These are my Confessions (Part 1)

There are just some random things in life that happen… and we ignore them because it just feels better than facing them. Today I’m looking at the dirty deeds of my currently “super straight-laced on the verge of boring life” right in the face:
-I haven’t even told my coworkers this though I tell them most things. But the other day, there was a black pen on the tp holder in my bathroom stall (you know – MY stall). And I figured it was mine cause I always lose pens & it’s my stall & who else would have the same pen that I got from the supply closet our entire floor shares. I pick it up, get back to my desk, not my pen. Nothing about it creeps me out much, I think it’s funny, but other people have major phobias about anything that came out of the public restroom so I’ve kept it inside. But there, I said it. Also, I’ve picked up much more suspect things & assumed they were mine before like hair ties. Cause no one else uses the same black generic kind that I do & drops them anywhere I may have traveled, right? And if anyone wondered, I haven’t been using the pen. I think I will let it happily rest on my desk until someone needs to borrow a pen and then there will be a pen waiting for them to be used.

-I’m obsessed with warm beverages, maybe even addicted to them. I realized this when I took my mug home to clean it & didn’t bring it back to work. At this point, the warm beverage doesn’t even need to contain caffeine, flavor or warm milk in it, though those are treats in my warm bevs.

I love pretty much every warm bev that you can think of

– (green, white, black*my fav, red) tea, (decaf & light roast mostly) coffee, cider, probably would like warm lemon water though I haven’t yet done that.. I’ve found a way to keep the routine with my hot drinks mostly healthy. I don’t sweeten them and am trying to limit myself to one cup of caffeinated coffee per day. The rest of my daily warm bevs are so I can hold the warm mug. Smell it. Sip it. Feel the warmth on my throat. Then in my stomach. Ah. Obsessed. I should take an inventory of my routine. Lately it’s been black tea as soon as I get to work, coffee late morning or early afternoon, afternoon peppermint tea or decaf coffee, something else scrumptious before I go to bed (though I haven’t fully moved into my tea before routine that fades a bit in the summer). 3-4 drinks actually seems to be on the low side/less than I would like in an ideal world. And a ton of water so no wonder I spend half of my day in the restroom.
Some afternoons, I think that I am hungry but all that I needed was green tea [note that I do not substitute actual nourishment in this way.. just fend off cravings].

As it turns out, I’m not the only one obsessed. This writer said almost exactly what I wanted to but more eloquently. And there’s a scientific study that holding a warm drink creates a perception that you are friendly. Boom done 🙂

Also, in a quick google search about this subject I stumbled across this person. She’s a kindred spirit it seems, blogging about knitting and hot drinks (displaying her full URL to her blog post cause it’s awesome):

I’m pretty sure that that blogger, like my grandma & I, probably likes her food “piping hot” as well.

This was an amazing cup of coffee in Seattle. My favorite cup ever though was probably at our random stop through Olympia, WA.

Wow, that became a lengthy love story. I love soups also of course but not with the same equivocal love as I have for a warm drink.
I better confess a few other things: I have 4,279 unread messages in my inbox and 15K messages, good thing I just got married & can get a new Gmail account! Ain’t nobody got time to keep up with their personal email. I am still undecided on what I want to change my name to and I’m planning to make a game time decision..hopefully the SSA office isn’t too scarring that I just go crazy. Back to my previous post, I would probably eat a Pizza lunchable every day if they wouldn’t get expensive/lead to an early death. I want to be the kind of person who would kill to go to outer space but honestly, I don’t think I would want to be an astronaut anymore even though I’m sad about it. Is this normal? Does everyone else want to travel to space? I’m blaming Mark Wahlberg & Sandra Bullock. I actually like watching golf on tv. There’s nothing like taking a good nap to that quiet talking in the background and then waking up for the final holes of the tournament and crying as the winner celebrates. I If I could just transcribe notes all day or take word per minute typing tests, I think I would be happy. I did get an A in keyboarding (on typewriters – which by the way you can still buy at Office Depot, you’re welcome). I think I like the instant gratification and the feeling, maybe it’s related to playing piano somehow too.

Okay, out for now. Thanks for letting me get some things off of my chest.



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