Quinn says there's less caffeine in a shot of espresso than there is in a 12 oz cup of regular ol' joe. I believe him. People feel the espresso because they tend to drink it either as a shot, which is tiny and goes down quickly, or in a sugary concoction that they chug all too quickly and end up with a massive buzz, whereas people who like to enjoy a cup of coffee actually enjoy it...slowly.
I'm becoming something of a coffee addict...again. I was throughly addicted when I was a teenager, but I got over it when I was pregnant. It wasn't worth the leg aches and lack of sleep that it caused. Now I'm getting back to the cup-a-day status and enjoying it very much. I picked up some flavored creamers last week and I think they're making me fat. As if it isn't bad enough to have every snack available loaded with calories- I now drink my calories as well! Darnitall. I'm gonna have to research sugar free liquid creamers- or maybe go the half-and-half with flavored, sugar free syrups route. Either way, I'm glad for the warmth and the buzz now that fall is here. It goes well with my chunky, cable knit, burnt orange hooded sweater that I'm rocking.
Happyness is falltime full of apples, crunchy leaves and cinnamon sticks.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Runny Babbit
My mother bought my son a book for Christmas. it's a billy sook by Shel Silverstein. Everything Silverstein writes is pretty silly, but this one is an entire book of spoonerized rhymes about a bunny rabbit. Or rather, a runny babbit.
Last night we had some young people over for a movie and game night and ended up with a competition going on to see who in the group could read through an entire poem without stuttering or losing their place. It was hilarious. Nobody made it, but we all laughed ourselves silly. Here is a sample of what we were dealing with:
Runny babbit knearned to lit,
And made a swat and heater,
And now he sadly will admit
He bight have done metter.
Runny be quimble,
Runny be nick,
Runny cump over the jandlestick.
But now- what smells furning bluff?
Guess he didnt' hump jigh enough.
Last night we had some young people over for a movie and game night and ended up with a competition going on to see who in the group could read through an entire poem without stuttering or losing their place. It was hilarious. Nobody made it, but we all laughed ourselves silly. Here is a sample of what we were dealing with:
Runny babbit knearned to lit,
And made a swat and heater,
And now he sadly will admit
He bight have done metter.
Runny be quimble,
Runny be nick,
Runny cump over the jandlestick.
But now- what smells furning bluff?
Guess he didnt' hump jigh enough.
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