Showing posts with label Confession is Good for the Soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confession is Good for the Soul. Show all posts

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Orange Soda

I can almost guarantee that once I confess what I'm about to confess, I will lose friends left and right. Those who know me well know there's nothing I love more than a really cold, icy Dr. Pepper. Decanted is best, but I'll stoop to drinking it out of a plastic bottle or can, if need be. But that's not what I have to confess.

What I have to confess is this: Of late, I have taken to drinking orange soda. Orange Crush, to be precise. In a pinch, Fanta Orange.

I know!! Gross, right?! What am I? Five?!

Seriously, folks, it's becoming a problem. So much so that this evening I was craving one so badly, Bee and I walked to the grocery store to buy Orange Crush.

That's bad. And the worst part of all this, I've sworn off Dr. Pepper in the last month or so. I haven't had a Dr. Pepper in the house since late April. (I did, however, consume a can the other night while at my parents for birthday dinner. Otherwise, I've been cold turkey on the stuff.)

I know why I've purged the Pepper, but I have absolutely no clue why I'm all over orange soda like a hoard of kindergarteners on pinata candy. I'm at a complete and total loss to explain it.

Well, that's not entirely true. I do know how and where it started and I'll tell you why: because Dr. Pepper in the fountain dispensers at 7-11, Five Guys & Fries, and just about every other serve-yourself retail location is abysmal.

It started at Five Guys & Fries a month or so ago. I stopped in for a quick bite in the middle of running a bunch of errands. As I stood in front of the soda dispenser, I thought, "I can't bear the thought of another inconsistent Dr. Pepper. They're either too soda-y or too syrupy. They're never just right and I'm in no mood to be disappointed today." That left me with several unfavorable options in beverages. I finally narrowed it down to either water or orange soda. As I already had a bottle of water in my car, I figured, what the heck. And I chose the orange. And I haven't looked back.

What I discovered is that, beer aside (and I have no personal experience with that. I'm going purely on anecdotal evidence from friends), nothing goes better with a greasy burger and fries like the sticky sweetness of orange soda. And now, that's all I get when I go to Five Guys or when we stopped the other day at Wawa on our way home from Richmond or wherever.

I'm not sure what to make of all this. I don't even know how long this craving will last. I hope it will fizzle (no pun intended) and go flat (pun intended) quickly. I dropped Dr. Pepper cold turkey because I don't need the calories and caffeine. Lord knows, the same is true with the Crush.

In the meantime, pray for me. I'm off to suck face with a 12 oz. long neck in orange.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

I Confess: I'm a Little OCD

I think I mentioned previously that last week, I engaged in spring cleaning in a ginormous way.

My proudest organizing achievement was the linen closet in the upstairs hallway. (Click on images to enlarge.)

Here are the before pictures:


Here are the after pictures:


Four words:
Container Store Plastic Shoeboxes.
Love 'em.
LOVE.THEM.
Love them so much, if they were sentient, I'd marry them.

And here's a picture of the clutter-free countertops in my kitchen (meaning, drink mixes, teas, extraneous stuff has been put away) and my spic-and-span fridge. It positively glows!



Happy House!