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Coffee Crazed!





Coffee Crazed!

There are many people in this world that are coffee fanatics.  I, Brandy Michelle O’Banion, am one of those crazed ‘I need joe’ people!  It all started with that coffee bean smell in the morning air.  It was enticing and invigorating.  It captured me and wouldn’t let me go.  It had a hold on me, like a bridle on a chestnut mare.  So, I decided to take a sip from my dad’s mug one sunshine morn.  He drank his coffee straight black.  The taste slid down my throat.  I thought, “How do you drink this blackened liquid?”  Little did I know, I would get roped, like a spotted calf! 

Coffee grows on you day by day.  1 cup, 2 cups, 3 cups, 4!  As I get older, the more I enjoy and need this sly drink.  It crept in and now coaches my adult life.  Pour, add creamer, drink, and repeat!  I look forward to the sleepy dawns, just to grab a coffee cup and pour ‘hello beautiful’!  It’s time to get this party started!  That’s pitiful, isn’t it?  Well, I’m a blonde that is addicted to blonde coffee, preferably with hazelnut or Italian crème creamer.  Studies even show that coffee is good for you.  So, bam, there!  I wouldn’t really care anyways.  I will always show up at the Starbucks window, waiting on the treasured deliciousness.  Nothing will stop me.  I will always get a frozen coffee on a freezing day.  I will wait in line for 30 minutes for a $5 latte with whip cream.  Yes, you’re thinking, “That’s expensive!”  Well, don’t people buy houses and cars every day?  $5 will not break me.  Not having my daily java, will.  Sound crazy, well, I’m crazed! I’m fine with my healthy addiction.  Thank you, very much.  You may go now.           

What would we do without our caffeinated energy spark?  As for me, I have no idea.  It’s a pick-me-up, a “Hold on! I got this!” phenomenon.  It makes cloudy minds clear as a sea blue day.  Going through problems?  Did your car get a flat tire?  Drink coffee!  It won’t fix your tire, but it will fix your attitude about the nuisance.  Slipped and fell?  Did you break your leg?  As soon as you savor that creamy demitasse, the cast that covers your whole leg, will disappear.  Ok, maybe that’s going too far, but you get the ‘café’ picture, eh?  See? Coffee brings out the Canadian in me.  You can be anything just by drinking magic mocha.  Enough of that silliness.  Here’s my next point… 

I can remember working and as soon as I hit those doors, I raced to the kitchen.  Coffee, coffee, where are you!  While running, I thought, “Please, don’t be all gone.”  Of course, I could always make another pot, but I needed my A.M. buddy now!  The delicate drowsy detox would splash in my cup, lighting up my eyes.  Ok, I’m ready, set, and go!  Bring on the rough customers!  You feel like you can face anything; lions, tigers, and bears! Oh, my!  A little too much?  Well, I don’t think so.  Coffee is my best, charming friend, till the end…the end of the day that is. 

Yes, I have an addiction to this espresso sugariness.  But, there are many people like me, who search for black gold every day.  They hit the gas stations, markets, and drive-throughs every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  I follow right along with the caffeine club.  There’s no stopping us!  It brings me joy to sip, swish, ah!  I’m a Starbucks or brew in a pot kind of girl.  There’s my secret…I’m coffee crazed, always!            

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