That First Sip
I discovered coffee a few weeks ago. My dad and grandparents have always drunk it. My mom was a later on in life drinker (hahaha!! . . . that could be many things, but in this case, just coffee). My brother and sister drink it. I've always liked the smell of it. I've always thought the idea of a toasty hot beverage was lovely, but then I tasted it, and P U K E!!!!!! It was awful and gross and disgusting! Oh sure, I could have done a cappuccino, frappuccino, or some other coffee confection- but if I was going to have a glorified milkshake, I might as well just have, well, a milkshake because I know I like those!
People have suggested that I should drink coffee because I am NOT a morning person. At all. I can get up, get moving, and be productive- but do NOT try to interact with me. I co-taught with a lady for a couple of years. After 4 semesters of working together, we finally co-taught in the afternoon. At the end of the semester, she said, "You know- I used to think you just didn't like me, but now I just think you weren't a morning person." I was slightly mortified: a) I was trying to be nice all those mornings. She was an older lady and I really did like her and b) good grief- how awful must I be- if she thought, when I was trying to behave, I was not very nice??????
When we went to the beach this summer, our friends are coffee drinkers. They drank a lovely french vanilla brew. It smelled so good. I decided on our first morning, I must try it. I poured in a bit of the fat free french vanilla creamer and it was instant love. I drank it every day the week we were at the beach. We stayed one night longer than our friends, and the next morning I did not have my coffee and I had a raging headache on the way home. Now- in fairness, it could have been the yuck weather- since it was pouring practically the entire way back, or the depression of leaving the beach, or just a long car ride. But the first morning we were home, I had some coffee and all was well with my world.
On Monday as I was driving Alexa and I to school, I took my first sip and I thought . . . "Holy moly! How lovely." I just sort savored it. And then I thought- "That first sip of coffee, is as good as the first sip of Diet Coke from a cold can!" Friends who are Diet Coke fiends- you know, nothing beats that first sip of Diet Coke. The way it bubbles and burns down your throat . . . it's like a little glimpse into Heaven for me. I sometimes don't even finish the can because- I just really needed the first sip. (Let me clarify- that I would never waste a full can, that's like some kind of sacrilege, but I might waste a 1/2 can- on occasion. It's not a regular occurrence) Obviously my coffee isn't bubbling down my throat- or burning- but it's comforting and soothing and makes me feel so content. Kind of weird that a stimulant makes me feel that way, and that drinks can make me dedicate an entire blog to them. Yet again, I prove, I am a weird person though.
People have suggested that I should drink coffee because I am NOT a morning person. At all. I can get up, get moving, and be productive- but do NOT try to interact with me. I co-taught with a lady for a couple of years. After 4 semesters of working together, we finally co-taught in the afternoon. At the end of the semester, she said, "You know- I used to think you just didn't like me, but now I just think you weren't a morning person." I was slightly mortified: a) I was trying to be nice all those mornings. She was an older lady and I really did like her and b) good grief- how awful must I be- if she thought, when I was trying to behave, I was not very nice??????
When we went to the beach this summer, our friends are coffee drinkers. They drank a lovely french vanilla brew. It smelled so good. I decided on our first morning, I must try it. I poured in a bit of the fat free french vanilla creamer and it was instant love. I drank it every day the week we were at the beach. We stayed one night longer than our friends, and the next morning I did not have my coffee and I had a raging headache on the way home. Now- in fairness, it could have been the yuck weather- since it was pouring practically the entire way back, or the depression of leaving the beach, or just a long car ride. But the first morning we were home, I had some coffee and all was well with my world.
On Monday as I was driving Alexa and I to school, I took my first sip and I thought . . . "Holy moly! How lovely." I just sort savored it. And then I thought- "That first sip of coffee, is as good as the first sip of Diet Coke from a cold can!" Friends who are Diet Coke fiends- you know, nothing beats that first sip of Diet Coke. The way it bubbles and burns down your throat . . . it's like a little glimpse into Heaven for me. I sometimes don't even finish the can because- I just really needed the first sip. (Let me clarify- that I would never waste a full can, that's like some kind of sacrilege, but I might waste a 1/2 can- on occasion. It's not a regular occurrence) Obviously my coffee isn't bubbling down my throat- or burning- but it's comforting and soothing and makes me feel so content. Kind of weird that a stimulant makes me feel that way, and that drinks can make me dedicate an entire blog to them. Yet again, I prove, I am a weird person though.
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