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Bulletproof Coffee | What I Learned

Dear Kid,

Not everything on the internet is true.

(Shocking, I know. Take a minute to compose yourself if you need to.)

Sometimes there is even conflicting information on the internet. (I’ll wait while you get a cool cloth and lie down for a few moments.)

That about sums it up, doesn't it? What I learned about Bulletproof coffee. DearKidLoveMom.Let’s take a random example that I just learned about: Bulletproof coffee.

Last week I met a woman who drinks Bulletproof coffee. Well, technically, I’d met her before last week, but it was last week that I found out she drinks Bulletproof coffee. Well, technically, I learned that she drinks coffee with Irish butter made with milk from grass-fed cows. Which I now know is called Bulletproof coffee.

So last week I heard about this for the first time. And a few nights ago I learned that it’s called Bulletproof coffee. And a chiropractor told me that adding butter or coconut oil to coffee is excellent for feeding one’s brain.

I like the idea of brain food. I like the idea of black coffee. I like the idea of investigating things by consulting My Friend the Internet.

It turns out the idea of Bulletproof coffee was invented introduced named by a dude who has done an exceptional job of marketing a recipe. Whether Bulletproof coffee provides incredible brain boosts, stems hunger, and creates unicorns that poop rainbows is still up for debate.

But since I live for science (stop laughing) I decided to do some experimentation to see what I could learn. (Seriously, stop laughing. When “experimentation” = “drink coffee” I’m all in.)

I did not purchase the ridiculous expensive upgraded coffee that the Bulletproof coffee website promotes because A) expensive and B) I didn’t have time to wait for it to ship. So I used my happy K-Cup in my happy coffee maker. Which I’m sure completely invalidates the science of it, but there you go. I’m a mom, not a scientist, so what do I care? I also did not purchase the medium-chain oil (please don’t ask me what that is exactly because I didn’t research that far), nor did I whip the whole thing together in the blender, because First Thing In The Morning. Perhaps I made faux bulletproof coffee. Bullet-resistant coffee?

Day 1 I made coffee and put coconut oil into it. It tasted like coffee. With a very vague hint of coconut but not really.

A few hours later it occurred to me that I should probably not be conducting experiments that involve analyzing the first cup of coffee of the day because I’m barely awake at that point.

Day 2 I made coffee and put Irish butter into it. Tasty, not at all unpleasant, but the butter took my lipstick off. Not the end of the world, but not a beauty booster.

The butter coffee was my second cup of coffee of the day, so I was awake enough to actually taste it.

My conclusion (because experiments, if I recall correctly) are supposed to have conclusions): Bulletproof coffee tastes fine, possibly even better than fine. I did not experience the euphoria the website promised, nor was I free from all hunger and cravings for the next many hours. (Minutes, yes. Hours, no.)

Would I again try bulletproof coffee? Sure. If I can figure out how to do it without calories. And figure out the whole unicorn thing.

Love, Mom

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It’s MONDAY!!!! (Yes, I Really Did Need 4 Exclamation Points)

Dear Kid,

On today's to-do list: Monday. Get 'er done. DearKidLoveMom.comOnce again, Monday has rolled around. Which means it’s time to dive into our normal Monday routines.

So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership. ― Julio Alexi Genao

The problem with today is that it follows a day from which an hour was unceremoniously removed. (Maybe there was a ceremony. If there was, I wasn’t invited.)

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will be all day hunting for it. ~Richard Whately

Which means that in addition to the standard Monday-ness of the day, I’m extra tired because (of course) I removed one of the hours normally reserved for sleeping rather than one of the hours normally reserved for being awake and eating meals.

I’d like mornings better if they started later. ~Author Unknown

Perhaps you were clever enough to get to sleep early last night in order to be ready for the beginning of the week. I was not. Between snuggling the Puppy, listening to Pi practice different accents (NOT something to add to her skill list), and the aforementioned eating, somehow I was up later than I’d planned to be. Watching NCIS reruns was not really optional.

If each day is a gift, I’d like to know where to return Mondays.

Here’s hoping you have a most wonderful today.

Love, Mom

P.S. Happy Pi Day! (No, I didn’t forget. Read about it here and here. And here.)

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Happy 11th! (What You Don’t Know About the Number 11)

Dear Kid,

Happy 11th! (What You Don't Know About the Number 11)Happy 11th!

The number 11 is very cool (not necessarily cooler than other numbers, but we’re not talking about other numbers today).

There are all sorts of interesting things about then number 11 that I don’t really understand (including that the number 11 “carries a vibrational frequency of balance.” Say what?) so I’m not going to talk about them. If you want more, you can consult My Friend the Internet your-own-self.

One of the fun facts (excuse me, “easy to understand fun facts”) is that multiplying 11s lets you build Number Eleven Pyramids.

