DDP Goes with Everything

If you know me, you know that I have a drinking problem.  If you just pictured the guy from "Airplane" throwing a glass of water in his own face, stick with me.  You're my kind of . . . whatever you are.

I'm addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper.  No, I don't mind the artificial sweetener, in fact, at this point in my life, I think it keeps my blood properly thinned.  I prefer DDP on the rocks, and please don't sully it with any wedges of lemon or twists of lime.  I'll drink it from a can or a bottle or a glass or, in a perfect world, in a mason jar, so the top closes in a bit on the glass and fewer bubbles escape.  In a pinch, I'll drink it warm and/or flat.  If I must, I'll drink Diet Coke or Coke Zero, and if I'm in the desert and nothing else is available, okay, Diet Pepsi.  I used to drink DDP all hours of day or night and wonder why I had insomnia.  Now I quit by four o'clock if I'm getting up the next morning.  In the evenings I'm usually dehydrated.  Old age is not for the faint of heart.

I've been thinking about blogging since the seventies, when our only options were those puke green steno pads and those little pale "blue books" that seemed omnipresent to me, perhaps because I grew up  on college campuses.  The technology having improved to my liking, here we are.

Everyone who knows me admits, when pressed, that I talk too much.  Most wouldn't say it's a fault, but perhaps a "feature."  I'm hoping by purging some of my thoughts into blogging, I'll become more tolerable to my friends, if I have any remaining, and especially to my husband, who is quick to remind me I'm rambling by rolling his eyes or playing with his smart phone or falling into a deep and snoring sleep.

About the blog's title, I recall Julia Child, when asked what wine goes with a particular dish, replied incredulously, "whatever kind you like."  I'm not really concerned if I've attributed the quote properly or even quoted it properly.  I like it this way.  I have to say, my preference is to drink Diet Dr. Pepper with everything.  On some occasions I will certainly try to blend in with my surroundings politely and have a cocktail or a glass of wine or a glass of port with dinner.  Now and again, ice water is fine.  But if you ask me privately, I would rather be having a Diet Dr. Pepper, poured gently on the rocks.  It goes with everything.

Today, one of my colleagues said I should start a blog, and this time, I'm listening.