Friday, May 9

Friday Confessions

Ok, so we've covered a few things on previous Fridays.

You know about the imaginary affair I'm having.

If we meet, and I weighed 250 pounds (which honestly, would not be flattering on my 5' 2" frame!), you'd know why.

Maybe we could watch bad TV together sometime? Or listen to some music that might make your ears bleed?

I have a secret life.

And of course, I was a very, very, very bad big sister. (Back when I was still bigger than my brothers, both of whom are now well over 9 feet tall. At least it seems that way to me.)

Remember how we talked about not telling my husband about these things? Well, to be totally honest, he knows. He's about as far from stupid as you can get, so yes, he knows. But I'm serious about this one: YOU CAN'T TELL HIM!!!!! It's a real secret, one that he can never, ever know. He'd be mad at me for weeks. And take my trouble-causing precious children and leave me. This is serious, people!!!!!!

I think anyone who knows me, knows how I feel about coffee. I love it. I would die for coffee. Me and coffee, we're like thisclose. Brea + coffee = BFFE. Seriously.

I've had some issues before with the drink of the gods, though. Each time I get pregnant, it ain't planned, so I don't have time to slowly wean myself off the crack juice smack good stuff caffeine. I get horrible headaches.

(One time, my mom called me and seriously thought that she had brain cancer, or a benign tumor at the very least, because her head was hurting her so bad. She was in tears. I was wearing a green shirt. I don't know why I remember that, but I do. Sorry. Anyway, she was so miserable that she was about to call someone to drive her to the doctor. I asked her if she had had any coffee that morning, and she said no. I told her to make a really strong pot, have two or three cups, and call me back in like an hour. I totally felt like a doctor. Her headache went away!! She was having caffeine withdrawals! And I totally established, yet again, how brilliant I am.)

(Mom, I'm sorry I shared that. But it was too good to pass up. Please still come and visit me next Thursday. I'll have some of your favorite coffee creamer.)

Ok, I digress. Sorry. Anyway, David is over a year and a half, I want seventeen more babies another baby, and apparently, we can never plan these things. So if I do end up pregnant, I don't want to go through those headaches, on top of the morning sickness, yet again. So I've started making the switch over to a lower-caffeine coffee.

For the love of all that is good and right and pretty in this temporary world, DON'T TELL MY HUSBAND. He really doesn't know. I started about three months ago, by adding one-half spoon of decaf to the six spoons of regular coffee.

Ever few weeks, I would add one-half scoop more decaf, and one-half scoop less regular. At this point, we're drinking half-caf coffee. I can live with that.

Ok, I know this might now seem like that big of a deal. But it is, trust me!!! You don't believe me? Well, here's what John looks like when he wakes up in the morning and the coffee isn't finished brewing. Sam snapped this about a week ago with the old digital we've been letting him play with.


I'm not kidding. He is not a pleasant person to be around before he has his coffee. Well, I find him rather pleasant, actually. The kids don't have any issues with his, either. I guess he's just an acquired taste ... or something.

Here he is after he has that first cup. For real. I just took this picture yesterday morning!

Mmmm ... isn't he just dreamy? Doesn't he look nice in his work clothes?

You know, I so rarely post pictures of John and me together. It's just that one of us is usually taking the pictures, so we never seem to be in the same shot. But a friend of ours did manage to get this great, totally candid picture of the two of us chatting a few weeks ago.

Am I having a great hair day or what!?!?

I know, I know. Again, I digress. Sorry.

Coffee. Yeah. I changed our coffee without my caffeine-loving husband having a clue. His energy level hasn't changed one bit. He seems to have more, actually (which I attribute to the fact that he's been drinking this fabulous juice each morning!). But, if I told him, he'd start telling me how tired he's been lately, and how he's had no energy, , and been totally sluggish at work, and if I asked him how long he's been feeling that way, he'd stop, look at me suspiciously, and ask me when I started jacking with the coffee. I'm just saying.

So maybe we'll just keep this between the two of us, mmm-kay?

And yes, those are my real eyelashes. God has been very good to me. For real.

8 comments:

Amy # said...

Wow! ya'll look great Brea! LOL!

Tinymama's Mama said...

I'll be bringing my own coffee next Thursday when I come to visit. :)

jesnicole said...

LOL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS WAS HILARIOUS. AND I COMMEND YOU ON THE COFFEE. I TRIED THE HALF-CAFF FOR A WHILE---I JUST COULDN'T WAKE UP. I FOUND MYSELF DRINKING TWICE THE AMOUNT....SO THERE REALLY WASN'T ANY POINT TO STAY ON THE HALF-CAFF. I LOVE MY COFFEE. TWO CUPS IN THE MORN, AND ONE WHEN MOST PEOPLE HAVE "TEATIME". :) HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL. YOU LOOK LIKE A MOVIESTAR! :)

Krista said...

are you still jackin' around with the mans coffee? For shame.
He probably drinks Coke at work.
Just so you know.

Brea said...

Yes, Krista, I am. :) Shhhhh!

And he hates all soft drinks, more than he hates the work coffee, so he still has no idea. Ooooh, I am simply evil, and I love it!

~Brea

Elaine A. said...

Guess he doesn't read your blog, huh?

I got off the caffeine before I got pregnant with both of mine and now I am back on and loving life once again! ; )

Danielle said...

I love your blog!!!

Too cute!

texasholly said...

OMG. You guys are soooo hot. And a bit familiar. I have the same problem with the one of us always taking a picture. Be careful, my husband would probably MURDER me if caffeine was involved. Ya, it is that serious.

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