Number Eleven Pyramids
11 x 11 = 121
111 x 111 = 12321
1111 x 1111 = 1234321
Feel free to keep going—it works.

Do you know about elevenses? It’s what you eat around 11am if you happen to be in the UK. If you happen to be in the US, you still eat it but it’s called a coffee break.

The number 11 is important in sports. In football, field hockey, cricket (who knew?), and soccer, there are 11 players on each team. Not in rugby, but they make up for it by having a ball that’s 11 inches long.

There are all kinds of funky tricks for figuring out if a number is divisible by 11. For example, if you add up the odd digits and then add the even digits and take the difference, if the resulting number is a multiple of 11 (including 0), then the original number is divisible by 11. And I repeat, say what? Easier (but perhaps not as interesting) to grab a calculator

Most importantly, the 11th is today. Hope you can find 11 great things about your day.

Love, Mom

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What a Difference a Year Makes & First World Problems

Dear Kid,

What a difference a year makes.

Last year (as you may recall) I went to Las Vegas for a conference and got stuck due to charmingly lovely weather. Read about it here and here and here and here if you’ve forgotten all the hysterical details.

This year I went to the same conference (version 2016) in Orlando and travel was uneventful. Which (imho) is exactly how it should be. Thank you Mickey for the excellent weather across the nation.

Meanwhile, the crazy weather has the spring flowers thoroughly confused. DearKidLoveMom.com

The flowers that bloom in the spring Tra La!

Meanwhile, crazy weather here in southwest Ohio. One minute it’s warmish, the next minute it’s coldish. One minute people are singing “the cold never bothered me anyway,” and the next they’re searching for shorts and a T-shirt. One minute the frozen vortex of winter is freezing peoples’ vocal chords (causing weird versions of “Let It Go” to leak out of scarf-wrapped heads), and the next minute tulips are waking up.

The hotel we stayed in in Florida was very nice except for their soft drink policy. It is a Pepsi hotel.

You know I believe that Diet Coke is one of the most important food groups on the planet (right up there with the Chocolate food group and the Coffee food group). This hotel had not gotten the memo. They served diet Pepsi. (Fortunately, the bartender was kind enough to squeeze about a hundred limes into mine so I could drink it.) They were savvy enough to offer coffee and Diet Dr. Pepper so the world did not have to come to a crashing halt.

On the other hand, if this is the worst challenge I face this month, I’ve got a pretty good life.

Stay warm. Or cool. Or whatever the weather by you dictates I should be saying at this exact moment.

Love, Mom

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Why It’s Not Possible to Get from Here to There | And a Meetup

Dear Kid,

I love my phone. Even with the huge spider-web of cracks, it’s purple and it lets me text and make calls.

But that’s not what I wanted to tell you about.

What is caffeine and why are you talking so fast? DearKidLoveMom.comLast night I went to a Meetup (yep, I’m cool and I went to a meetup) at Ahalogy (yep, I’m hip and I was at Ahalogy) where I met Susan (WHAT a generous soul—you can find her at www.workingmomsagainstguilt.com) and Amy (who was the cheerleader for some new ideas for me which will probably keep me awake for the next three nights—you can find her at www.ahealthylifeforme.com/) and a bunch of other people (you’re going to have to pile on the mom-love to get mentioned) and where I drank too much caffeine (if I didn’t care so much about punctuation this entire blog would be one sentence because that’s how it is in my head).

I did not eat an entire pizza while I was there (I had one slice) and I did not eat a cookie while I was there (“a cookie” means an entire cookie and these things were big enough to feed a small nation so I had a part of a cookie). I did get to show someone photos of the giant quarter. And I got to learn a lot about social media, blogging, and how to do things that will embarrass you greatly. But again, that’s not today’s topic.

The point (and yes, my dearest, there is a point) is that Ahalogy’s offices are located in a part of town I don’t frequent. Actually, it would be more accurate to say it’s a part of town I don’t ever.

The cracks have nothing to do with why I can't get directions on my phone. DearKidLoveMom.comSince I had no idea where I was going, I looked up directions before heading out. I am on top of things.

Only I forgot to write down directions to get home.

And for reasons that escape me entirely, I haven’t figured out how to get my phone to give me directions.

You—I know—have no problem with this. You say, “Phone, I need directions to XYZ” and it gives you clear and concise directions. Dad says, “Phone, I need directions to ABC” and poof! there are directions to ABC.

I say, “Phone, pretty please, might you take a small bit of your data and show me the way home?” and my phone laughs. Generally it guffaws. Last night it giggled so hard it fell off the seat, landing in my purse where it glowed contentedly the entire way home.

Fortunately, I have an excellent sense of direction so the 23 minute trip only took an hour and a half.

Did I mention my phone is purple?

Love, Mom

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