Inexplicable Obsessions

I am finding more and more that there are certain things to which I am inexplicably drawn. I go through phases of discovery that sometimes become part of my daily habits (some good, some bad), and sometimes entertain me for only a short time.

Just last week I rediscovered tea. I've never really liked tea, but always feel like I should. Tea reminds me a lot of pumpkin pie. I really just don't like anything about pumpkin pie, texture, flavor, crust, the fact that a vegetable is mushed into a pie. The only good thing about pumpkin pie is the Cool Whip that goes on top. Tea on the other hand is supposedly pretty healthy for me, and I am a big fan of unsweetened iced tea, with extra lemon. Hot tea, eh, I can take it or leave it, flavored or plain, herbal or regular. Every now and again, I buy a box of tea bags, and usually end up throwing away the unopened box 6 months later.

My recent rediscovery of tea led me to a few new things. It's really amazing, tea has been around pretty much forever, yet there is a constant blending and re-blending of flavors and herbs and whatever else goes into tea. I decided to try some new herbal teas because, well, they sounded pretty healthy. One is a detox tea that tastes a little bit like day-old-hammered-dogshit, but because it's supposed to detoxify, I will probably drink it anyway...oh, and it cost $4.00 a box. In the same family is another tea I decided to try that is a fasting tea that tastes a little bit like 2-day-old-hammered-dogshit but I will drink that also because it too costs $4.00 a box. Just as I was beginning to think that perhaps I should just stick with the hard reality that I probably just don't like tea, I discovered that I like plain old black regular tea, but only if it comes in a pyramid shaped bag. Yes, the tea is the same, but it tastes so much better when it is steeped in a neat shaped bag.

Inexplicably, this particular pyramid shaped tea bag has made me want a teeny tiny tea set. I don't want a big tea pot, and those are to be found everywhere, I want a little teapot, like in the song. These types of tea pots are not as easy to come by. Thus far in the last week I have been to Target, Kohl's, Linen & Things, Bed, Bath, Beyond, and Kmart looking for this teeny tiny teapot. It is a sense of unrest, almost a haunting, and it is definitely becoming a very small obsession to capture the elusive teeny tiny teapot.

Boar's Head Unsmoked Provolone Cheese...enough said.

Garbage Drinking. I have noticed that over the past few weeks my drinking habits have changed and not for the better. A few days ago PDogg and I went out in early celebration of her birthday, and because we hadn't hung out in a long time. We began the evening with dinner and a bottle of wine. After dinner we had a Mexican beer, an American beer, and a European beer. The beers were followed by Vodka drinks. Here is where I should have stopped, or at least just stuck with the vodka drinks, but I was inexplicably drawn to an extra dirty martini. I have never had one of these in my life and yet, I had to have one that night. The extra dirty martini was followed by water drinks and a dirt nap.

Last night the D-Team and I went out for the first time in weeks. (I call him The D-Team because he drives a van like The A-Team did, only his van is not nearly as cool as the A-Team's van, it's more of a molester-style van, but he's not a molester and he's a pretty cool guy so that if he had a black van instead of a white van he would probably be cool enough to be on the A-Team, but he doesn't so he remains on the D list. And his name starts with D. The D-Team is my usual drinking partner, but due to kid duties, he has been unable to go out). Usually he is a Bud Light & Rumplemintz guy, and I am a Miller Lite & Crown Royal girl (although he's gotten me hooked on the 100proof peppermint)...on occasion we'll mix it up and he'll drink 7&7 and I'll do a vodka drink. Last night it was Miller Lite, Crown Royal, Rumplemintz, Bud Light, Rumplemintz, Miller Lite, Jagerbomb, Vodka drink, 7&7 etc. etc. followed by water drinks. I can't seem to stick to just one or two forms of alcohol though I know that I should because, although it hasn't happened yet, this garbage drinking shit makes me want to vacate my stomach every time.

Every Wednesday this summer I have had an inexplicable craving for lobster, not lobster saute, not lobster salad, not baked stuffed lobster, but regular old boiled lobster. I don't want lobster any other day of the week, just Wednesday...and I don't want to have to cook it either.

I've been wearing flip flops for the past at least 2 years and anymore the very thought of putting on a pair of shoes makes my feet cringe. Other than my sneakers I can count on one hand the number of times I've put closed shoes on my feet in the last 2 years. Last Christmas my mother bought me a pair of slippers from Lands End or LL Bean or some place that became my fur-lined-winter-flip flops. Other than those I only wear Reefs. I know that eventually I will have to ween myself back into wearing shoes, but I just can't bring myself to do it yet.