It started when I was about 5 years old. I took a sip of Dad’s coffee (black). It was a little bitter but I was somehow okay with that. I snuck a sip of Mom’s next (milk and sugar). Oh, better for my 5-year-old palate.
Not long after this, Mom began a routine of taking us (my sisters and me) out on a few errands each week. Most of the time, if her errands brought us near, Mom would stop at this diner-style restaurant that became very special to us. It was our place. [The one we used to visit was one of three, I think, in the area. It’s no longer there. So sad. I didn’t think the place even existed anymore anywhere, but Google says otherwise! I’m thrilled to see there are still several locations not far from Mom’s. I see a little excursion in the near future…]
Sometimes, if it was still early, we’d have french toast. Sometimes, we’d sit at the counter
and have grilled cheese sandwiches. But most of the time, we had ice cream.
In all my visits to this place over the years, I’ve had a taste of a few flavors from my family members. But I asked for the same thing every single time I had ice cream there…
Coffee on a sugar cone with chocolate ‘jimmies’.
Ah, yes, this terminology may make it possible for you ascertain where in the U.S. I grew up — a fact I will neither confirm nor deny. [But if you’re coming for me, I’d appreciate a little warning.]
I hear stories from my 11-year-old son about his classmates mentioning their consumption of coffee. Which blows my mind. Jeez… kids these days. [Fuck, I’m old.] At 11, I was still stealing swigs from my Mom’s cup at best. By the end of high school, I’d buy my own coffee. But not too often. Even 17- or 18- year-olds at the time didn’t really ‘grab a coffee’.
Then I went to college. Not a big university… a small-ish college… somewhat prestigious. But I didn’t care about that. I cared about… uh… other stuff. And this is where my coffee obsession truly escalated.
In my first year, I was randomly placed [with an awful roommate… God, I hated her…] in the dorm where the campus coffeehouse was located. How cool was that? Pretty damn cool. Not only was I in that deliciously scented place pretty much every day, but I also ‘worked’ there. I use the term loosely as it was a pleasure, not work… and it was an unpaid volunteer gig.
And as I volunteered away any hope of sleeping, live music would be happening in front of me. Coffee and musicians? Like, boys with guitars? Oh, and occasional baking (both kinds)? That whole scene is the closest to heaven I’ve ever been. [Okay, I may have felt close to heaven a few other times… but those are totally different stories…]
And so my obsession continued. I’ve even been to a café called… yes, you guessed it… ‘Coffee Obsession’.
And all of this long, drawn out sandra-history was just backstory for two things…
Thing one: I’ve noticed that every time a turn a corner, drive along a big curve, or go over a bumpy bit in the road, I instinctively reach for my cupholder to make sure my coffee doesn’t spill. Even when there is no coffee cup there. Do I have a problem?
Thing two: Today, upon returning home from playing mini-golf with my kids, I walked to the door of my house holding my bag, my keys, and my big fat iced coffee. I tripped on a step and fell. And I broke my fall with a hand… and an elbow… because I had to keep the coffee upright. Do I have a problem?
[By the way, I won at mini-golf… but my son was only 2 strokes behind! That little shit is gonna kick my ass next time!]
[Oh, also, I have a 4-inch long scrape on my leg from the fall… but that is all. I didn’t even bleed. Nor did I spill a single drop of coffee. I must be a fucking superhero. Javagirl? Hot, bitter and dressed in black? That sounds like me.]
Drink up!
I’ve done the same with other adult beverages. It’s amazing, our will and ability to not spill a drop while being contorted in a fall or trip. God save the drink! 😃
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My kids were both horrified and amazed… 😃
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They should be duly impressed! Momma’s still got it! 😃
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Yeah… I still got something. 😃 Oh yeah…. It’s unspilled coffee. 😋
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I’d be willing to guess you’ve got more something than that, but I spilled coffee is a great start! 😃
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Oh, you’re very sweet… 🙂
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Unspilled, that is. God I hate spell correct!!!😜
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It’s okay… I understand. 🙂
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I raise my cup to you! I will join you in that coffee addiction.
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I’m going to get more right now… 🙂
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Smiles.
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I believe I will call you Javagirl from now on! Javagirl, you never fail to make me laugh. And right now it’s making me cough, so stop it!
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Haha 😃 Don’t hurt yourself! You might spill something… 😀
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Haha, ouch! I said don’t make me laugh!
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😃 Sorry… It’s a curse, really…
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A smile is as far as I’m going here! ❤
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I read this while I drink my coffee ha!
