Don't you hate it when you come home to a clean house, dump your luggage/old magazines/dirty laundry just steps from the front door and proceed just ignore it for 36 hours, or in our case, probably even more?
Maybe it's just me then. I have no energy whatsover.
p.s. posted on DotMoms yesterday. Many cools pics to come.
We have just returned from a sojourn to the great Canadian wilderness. Oh, do I have stories to tell! And pictures! Thankyegods for digital, otherwise I'd be spending a fortune at the photomat.
More to come very very soon, first, I must eat food that hasn't been sitting in a cooler for five days or dropped in a fire pit. :)
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<tuesday july 13, 2004 - 9:24 a.m>
We've just returned from a road trip which involved a visit to Mark's parents and a wedding reception in Oakville. These long bouts in the car leave me feeling groggy and out of sorts... before, during and after the drive.
Oh, did I mention I decided to quit coffee before we left? So for me, there was no stopping at Tim Horton's along the way for a coffee-to-go. (Although in the southern areas of Ontario Coffee Time seems to making a dent in this territory.)
The coffee-while-driving seems to be a quintessentially Canadian thing to do, seeing as though it takes hours to get anywhere in this vast country of ours. It's natural, you get a coffee in a paper cup when you're about to go a long distance. It's just what you do. Fancy coffees are on the increase for inner-city consumption, sure, but when you're travelling a long hard distance, it has to be the same grubby brown stuff that's driven by truckers and area OPP.
Is it just Ontarians/Canadians who use the term "double double" as it pertains to coffee additives? (Translation: two cream, two sugar).
I wonder. :)
I love coffee. Some people drink it because they need to. I drink it because I love the taste. I can hear and feel the click and the "ahhhhh" feeling in my brain after those first few lovely sips.
I used to be a one cuppa day gal. My former workplace guaranteed it. The coffee was so bad I was astounded that anyone could drink it. It tasted horrible. It was murky and black, and you could feel a caustic burning sensation as it travelled down your throat. Thirty minutes later you'd find yourself questioning why you chose to ingest this hot battery acid, wondering what kind of intestinal damage was being done.
That place cured me of drinking coffee. Oh yeah.
Since I work from home, and down the road from two coffee shops, I found myself drinking coffee throughout the day. Who knows how much that added up to, but I often found myself jittery and starved for coffee. There were times that I would do just about anything for a cup of coffee. Why, just the other day I nearly sold my children for a cup of Bridgehead's Guatemalan roast.
I tried to go cold turkey last Thursday, but in the middle of the afternoon I found myself in bed with a throbbing headache that was not unlike the feeling you get when someone has taken a power drill to your temple.
I broke down and had a tea, a darjeeling in which the tea bag had swam for the full five minutes.
Once I got over the initial hump it became clear that I could do it. So this is my plan now. I am keeping to one tea a day. I no longer feel so antsy and crazed in the afternoon. In fact, I am feeling much more relaxed and much less crabby. (Is that possible?)
In fact, I am enjoying my one cup of darjeeling as I type this. But that will be it for me. :)
In fact, I am enjoying my one cup of darjeeling as I type this. But that will be it for me. :) 
