it’s no wonder I didn’t find any, yet.

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Maybe we shall stop by a few malls in San Diego 🙂

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Any good deals you stumbled across?

My Name is … JUROR # 10 Part 2

Continuing from yesterday’s post…

What I thought about this experience:

I enjoyed it. It was definitely an experience.

Sidebars are used to approach the judge in a semi-private fashion where only the prosecutor, the defense attorney, the judge, and court reporter are the audience.

The council makes up the defense party and the prosecuting party.

Raise your hand if you need to use the bathroom, its ok.

Possible objections: hearsay, vague, relevance, leading, argumentative, offer of proof..

Rulings: sustained, overruled, stricken.


A few funnies in the court room:

There were three instances where I remember laughing wanting to laugh.

#1. The defense witness was being cross-examined by his defense attorney…the witness turns to the judge turns back to the attorney…leans into the mic… bathroom break. I’ll be right back.

#2.  Another defense witness… (honestly, i wanted to laugh the whole time he was up there. This guy was a complete joke.) Anyway, the District Attorney was asking very simple questions and the defense witness could not give a straight-forward answer. For example, Question:  is said defendant a lieutenant? Answer: No, he’s actually an Animal Control Officer 2, just like me but he acts like a lieutenant. They didn’t give him the exact title because there isn’t enough funds to pay him on a lieutenant salary. Melanie: I want to LAUGH out LOUD!

#3 Closing arguments . . . the District Attorney was able to give his closing arguments first. Then the Defense Attorney provided his. The District Attorney then gave his final push to the jury. Among that final push…he brought out a picture of a red herring. He called many of the Defense Attorney’s “reasons/excuses” red herrings. Somehow, I saw that coming…and was thoroughly amused that I was right. I was also entertained that he even provided a picture…of a red herring. I think I chuckled…aloud. Maybe even smiled at the District Attorney…oh how I would miss him.

If any of you want to know what my case is about let me know. I can divulge although I have some type of fear that the DA might google about this specific case he was on so I don’t want to provide any names and specifics. I may have a password protected post about it instead. 🙂

My Name is … JUROR # 10 Part 1

Here is the post you have all been waiting for. My jury duty post! Of course, I say it tongue in cheek like… no one is really waiting for me to post, let alone post about jury duty. No one notices I haven’t posted about jury duty, either. I’m glad I straightened all that out for myself so you didn’t have to do it in the comment section below 😉


Jury Duty.

What I liked:

My days start at 10:30 am.

Typical lunch time: 11:30 am – 1:30 pm. The court itself is closed from noon to 1:30.

My days end no later than 4:30, sometimes earlier.

The District Attorney was the prosecutor, I got to see his pretty face every day. If I believed in love at first sight..that was it. Such intellect, beauty, and personality.

I went home for lunch.

Some days I even took a nap.

It was nice.

What I disliked:

The court room was always cold.

I didn’t have a name.

I was referred to as my juror number according to the seat I had.

I was unable to talk to anyone about the case.

I was unable to talk to my beloved readers about what went on inside the courtroom or my head about the case, for that matter.

Mostly, I was unable to talk to the District Attorney. Oh how I loved admired him. (You do realize I am kidding right? Melanie would totally never ever fall in love with someone by the sight of them. It goes against everything Melanie.)

After lunch, I always found myself a little drowsy.

Cross examinations were full of objections and sidebars prolonging the case from 3-4 days to a whole week.

The jury deliberation room was freezing as well, fyi.

Tomorrow I will post about my experience-what I learned and a few funnies 🙂


Stay tuned!

Are you looking for me?!

The search terms used to find me have been quite bizarre lately. Allow me to share the few laughs I’ve had…or utter confusion…

#1. smiling happy family at home with car free photos for websites

What does that mean?!

#2. happy 50th messages to father

Get your own ideas!You never know if your own Father will look up the speech you read him 🙂

#3. please reply on my text

I suppose you were emailing someone to ask them to reply to your text? Maybe?

#4. “the form was as followeth”

I’m confused…what does that exactly mean?

#5. she is my mom

actually, she could be MY mom

#6. picture drunk lady at bar

First of all, I would not be at the bar

Second of all, why in the world do you want to see a picture of a drunk lady at a bar…

I would think that is a very unflattering and unattractive picture… my personal opinion though

#7. nephew flirting his aunt stories

uhm that sounds awkward

#8. how do i remove my internet picture crystal torres

were you submitting a question and signed your name or were you wishing to remove a picture of crystal torres?

#9. rainboots

Did you find what you were looking for?

# 10. kiley tchang

Were you looking for someone by that name? I have no idea who that is… or what that is…

Dear Girl Who Fell Asleep At Starbucks

Dear Girl Who Fell Asleep at Starbucks,

I’m sorry I kept looking over at you. You probably didn’t notice though. Your head was back, eyes closed, and mouth open. I promise I probably would not have stared as much if your phone wasn’t ringing so loudly or so consistent and persistent. It was hard not to keep checking up on you. It was quite amusing to tell you the truth.

Honestly, I was quite envious of you. I wish the world could be so dead to me when I sleep. As long as I’m on my honest confessions streak…I may have texted others about you. Several of them were telling me to wake you up but I don’t think you would have appreciated that. I even had a friend tell me I should blog about you…too bad I couldn’t ask for your permission to do so, I hope you don’t mind. It’s actually a good thing I wasn’t brave enough to ask for your permission. I was also advised to take a picture of you asleep, head back, and mouth open but again not brave enough.

I hope you had a pleasant nap. You seemed kind of disoriented and grumpy when you awoke. I suppose I would be to if I awoke and coincidentally dropped all my stuff.

Maybe I’ll see you at Starbucks tomorrow afternoon,

Starbucks Amused Patron

Back from the dead, kind of.

I know. I know.

I disappeared. As of today, Jury Duty is over and a post will be written about that sometime tomorrow since I report back to work tomorrow and will be there til 3 pm instead of half-day like last year. (Hear my annoyance?)

Anyway! Keeping in theme with boys, guys, etc.

Yesterday I went to Starbucks to study. It was around 5pm.

I placed my books at an available table then ordered my hot tea.

I came back to my table-drink and butter croissant in hand. This guy at a table in front of me commented on my books.

Guy: Oh fun the CPA exam

Me: oh yes did you take the exam?

Blah blah.. we’re talking about the exam.

Unfortunately, about 5 minutes into the conversation someone catches my eye…

Guys have caught my eye every now and then. I never really expect anything substantial than just the feeling that I still look pretty good. Conceited? Maybe anyway!

Random guy who caught my eye joins tail-end of conversation.

RGWCME: oh studying… I’m so glad I don’t have to do that anymore..

Me: oh yeah I graduated last year but have to study for this exam…

RGWCME: Oh you studying for your Masters…?

Me: No I’m taking a break from school right now I’m not sure when I’ll head for that yet…

RGWCME: By the way I’m “Random guy who caught your eye and you apparently caught mine too”

Me: Melanie..

RGWCME: it was nice meeting you….see you around.

End of story.

Random I know, lol.

Considering I haven’t been in the game as people lovingly refer to it as…. I don’t quite know what to do or how to respond.



#2. Since blog is unavailable I’ll tweet

#3. After tweeting… must text others.

So… a few responses:

Cousin #1: Was he cute? did you get his number? did you give your number?

Cousin #2: Dude… ROFL where was this at?

Friend #1: Boys are so goofy.

Friend #2: What in the world? Where at?

No, I didn’t get his number. Yes, I’m planning to return to the same Starbucks approximately at the same time. Actually, a little bit earlier.

Until later tonight or tomorrow, we shall see.