Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The best part of waking up...


I love coffee. My children would correct me if they read this, and tell me that I can't love a food, and they are right. Love is a verb. You love something by how you treat it. So technically, you can't love a food. But semantics aside, I love coffee. I love the way it taste and smells. I like it hot and cold. I remember, as a child, seeing pitchers of Iced Coffee in the fridge and knowing summer was offically here. This was long before Starbucks (which I also love) and Seattle Drip (yep, love them too) came along and started charging people a small fortune for a glass of iced coffee plus caramel and calling it a Latte.
Anyway, back to my affinity for coffee. Coffee is not only a favorite beverage of mine, but it's also a favorite pastime. I enjoy sitting down to my computer with a big ol'mug of jo and blogging, surfing, reading, whatever. I have a daily ritual at 2:00...Second cup of coffee time. Second-cup-of-coffee-time sometimes happens alot earlier than 2:00, and that's ok. It's the spirit of the Law folks, not the letter. Today, for example, I had my second cup immediately following my first. However, I will still sing the "Second-Cup-of-Coffee-Time!" song at 2:00 after I lay my youngest down for her nap and start the coffee maker. The coffee police won't come knocking on my door saying, "Ms. Roberts, we all know it's your third cup. We're going to have to take away your brewer." (eeek...scary thought)
Another favorite coffee moment is the after dinner pot-o-java. Yes, after dinner, and no, it's not decaf. That's right, Baby, I'm all that. Just clear the path to coffee maker....the kids are in bed and I have books to read, blog posts to write and beading to do. My husband way want to have a discussion about evolution, atheists, the egocentric gospel or NT Wright. Bring on the coffee! I'll drop over by 11:00 anyway, so c'mon with it...I ain't skeered.
Of course, I would be remiss not to mention the first cup of the day. Do I dare even move in bed before I hear the coffee brewing? Nooooooooooooo. If I move first, my husband will know I'm awake and then I will have to get up and make the coffee. AAAAAHHHHH!!!! Now, every blue moon I do get up first, but honestly folks, I could count those times on one hand. I probably got up first the day after my husband had his kidney operation. Can't make coffee from a hospital bed. I'm sure I made myself some coffee in the hotel room, but I don't remember doing it so I must have blocked it out. The first cup is truly nectar from Heaven.
I often have pondered the possibilites of a coffee IV, but lately, I've reconsidered this. First of all, you can't taste an IV. I love the taste of coffee. Second, you'd have to lug the IV bag around. And with kids constantly jumping on me, someone is bound to pull the IV out of my arm. ouch. Third, an IV would have to be relatively cool...at least not hot. A fellow blogger can testify that hot coffee should only enter the body through the mouth. (click here for the nasty details) And cold IV's are strangely disturbing. I had one once (not coffee, unfortunately) during the labor of one of my children. Coldness creeping through your veins is downright, well...creepy. Makes your hair stand on end. And you can't get warm by piling on the blankets, because you're getting cold from the inside out. So cold coffee wouldn't work in an IV anymore the hot coffee. Which leaves you the unattractive option of room temperature coffee. yuk. The only one on the planet who likes that is my 2 year old son, who always manages to find a cup somewhere in the house.
Then there's the social aspect of drinking coffee that would be gone if you had an IV. No more lingering at the table with your girlfriend, smiling as you lift the mug to your mouth. What would you do with a IV? Massage the IV tube? That's not soothing. What is she's telling you something that freaks you out and you squeeze the tube. You could cut off your own supply!!
And lastly, there's the whole needle thing. Who wants it? Not me.
So, after much consideration, I renounce the whole coffee IV idea. Let's just leave well enough alone, shall we?

8 comments:

Ashley said...

Oh Rhonda, you are so funny! I love this post! I smiled through the whole thing. I feel better knowing that your 2 year old will drink coffee that he finds. Gabriel (who just turned 3, but also did this when he was 2)will grab a mug of coffee on the table and tip it up and drink all of it. Afterwards, he will smack his lips and say, "Yummy". It is hard to believe how much he loves it.

I look foward to following your blog. I also have one. It's about our adoption if you ever want to follow along with us. www.fumia.blogspot.com

Have a great day! :)

Elysa said...

I also loved this post...though, I must admit, I do NOT love coffee. Will you still be my friend?

Rhonda Jeanne said...

Ashley- That's exactly how Sammy does it! Sometimes he gets a cup while I'm out of the room and when i find him later he has coffee breath....hmmmmmm...

Rhonda Jeanne said...

Elysa- I guess we can still be friends. You did give me mug and have given me tea, which I also like, so yes...we're can still be friends. ;')

Elysa said...

WHEW! I was worried there for a while.

Russell Roberts said...

Rhonda, that was so funny. You are hitting on all cylinders. That is the best blog post I have ever read. You got it going on girl. You're all that and a bag of chips. Go, Go, Go, Go! You go girl! You kill you.

Rhonda Jeanne said...

YOU are the funny one, Rutabaga.

bfhenry said...

Perhap there's a transdermal coffee patch! Love ya. FHR