Thursday, August 28, 2008
As I got older I decided to partake in the thick black foul tasting stuff myself. Unlike my first cigarette or drink I don't remember my first cup of coffee. I just know that somewhere along the line it became a consistent part of my day. Most of second period my sophomore year was spent at Perkins eating a fat muffin and drinking a bottomless pot of coffee.
When I was 16 I started working at the coolest coffee house in town. As the youngest employee I was excited to show my long history of coffee drinking. Like a badge of maturity and sophistication, I would drink mine black, not wanting to mess up the myriad complexities of each individual cup of coffee. I learned to pull a perfect shot, to steam a cup of milk just so. Sadly, I missed the whole 'art in a cup' part of the specialty coffee drink world. Coffee brought together all kinds of people, including teenagers. In fact one might argue that the popularity of coffee houses came about from youths need to congregate. And congregate we did. Crazy clothes and hair, facial piercings and tattoos, cigarettes and caffeine, sex and rock n roll. All at your local coffee house.
When I became pregnant with my daughter coffee became my bane. I wanted it like a wanted my cigarettes, but I knew both were bad for me and my fetus so out they went. I got pretty hardcore about not drinking caffeine. I never was a big soda person so that wasn't hard, but to many nights at the Tobacco Bowl had left me pretty toxic and not drinking coffee(or smoking) along with all the pregnant hormones really threw me for a ride.
I didn't drink a cup of coffee until my daughter was around three..... coffee and breastfeeding just didn't go together either. With my son some years later though I didn't get all hardcore about not drinking coffee. Due to a really bad case of morning sickness I didn't drink to much for the first few months and I really did try to stay away all through my pregnancy. Once I had him though all the healthy momma stuff went out the window. I was much more lenient this time around!
Which more or less brings me to today. Today I drink more coffee than water. I drink coffee in the morning when I check my email, in the afternoon when my son takes a nap, and in the evening when I check my email. I'm dehydrated,hyper, and depleted. In the eyes of most twelve step programs I would be considered clean and sober but I know better than that. I'm still hooked on java. It's (I hope) my last addiction. Of course this last one is not only socially acceptable but still pushed on almost every street corner and market. Just go to an AA meeting if you don't believe me.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I'm not sure about the intentions behind our new road, but after months of parking a block away and walking through our neighbors yards or down a long and dark alley, we finally have a road. Of course it's not completely done. They are laying it as I type. Since we moved in here almost two years ago(Yay! for owning a house!) we've had some form of road construction. owing to the archaic sewer system that runs below many Des Moines city streets. It's been incredibly annoying to say the least. This last round has caused quite a few problems and headaches. Take for example the giant hole that was in front of our house on and off for several weeks. It was about 18 feet deep, I know this because an 18 foot retaining wall sat in front of our house for months waiting to be used. Apparently the state of Iowa had to purchase it specially for this project along with a special incredibly large machine to drop it into an incredibly large hole and pull it out again. I think they must have needed to justify the purchases because they dug and filled these holes at least 3 times probably more. That's a lot mindless work if you ask me. Not to mention the days that would go by with no one doing anything at all out there and no holiday or rain in sight. On the positive side, and I'm trying to remember that everything has one, we will have bright and shiny new sewer system and road. That's got to do something for our property value(like offset all the damage the constructions done?).
This is a picture from my front door. Notice the lack of fencing or sidewalk (while ignoring the unkempt lawn).
Here is a sampling of the people my son looks up to. Oh, did I mention my two year old spends hours watching these people smoke and play with their large stomachs....and work of course.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I'm guessing this is a lot easier than boiling them all.
If cutting the peppers was the most time consuming step, stirring the damn jelly definitely wins for the most repetitive.
My grandma(who's name is Jeannine btw)made sure I was careful with the liquid lava, I mean boiled jelly as I moved it to the island. She wouldn't tell me what would happen if it fell on me but she made a lot of references to skin grafts.
Viola! I see bricks of cream cheese and a box of wheat thins in my future. And new pants.
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