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Me and Joe September 3, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — loribailey @ 7:46 am

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Oh, how I do love my coffee! I began drinking mochas in college, savoring their chocolaty goodness and enjoying the amount of studying I got done on those days. I guess you could call them the gateway drug ;) I quickly learned how to make a reasonable imitation at home with strong coffee and later lured my unsuspecting husband into my addiction. In our heyday, I even made fresh whipped cream to top our weekend beverages. Then, Brian fell off the coffee wagon and I turned 32 – the year when my already slothful metabolism came to a screeching halt. It was time to slim down my favorite drink, so through a gradual process I developed my current cup of perfection – a lowfat, sugar-free caramel latte-ish cafe au lait.

Here’s how it works. I grind 4 scoops of good coffee beans and put water up to the 4 line on the coffee pot, then start it brewing. Next I fill a mug halfway up with milk (1% for me) and microwave it for 1:05. When it’s done, I use my handy frothing wand to get a good inch or two of foam built up. Then I add 1 spoonful of Splenda. By then, the coffee is usually done and I pour half the pot (from 4 down to the 2 line), stir, and top it with squirt a swirl of caramel (I keep it in one of those squeezable yellow mustard bottles). And voila! Happiness in a cup x 2, since an encore is always required.

 

The dangerous life of a short girl September 1, 2006

Filed under: Uncategorized — loribailey @ 10:21 pm

So yesterday before work, my amazingly wonderful husband takes my car out, gets it washed, fills it with gas, and leaves it parked in the driveway, making sure to warn me that the emergency brake is on because we have a sloped driveway. I get in, move the seat about 2 feet forward, release the emergency brake and put the car in reverse. At that same exact moment, the seat decides to slip into its previous position, whooshing me backwards while leaving my feet very far from the brake pedal and my car happily backing down the driveway, enjoying the freedom of its downhill momentum. Thankfully, my seatbelt did not adjust backward with my seat, so I grabbed the steering wheel hard, pulled myself forward and jammed my foot onto the brake. I must have had a white-fisted grip on that thing, because my forearm muscle is sore today. You tall people don’t know what we go through.