I was never big on coffee. I would have an occasional cup if I was out but it wasn't something I drank at home. Having a cup of coffee was never worth (and still isn't) dirtying (is that a word?) my coffee maker and having to clean it out. Lazy I know. But my desire for coffee wasn't "strong" enough for it to be worth it.
We now have a Keurig at work ( I checked the machine to make sure I spelled it right and got a cup while I was at it). Anyway, this machine is like the Holy Grail of coffee makers. The coffee is fresher and it's quick. It doesn't take 5 hours to make a pot of coffee. Every morning (before Mr. Keurig) I would go and make a pot of coffee. it took about 10 minutes to brew. By the time I got up and went back it was gone. I would make a new pot. This grew old. Now, I can make my own cup and move on. Problem is that I now drink about 4-5 cups of coffee. Me + coffee= hyper. When I first started drinking it , I was talking about 500 words per minute. Which is more than my usual 300 words per minute. I talk fast to begin with. This was becoming a problem because whenever I said something after my 3rd cup, everyone would say "what?". Then I get annoyed because I have to repeat everything I just said and attempt to speak slower.
My body is adjusting to my coffee consumption. I am maintaining a consistent talk speed and it's not going to get slower than it is so I have decided that people will just have to pay close attention when I speak.
I still don't drink coffee at home but I would be lost without it during the week.
** a little trivia I heard on the radio the other day.... Which chain that sells coffee has the most loyal customers ( those who will not stray and purchase from any other chain?? Guess the answer! ( p.s some of my facebook friends already know this answer so don't give it away :)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Here comes Peter Cottontail... or not
So I am thinking this is the last year that the Easter bunny will be 'real'. It's funny how kids can think that the Easter Bunny is suddenly ridiculous. " Like a rabbit is really going to hop to everyone's house and bring candy". But that innocence is still there. They want to believe it and will question, if in fact, it is really ridiculous or not. Of course it is ridiculous but we want to hold onto that ridiculousness for as long as possible. Once the Easter Bunny is not real (and Santa and the tooth fairy) it's all over. Next they are too big for hugs, embarrassed to be seen with their parents (or aunt in this case), driving, going to college , marrying and having kids of their own who now believe in all of these things.
I am not ready for this ( I am sure some parents out there disagree and are more than ready to stop pretending) . Someone make it stop! I want them young forever. I like them this way.
I am not ready for this ( I am sure some parents out there disagree and are more than ready to stop pretending) . Someone make it stop! I want them young forever. I like them this way.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Opinions??
I had many readers on my "Life is Good" story. I am considering another story. Any thoughts on a subject? Please comment here on the blog as it is easier to track.
Thanks!
Thanks!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Life is like riding a bike........
Several years ago my sister got sick. After months of testing, it was determined that she was having a bout with MS. She went through hell over a period of time with pain, medications, shots etc. It took a long time ,but she got well and knock on wood she stays that way. I have several friends as well who suffer from MS. Just recently, a friend of mine had a biopsy done on her brain because they found what appeared to be a tumor. Her vision is blurred and she shakes. She is in a lot of pain and my heart goes out to her. After many hospitals visits and a biopsy, they diagnosed her with MS. I have several stories like this.
A few years ago, my sister told me that she signed up for the MS City to Shore 150 Bike Ride. It goes from Patco Woodcrest in Cherry Hill to Ocean City, NJ. The ride is 75 miles long. You have the option to ride back the following day. She signed up for this alone. I joined with her. I believe in the cause and I couldn't let her do it alone. After I registered, I bought a bike. I hadn't been on a bike in many years. I rode a mile and was exhausted. I continued to train and before you know it I was going 30 miles. The first year we rode was so rewarding. Crossing that finish line after riding all day was exhilarating. Having a crowd of people ( including out family) cheering us on was immeasurable .
The next year we grew from a team of 2 to a team of 18. We had jerseys made, became The Cyclones and raised an impressive amount of money for the cause. The third year we did the same. Each year is more rewardinf and humbling than the last.
The ride is in September and this will be my fourth year riding. The amount of money raised and used to support MS is simply awesome. There is no cure but there IS us. We try hard to do what we can to provide those with MS the medicine and help they need to get through each and every day. We ride for a cure. What we do is nothing compared to what they go through. As we ride, we see many, many people with MS on the side of the road, clapping and holding up signs thanking us for helping them. Many of them would give their last dollar to simply be able to ride a bike. I have a great appreciation of how many people with MS live each day to the fullest. They are positive. They give me balance.
If you can find it in your heart (and wallet ) to help me help them, you would be creating a world of change.
* link is to the top right of my page.
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving". Albert Einstein
A few years ago, my sister told me that she signed up for the MS City to Shore 150 Bike Ride. It goes from Patco Woodcrest in Cherry Hill to Ocean City, NJ. The ride is 75 miles long. You have the option to ride back the following day. She signed up for this alone. I joined with her. I believe in the cause and I couldn't let her do it alone. After I registered, I bought a bike. I hadn't been on a bike in many years. I rode a mile and was exhausted. I continued to train and before you know it I was going 30 miles. The first year we rode was so rewarding. Crossing that finish line after riding all day was exhilarating. Having a crowd of people ( including out family) cheering us on was immeasurable .
The next year we grew from a team of 2 to a team of 18. We had jerseys made, became The Cyclones and raised an impressive amount of money for the cause. The third year we did the same. Each year is more rewardinf and humbling than the last.
