Posts Tagged "tea"

Since When Are Coffee Mugs Dangerous? (Since Now)

Dear Kid,

More than once, I have commented on the permanency and dangers of the internet (seriously – not erasable – no do-overs!).

More than once, I have commented on the joys and importance of coffee (seriously – pre-coffee conversation is risky at best).

Never before however have I felt the need to expose the steamy underside of the coffee world. (Get it? Steamy?)

The coffee cup world to be more precise.

Last night, I went to a meetup. It was the fabulous Cincinnati blogger meetup (yes, I’m a Geek). We gather about once a month to marvel over the joys of bloggership and learn fantastic geeky new tricks that mostly we never use.

Susan, our Hostess with the Mostest, provides snacks and beverages (adult and otherwise). Yay, Susan!

The phrase “Hostess with the Mostest” is originally from the show Call Me Madam and may (or may not) refer to Perle Mesta.

“Might there still be coffee in that carafe?” I asked, pointing.

“Possibly,” she said making a face, “but I doubt it’s still hot. You can microwave it.” And then, “the mugs are in the cabinet over your head…no, to the right…there you go. Just grab one.”

So I did and filled said mug.

The coffee was (surprisingly) warm and I drank it (unsurprisingly) happily.

Meet the harmless coffee cup. DearKidLoveMom.com

After a minute, Susan looked over and started to giggle.

I was pretty sure I hadn’t (yet) spilled coffee on myself so I looked up questioningly.

“Um, I hate to tell you,” she said, “but there’s something on the bottom of your cup.”

“Huh?” I asked insightfully thinking to myself ‘I’m pretty sure I haven’t put the mug down in the cake frosting (yet).’

I lifted the mug to look.

Did I say Harmless? Not from this angle... DearKidLoveMom.com

Uh-huh.

I’m having a moment.

Love, Mom

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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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11 Ways to Tell You Haven’t Had Enough Coffee

Dear Kid,

It is possible that some days you’ve had enough coffee. Today, I’m not there yet. I’ll get there, because I’m determined. I’m just that sort of mom.

In the meantime, here are 11 Ways to Tell You Haven’t Had Enough Coffee. (I’ve provided pictures in case you haven’t had enough coffee either.)

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you can kill people just by looking at them.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you can kill people just by looking at them. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when breathing requires all your concentration.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when breathing requires all your concentration. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when deciding which King to move in Solitaire is too daunting a decision.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when deciding which King to move in Solitaire is too daunting a decision. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when curling up with the puppy and going back to sleep is the only option.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when curling up with the puppy and going back to sleep is the only option. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when numbers look like little people dancing.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when numbers look like little people dancing. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when your eyelids weigh 50 lbs. Each.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when your eyelids weigh 50 lbs. Each. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when getting up seems so difficult you spend 5 minutes willing the coffee pot to deliver your next cup.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when getting up seems so difficult you spend 5 willing the coffee pot to deliver your next cup. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you ignore your cup and start drinking out of the pot.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you ignore your cup and start drinking out of the pot. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when someone says, “You look like you need a cup of coffee. Can I get one for you? My treat.”

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when someone says, “You look like you need a cup of coffee. Can I get one for you? My treat.” DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you can convince people not to argue with you with one word: coffee.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you can convince people not to argue with you with one word: coffee. DearKidLoveMom.com

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you’re a college student and it’s finals week.

You know you haven’t had enough coffee when you’re a college student and it’s finals week. DearKidLoveMom.com

I’d write more, but my coffee is ready. Thank heavens.

Love, Mom

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More Mom Thoughts about coffee.

What Time Is It? (Clocks and Other Coffee Considerations)

Spilled Coffee That’s Worth Crying Over

Study Shows Coffee Evaporates Faster Than Other Liquid

Blue Ref Jerseys, Know It Alls, and Coffee

There Is No Coffee in TEAm and Other Caffeinated News

National Coffee Day, Caffeinated Squirrel, and 7 Facts About Coffee

The Best Time for Donuts

Parsley, Sage, and Findlay Market

College Breakfast and Better Breakfast Month

The Universe Handed Me a Gift (Didn’t See This One Coming, Did You?)

Do You Have EE? How to Tell and 5 Ways to Treat It

Considering Housewarming Gifts

Seven Kinds of Cups (Bet You Don’t Know Them)

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Too Early in the Season to Be This Cold | Tea is the Answer

Dear Kid,

It’s winter.

I know this because the temperature inside our house is negative 6 zillion.

It’s not nearly that cold outside, but somehow our house has the ability to exaggerate temperature. I have no idea where it learned how to exaggerate, since no one who lives here would ever, ever consider even the slightest overstatement.

Think our thermometer can’t register that low? You’re probably right. Perhaps it’s only 4 zillion below zero. Once you get to a certain point, cold is just cold.

I am writing this from underneath 4 blankets and a dog, and I’m drinking a cup of tea. (“Not coffee?” No, it’s a tea sort of night.) The tea is nice and warm. The dog is nice and warm, but not really large enough to share a great deal of warmth. On the plus side, he’s snoring, which is adorable and warms my heart.

Back to tea.

Tea for two, and two for tea. Irving Ceasar. DearKidLoveMom.comYou’ve heard the phrase “I wouldn’t do that for all the tea in China”? Apparently it’s a phrase that is no longer in general usage, but that will not (of course) stop me from asking My Friend the Internet to explain exactly how much “all the tea in China” actually is.

According to Wired, China produces 855,190 metric tons of tea leaf annually. If you’re more concerned about the value rather than the tonnage, Wired figures that is about $1,590,653,400. So basically more than you’re ever going to make in year. Ever. (I have no idea when Wired calculated that, but even if prices have gone down it’s still more than you’ll earn in a year.)

One might not do something for all the tea in China, and right now I’m pretty sure I couldn’t get warm with all the tea in China.

I have no idea how I’m going to survive when actual cold weather gets here.

In the meantime, I’m going to find mittens. And start a small fire right here in my blanket-fort.

Love, Mom

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Grocery Store Protocol (Do You Know About This?)

Dear Kid,

I went grocery shopping last night. Kroger’s policy is that once you hit the checkout line, they want to help you give them your money and get out of the store quickly (before you can reconsider whether you need 2 more boxes of coffee K-cups or that box of chocolate chip cookies). Speed at that point is good.

How come coffee never looks like this in my house? DearKidLoveMom.comWho am I to argue with such a noble cause? I was wearing 4 inch heels, so I was ready to go home.

So I put the groceries on the conveyer (yes, I also really needed two kinds of new treats for the puppy), handed over my frequent shopper card, and ran my credit card through the little machine. All speedily to keep up with the program.

While I ran the cards and chatted with the cashier (making sure she didn’t charge me for two boxes of the new kind of tea I decided to try instead of the one I wanted [she didn’t, but you never know]), the bag boy bagged the groceries.

“No, no” the environmentalist within me woke up from her nap to notice the bagging. I’d only brought in one reusable bag (my inner environmentalist has got to get better at putting bags in the car) and the groceries (yes, I really did need two packets of lamb to make stew for Dad and Pi) didn’t fit in the one bag even after I put the tp directly in my cart. The bagger had finished plastic bag number 1 and moved on to plastic bag number 2. “No, no, just put as much as you can in the first bag.” Inner Environmentalist didn’t think the bagger limit of two items per bag was quite right.

Zip, zip, the cashier handed me my receipts and coupons (for things I will never buy) and off I went.

It wasn’t until I got to the car that I realized that the bagger had carefully triple bagged the groceries for me.

The best laid plans.

Love, Mom

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