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😀 ☕
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Coffee
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Lmfao! 😂
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Must. Protect. Coffee. 🙂
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Javagirl I’m happy you didn’t break something whilst protecting “the drink” 🙂
It shows you’re still very limber and your priorities are very well aligned 🙂 and now you’re also a super flying ninja in the eyes of your kids 🙂
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We’re a coffee drinking nation (expresso) and we’re always drinking it . I remember being very small , my mom used to dip just the tip of the little spoon of sugar into her expresso (that she drinks black no sugar like me 😉 ) in such a way that none of the sugar fell into the cup but it soaked up the coffee until the sugar became dark brown and give it to us …for just a taste 🙂 Addicted by the hands of my own mom 😉 but glad there weren’t any “child protecting services” back then 😉
Turtle Hugs
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Haha! My mom never stopped me from having my little tastes… and she caught me many times. I think my parents were amused that I loved it from such a young age. None of my sisters would touch it. I don’t get that! 😀
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Some of us are more special than others ??? 🙂
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Oh yes. Clearly. 😀
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Tea for me, not coffee – but my obsession is the same! I’m a demon in the morning – won’t do a bloody thing till I’ve had that first cup – would even leave a soggy nappy hanging at my child’s knees until I’ve had a mug of tea 😁
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Hahahaa! It’s so true, though. I turn on the coffee pot before I even insert contact lenses. Good thing I don’t fall down with that blurry vision! 😀
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If you fall – don’t spill the coffee 😃
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My coffee addiction started in my last year of my undergrad. I was like 22/23? Working 30 hours a week, plus a full course load at school and volunteered a few hours every Monday. Add in readings and assignments and friend time – I needed it! It started off pretty tame but now I love coffee. Korea changed the game for me 5 years ago when I first came over. Korea is very much a coffee country! And now they have destroyed me further by making me a Starbucks addict.
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You know, it’s funny but as much as I love coffee, I rarely go to Starbucks. I have no idea what they do to their coffee, but most of the time it does not agree with me. And I wouldn’t want my coffee making a return appearance! lol
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So true! lol I used to be a Tim Horton’s girl, inexpensive coffee with a distinct flavour. I can’t drink just regular Starbucks coffee…it really needs to be mixed with something. My go-to drinks are a white mocha or a vanilla latte. Something to mask the coffee taste, but the other flavours are amazing! Still can’t just drink their coffee though haha
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When I do go there… it’s a skinny vanilla latte. But I hate to part with pretty much $5 anyway! Crazy!
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What’s the difference between a skinny vanilla latte and a regular one? lol I hate the prices too! I was talking to my brother who says a regular coffee at Starbucks is the same price as Tim Hortons, and I’m like no way! An xl at Tim’s is $2, a small brewed coffee at starbucks is like $3.50 ridiculous!
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The skinny one uses skim milk and sugar free vanilla syrup. I tried it once… didn’t really notice a difference… so I figured I’d go with that. Of course, I don’t go often so it’s not like I’ve had anything close to a side-by-side comparison… 😀
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Ahhh very cool! Maybe I should try to order that here HAHA throw the baristas into a loop trying to explain it.
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Haha! 🙂
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Mugs up Bitches!!!! You are my person….swear to it! I’d done the same thing…break a fucking hip before dropping my coffee. I knew we had a special bond but this.This solidifies it 😂👍
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Hahaha! 😀 Bonded, for sure! I was really really shocked I came out of that with pretty much no injury… I’m just glad I didn’t break my face because that’s the next part of me that would have hit stone! I have my priorities in order… probably the wrong order… but they’re in order… 😀
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Not the face!!!! Now you might want to drop the coffee for the face next time girl LOL
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Oh that is an obsession. I’d have thrown the coffee and everything else in my arms. Then again I love throwing things! My coffee consumption started when I was in grade school. Too young probably but I had a milky coffee before school and then tea with Nana when I came home. It’s definitely stuck. Except now I drink my coffee black!
Also, sorry I’ve been rather absent. It’s been rather chaotic around here. I’ll be in touch!
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Throwing things is good… But not the coffee!! 🙂 Hope all is well!
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I’m writing you an email as we speak!
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🙂
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Funny story for you. I have two kids – nursed them both. With the first – pregnancy and nursing – I stayed off the java. With the second? Nope. I had a toddler and I was pregnant. I drank coffee. And had a couple cups each morning while i was nursing him.
Fast forward to today- older one doesn’t like coffee. The younger one loves it. My bad. 🙂
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It’s probably not even related. Maybe. I drank coffee with both of mine, but not as much as is “normal” for me. Both my kids have sipped my iced coffee and they both like it. But I won’t let them have their own yet… 🙂
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