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Coffee Girls: Confession #12

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My grandmother passed away a few days ago. She was 82. Such a sweet, mellow, dear old lady. She didn’t live close by, but family would go visit every few months. When she allowed it. We always had to give her advance notice… boy did she insist on having advance notice. Even though she sometimes seemed a little off, she was always interested in everything we did.

What I remember most about her is how much she loved pizza. And dancing. And scented candles. She would have scented candles all over the house. And large fans in the windows. I never could understand why she had such an affinity for window fans… until she passed. She was using them to clear the air. Seems sweet Nana was growing marijuana in the vegetable garden. Growing, harvesting and smoking it. I guess, that explains a lot of things. Way to go Nana! I’m both shocked and kind of proud.

Coffee Girls: Confession #8

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I think coffee is so cool. I drink it hot, but I think it’s cool. You know what I mean? I didn’t like it at all the first time I tried it. I was like, this is terrible! I think I was twelve. However, I’m fourteen now and my taste buds are more mature. Most of my friends drink their coffee cold, you know, “iced”. That’s ’cause they like to carry it around and be seen with it. At least that’s what I think. I don’t drink it every day. My mom won’t let me. She goes on and on about too much caffeine in my body. Like I’m gonna pee too much or something. I don’t know. Sometimes she’s so weird. I tell her it helps me concentrate on my homework. Actually, it helps me concentrate on my favorite YouTube channels.

The Coffee Girls: Confession #2

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I’m not a morning person. Never have been. My days don’t start with me rolling out of bed with a smile on my face. I want to take my sweet time getting up. However, I have a job and it doesn’t let me work from home. I know there are hundreds, thousands, of others who have to start their day a lot earlier than I do, but still… it’s rough, and at this hour, I’m not too sympathetic to other people caught in this routine.

The alarm goes off for the third time and I drag myself into the kitchen with my eyes still closed. Thank goodness for a coffeemaker that lets me program it before I go to bed at night so it’s hot and ready when I get to it. What a luxury. I sit at the table and inhale the aroma as I try to get my eyes to open and my brain to start up, but it’s hard. It’s really hard. I’m truly in a dream-like state. I want to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, but it never happens that way. I always hope the coffee will help. Maybe I’m just immune to caffeine. I’ve never experienced a caffeine rush and I actually envy people who claim to get one.

The Coffee Girls: Confession #1

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I wasn’t always hooked on coffee. It wasn’t until later in life that I discovered the thrill of a hit of hot caffeine to get the brain juices going. For most of my life, I was more of a soft caffeine kind of gal. You know, a Dr. Pepper or a root beer poured over the rocks or straight up from the can. I’m not sure what got me started on the hot stuff, I’m thinking it was most likely the need to fit in, to be one of the cool kids… ok, the cool adults. To be able to smile and be part of the coffee bar group.

I never thought coffee would affect me much. I didn’t feel like it was making me act any different. I was wrong. It’s a sneaky little charmer. It sucks you in. A morning coffee hit becomes two hits. Once a day becomes two or three times a day. You’d think that after so many years, I’d develop a tolerance. Nope. I crave it. I need it. It’s my bean of choice.

I think I hide my coffee addiction well, but to be honest, I’m totally wired most of the time.