Lost In the Prairies.....Found by God

It's been one of those weeks and I still don't think there is enough coffee in the world to help me deal with it.  This week I thought I would share some bloggy coffee things that have made me smile this week.  I even took a quiz for what kind of coffee I would be.  I got :

You Are an Espresso

At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic

At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung

You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping

Your caffeine addiction level: high

I don't like espressos, but have to agree about the description of me.  For those who know me personally, I think you would agree.  

I love Star Wars.  Coffee and Star Wars.  It is a match made in heaven.  ;)

Joy indeed does come in the morning.  Coffee and God.  God and Coffee.  It's what gets me through life.  

What kind of coffee are you?  What is your vice?  Come and join the other Java Junkies with your randomness this week.  (PS.  I know not all of you drink coffee, but join in the fun anyway.)

Does this resemble you?  I know it does me.  I am non functional without my first cup of coffee.  I go crazy and have no patience.  When the kids are at me in the mornings and I haven't had my first cup, I usually say to them that they need to calm down until I get my coffee.  That first sip is like a drug.  I feel it's warming calmness cursing through me.  I can breathe.  I feel like I can face any giant that is thrown my way.  When I don't get that cup of coffee watch out.

Last summer we went camping.  Since I am the only one who drinks coffee in our family, I decided to try instant coffee on the trip that way I wouldn't waste a lot of coffee. We were only going for a two night trip.  I could handle this.  By the way, I also decided that I would wait until we got home on Sunday to shower as well.  I could rough it for the short time.  Saturday morning I made a cup of the instant coffee and tried to stomach it.  I did my best but the stuff was awful.  It was not potable.  I spent Saturday in the camp site.  I usually read a lot while we camp.  Sunday morning I tried to make a cup of coffee.  I felt disgusting and dirty.  The coffee was undrinkable.  I was cranky and miserable.  I made sure everyone knew it too.  I was not a "beautiful" person that morning.  My husband handed me some money and a towel and said to go get coffee at the campsite's coffee shop and a shower.  I listened to him and felt so much better and more peaceful.  Everyone was safe again and the whole world was happy, or at least I was.

If you think coffee and I have had a long love affair, you would actually be wrong.  I didn't start drinking coffee until  grade 12 when I was introduced to mochas.  I would make hot chocolate and add a bit of coffee to taste.  It was yummy.  After that coffee slowly "wormed" it's way into my life.  When I started working with lawyers it became quickly apparent that I needed something.  I started drinking coffee more.  Actually it was more of a cafe au lait style coffee with two teaspoons of sugar.  I don't think I could drink it today as it would be disgusting, but back then it was all I could handle.  I drank my coffee like that for years.  In fact I had my favourite mug, it was a plastic Elmo mug.  It was so cute.  I still have that mug, the kids love to use it.  

When I started attending church I started drinking coffee even more.  Of course they didn't have cream so I had to drink it with two spoonfuls of powdered coffee creamer.  This was beginning of my regular coffee drinking life, but I could still live without it.  Ask my Evil Twin who while we were garage saling informed me that I needed to get her coffee ASAP or we couldn't continue.  When I became pregnant with Thomas I found I needed to drink a cup of coffee a day and after I had him I needed to drink at least two a day, not that I am blaming him.  I also found that I loved lattes, especially pumpkin spice ones.  

Since becoming a coffee drinker I have also learned to be weary of those who don't drink coffee.  Not that I dislike them, but some non-coffee drinkers do look down on us who need the quick shot.  I was involved in a playgroup, where the facilitator didn't drink coffee and didn't know how to make it.  I to this day don't know how she can get through the day with her son without it.  Coffee is my crutch.  My go to.  It makes me calm and relaxed.  I suppose the way I'm talking about coffee would be like someone who smokes.  I will admit that I'm probably addicted.  Luckily my addiction is legal.

When my coffee machine broke early this fall, I had to buy a new one right away.  What would I do with out my beloved coffee?  This Christmas my sister and grandmother gave me my new beloved - a Keruig.  It was the first thing unpacked once we got home.  It has made it that much easier to get coffee.  

This week I am being completely random.  I took a blog things quiz - What kind of Coffee Girl are you?  I really wanted to know.  Here's what I got.....

I agree with the analysis, but disagree with the type of coffee.  I really don't like cappuccinos, they aren't sweet enough for me and I need all the help I can get.