I came up with Coffee Yogurt one night in December several years ago. I didn't know what the blogsphere was all about, exactly. I was looking for some virtual connection with fellow psychologists. What I came across was a bevy of witty, creative, humorous and real people bloggers. So, I did what any sane 40-something shrink on winter vacation would do: Take up residence.
Before you could say psychoanalysis I had clicked on the Create a Profile button. Presto-chango I had to come up with a moniker for myself. Hmmm. I gave it
some about 15 seconds worth of thought. What was something I love and couldn't live without? I spied the empty cup of coffee yogurt on my coffee table.
Lurrve Dannon's coffee yogurt since I sold it at the local dairy convenience store - my first part time job. The unwritten, unspoken rule was - if it was sold on the shelf it could be consumed on premises.
Dannon is the yogurt I love but have all but stopped buying because two of my teens seem to love it more than me, even, and those cute little white plastic cups I purchas on sale only pretty much disappear by the next afternoon. Fear not the empty nest; welcome the Dannon-stocked refrigerator shelves.
And in case you don't mind a further trip down the sentimental path, I miss Dannon's waxy cardboard cups. Not to mention the bigger serving of yogurt they contained. But mostly I miss the pleated lids that you had to lift and unfold in accordion fashion, to reveal the tabbed, round, colorful cardboard discs. Anyone else miss those?
Anyhow, I never really meant to be known 'round the cyber world as a semi-solid sour-ish bacteria fermented food stuff but I was too
Not a very deep or insightful reason for the change. But then, we cognitive behavioral shrinks are not known for our profound insights. We're known for figuring out the problem and fixing it. Fast.
Well, maybe not so fast, but it's done.
When a Shrink Gets On The Couch is the name of my blog. Shrink on the Couch will be my stamp of visitation.
For the time being.