The ride is in September and this will be my fourth year riding. The amount of money raised and used to support MS is simply awesome. There is no cure but there IS us. We try hard to do what we can to provide those with MS the medicine and help they need to get through each and every day. We ride for a cure. What we do is nothing compared to what they go through. As we ride, we see many, many people with MS on the side of the road, clapping and holding up signs thanking us for helping them. Many of them would give their last dollar to simply be able to ride a bike. I have a great appreciation of how many people with MS live each day to the fullest. They are positive. They give me balance.
If you can find it in your heart (and wallet ) to help me help them, you would be creating a world of change.
* link is to the top right of my page.
"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving". Albert Einstein
Monday, April 18, 2011
When it rains, it pours!
I went to bed at about 9:30 p.m Saturday night. Well, I laid down about that time. Obviously it was an exciting night for me to go to bed so early. I do get up early for work and had no plans, so to bed I went. Before I went to bed, I threw the load of wash I had just done ( which really livened up the already exciting night) into the dryer.
I laid down , turned on the T.V and fell asleep pretty quickly. It was raining heavily and thundering and it kept waking me up. At about 11:45, my sister (she lives with me along with my nephew who I call Schmushy who was at his dad's for the weekend) came home from work and came in my room to tell me that the house was smoking** and the basement seemed to be flooding. I got up and the house was all smoky. Apparently, the heavy rain caused a quick flooding because the basement was dry when I was down there two hours previously. The dryer ( which is on bricks) must have gotten wet and it was hot so it starting smoking. Perfect. The water down there wasn't that bad, I checked to make sure the sump pump was working and the dryer was off and I went back to bed.
** side note. last week, I was at work and my sister called because the carbon monoxide detector on the main floor was going off. I told her it may just be the battery but to go outside and call the fire dept. Per the fire dept. after 5 years they usually start to malfunction. I disconnected it. It hadn't been replaced it yet. Of course, once I don't have a detector, I have a potential fire hazard. Yesterday, I put a new one up. Lesson learned.
I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of a sump pump really trying to do it's job. I got up and opened the basement door. The sump pump is fired because it failed miserably. There was water everywhere. Many inches of it. I went down and picked up all the clothes on the floor ( the basement is unfinished and we tend to throw our clothes down there and just do the wash). And so it began.
I should ( but do not ) have a wet vac. My sister called a friend who was on his way out the door but left it out for us to pick up. We went and got it. After 4 trips of filling it, getting it up the basement steps and out the door ( which resulted in my sister scraping her hand, getting her toe caught in the step which resulted in an instant bruise, the lid coming off as we lifted the wet vac up the steps and smacking her right in the face, which resulted in a pee your pants laugh by me for about five minutes), my mom texted me that she could bring over her pool pump. Brilliant!!! She is a rocket scientist!! She brought it over and we connected the hose to it and out the basement window. It was draining, but slowly. I have no patience for 'slowly' but it was better than using the wet vac. My mom left and my sister went to work. My mom came back a little later and I asked if I could put the pool pump right in the sump pump hole. This was dumb. Of course you can put a pool pump in a pool of water - that's what it is for you idiot. She didn't say that but that's what I thought after I asked the question. So I did, after that it was smooth sailing.. (no pun intended since I had an ocean in my basement). I then proceeded to do all of the wash so everything didn't get ruined. Some things met their untimely death, but the rest was saved.
So bottom line is my day sucked. Happy Monday!
I laid down , turned on the T.V and fell asleep pretty quickly. It was raining heavily and thundering and it kept waking me up. At about 11:45, my sister (she lives with me along with my nephew who I call Schmushy who was at his dad's for the weekend) came home from work and came in my room to tell me that the house was smoking** and the basement seemed to be flooding. I got up and the house was all smoky. Apparently, the heavy rain caused a quick flooding because the basement was dry when I was down there two hours previously. The dryer ( which is on bricks) must have gotten wet and it was hot so it starting smoking. Perfect. The water down there wasn't that bad, I checked to make sure the sump pump was working and the dryer was off and I went back to bed.
** side note. last week, I was at work and my sister called because the carbon monoxide detector on the main floor was going off. I told her it may just be the battery but to go outside and call the fire dept. Per the fire dept. after 5 years they usually start to malfunction. I disconnected it. It hadn't been replaced it yet. Of course, once I don't have a detector, I have a potential fire hazard. Yesterday, I put a new one up. Lesson learned.
I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of a sump pump really trying to do it's job. I got up and opened the basement door. The sump pump is fired because it failed miserably. There was water everywhere. Many inches of it. I went down and picked up all the clothes on the floor ( the basement is unfinished and we tend to throw our clothes down there and just do the wash). And so it began.
I should ( but do not ) have a wet vac. My sister called a friend who was on his way out the door but left it out for us to pick up. We went and got it. After 4 trips of filling it, getting it up the basement steps and out the door ( which resulted in my sister scraping her hand, getting her toe caught in the step which resulted in an instant bruise, the lid coming off as we lifted the wet vac up the steps and smacking her right in the face, which resulted in a pee your pants laugh by me for about five minutes), my mom texted me that she could bring over her pool pump. Brilliant!!! She is a rocket scientist!! She brought it over and we connected the hose to it and out the basement window. It was draining, but slowly. I have no patience for 'slowly' but it was better than using the wet vac. My mom left and my sister went to work. My mom came back a little later and I asked if I could put the pool pump right in the sump pump hole. This was dumb. Of course you can put a pool pump in a pool of water - that's what it is for you idiot. She didn't say that but that's what I thought after I asked the question. So I did, after that it was smooth sailing.. (no pun intended since I had an ocean in my basement). I then proceeded to do all of the wash so everything didn't get ruined. Some things met their untimely death, but the rest was saved.
So bottom line is my day sucked. Happy Monday!
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