Oh for the love of Coffee

It's been a rainy, dull, dreary week here in the great Midwet.  I mean, Midwest.  When I'm not grumbling about the utter lack of sunshine, I am deciding that this is good cozy blanket and blogging weather and after long pondering (ie. simply no ideas), I have decided on what to write a post about.  I opened up our jar of coffee beans, was greeted by the wonderful scent and was inspired.  After all, I would not be a true blogger did I not mention Coffee at least once!

I am a late coffee drinker; I was your stereotypical get-to-college-and-realize-you-can't-live-without it convert.  I started out with what many (ie. my father) would not term real coffee: a frappe.  Oh what joyous sugary mug of calories.  Best part - it smelled like coffee but didn't have the bitter coffee taste.  Before all you devoted coffee drinkers faint in horror, never fear. From there I worked my way down to only a bit of cream and sugar.  On some days.  Most days there's two spoonfuls of sugar.

Coffee is a marvelous thing.  I know that some drink it for the caffeine jolt, but honestly it's never done a whole lot to wake me up in the mornings.  Unless I drink it on an empty stomach.  Then it gets my heart going like a rabbit's and my eyes shoot wide and I feel like I'm about to go into a seizure.  At night - I can get away with drinking caffeinated coffee at night, provided I have it no less than an hour before I go to bed.  Studies have shown that when I drink coffee after 7pm, it loosens some wiring in my jaw or something and I have the potential to talk your ear off.  As a normally quiet and reserved person, this has shocked some people.

In all honesty, I drink coffee for the smell.  Even when I couldn't stand the taste, I adored the scent of coffee.  I could walk into a coffee shop and sit there for hours and hours on end.  If there was a super cute coffee shop near by (Dunkin Donuts does not anywhere near count... and I haven't been able to justify working for Starbucks. They all are drive ins around here anyhow), I would be begging them to hire me and forget this whole meeting and event planning degree.  So yes, the smell and sometimes there's nothing like a good strong cup of joe.

Also, the mugs.  Somewhere I developed a love for coffee mugs and I've started up a collection.  Not just any old mug can make it in - it either has to be different than your average mug/pretty/meaning attached.  I don't know why, I just love coffee mugs.

My beautiful mugs! Left to Right, Front to Back: Christmas mug from a friend; Mt Washington mug from my Knight; Actually a Tea Cup from a friend; Owl from a baby shower; Bible Verse from a friend; $1 from Michaels; Sesquecential Mug from NCC; NCC mug; TARDIS mug from my Knight

Coffee is wonderful.  Coffee is pretty much the greatest beverage out there.  Oh Coffee, what would we mere mortals do without thine aide and blessing?

And that, my dear readers, is my ode to coffee.  My mission complete and my duty fulfilled, I return now to my glass of Oktoberfest.