The sad reality, is I am coffee lazy.

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I just realized I am incredibly lazy.

This is a real lightbulb moment.  Self-awareness can be painful, yet it is an important step in growth.

I woke up this morning, reaching for a k-cup for my Keurig and I discovered the coffee drawer that holds REAL powerful triple x bold high test k-cups of awesomeness was empty. All I had left was decaf and Vanilla French Roast. In my world neither of those count as coffee. I gave the vanilla french a try once, but quite frankly I hate flavored coffee. To flavour coffee in the manner to which I prefer, it must be after the coffee is made. I really do not enjoy the beans being altered. The taste of coffee in it’s purest form is delicious. To add milk is divine. To add Vanilla flavour then becomes an exquisite addition.

So now I had a problem of epic proportions. How am I going to fill my giant Mary Poppin’s Mug?

In my pantry are no less than 3 pounds of coffee beans. I have Verona French Roast, Organic Fair Trade Artisan Nicaragua French Roast and Fair Trade Certified Italian Roast. Of the three, I prefer Verona. The coffee I enjoy most is in your face screaming I am Coffee . It is a well documented fact I prefer Starbucks Coffee to grocery store “coffee”. In my opinion those brands are acid in my mouth. I do not enjoy the acidic nature of those blends.

keurig coffee filter
keurig coffee filter (Photo credit: mondays child)

Now, I have no K-cups for my Keurig, but I do have a My K-Cup. It is a little basket that makes a cup of coffee using the freshly ground coffee I have in my pantry. This is how lazy I am:

  1. I actually thought twice about making coffee or DRIVING to Starbucks to have someone make one for me.
  2. I made coffee using My K-Cup yesterday and now the basket must be cleaned before I continue on to a fresh cup this morning.
  3. I need to pull out the coffee grinder, but that is ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF MY PANTRY!
  4. I need to grind the perfect amount of coffee or grind an entire bag and commit to using it every day. It’s messy and a process
  5. Once I grind the coffee I have to use My K-Cup daily and that means it must be cleaned everyday. EVERYDAY PEOPLE! I am on vacation!

The up side is, my Keurig makes a damn fine cup of coffee. Add steamed milk and its a party of divine in my cup.  Now I am sure there is an inventor out there who can assist me.

This is what I want. I want disposable filters for my Keurig. It would be less waste than an actual k-cup. It is bad enough that I need to take the housing apart to use a My K-Cup. Amazon sells an Ekobrew for $16.99. This filter doesn’t need me to disassemble the housing before brewing. I like that, but I still need to clean out wet and soggy coffee grounds.

I did google “paper filters for keurig” and I was led to this page.   Now I was a little bit excited for a moment until I watched the how-to video. It would require me to be an origami specialist. If i am too lazy to clean out My K-Cup, you can me damn sure i am too lazy to fold a filter before grinding and making a cup of coffee. Time is money people!! What gets me is, you need to purchase 50 reusable cups to hold the filter and then special lids. Really? Why can’t I just use my K-cup Basket? Because of coffee explosion. Seriously? Then there is a mess to clean up too? AND the possibility of grounds in my coffee. I am not camping – I have no desire to strain cowboy coffee through my teeth every morning. When did the perfect cup of coffee become so complicated?

Obviously the solution for me is to go to the store, BUY several boxes of K-Cups and be vigilant about restocking. OR as I often tell other princess’ who complain about things “Suck it up Buttercup” and get it out of your head that your time is too important to make yourself a cup of coffee with all the tools you have at your disposal and use up your 3lbs of coffee that is delicious and fabulous.

FINE I will, but crimany crickets it will be painful, or as I like to call it “Personal Growth”.

 

 

The Superhero of My Awake

I stayed up too late last night. I won’t bore you with the details, but I was finishing When God Was a Rabbit. I loved that book and needed to finish it. So 1:30 rolls around and I realize my alarm is going to go off 5 hours and 15 minutes, so I reluctantly shut it down with 1 1/2 chapters to go. I finished it over breakfast.

I walked around in a Zombie like state this morning. Autopilot has become a friend to me. Coping not living, trying to get everything done in my life and trying to do it well. I stumbled to my coffee maker and turned it on. It’s a Keurig and I love it. One cup of perfect coffee coming right up. I heat up 1cup of milk ( to satisfy my dietician I drink my milk in my coffee, milk on its own is nasty) then place my kickass Mary Poppins Mug on my coffee maker. I load my machine with some fabulous K-Cup, today was Newman’s Own Bold…Daaaayammmm its a good cup of coffee! The sound the coffee makes as it trickles into my cup makes my spine tingle. The first sip was a hallelujah moment.

This gave me an idea.

I am going to write a theme song for my first cup of coffee. Not some lameass high kick number you see for Viagra commercials, but something that feels powerful, strong and confident. Something like a Superhero theme song. Catchy, yet makes you want to take on the world. My coffee deserves a theme song.

If my coffee could talk he would be Italian, strong, confident and full-bodied. One taste and I would be singing his praises. I can picture him now…he is starting to look like Danny Ocean…with a cape.

I do love a man with a cape, or webs or a big hammer. Hell, I like a man to hand me a cup of joe and say good morning with silence.

The perfect morning = silence + coffee

Maybe I need a perfect morning to start with ENOUGH SLEEP the night before + silence + coffee. That sounds perfect, I can provide the cape.

 

The Asian Hut or in English : The Russian Tea House

Today was the day it was decided to visit the Russian Tea House. It is a “restaurant” on Jasper Ave, downtown Edmonton. You eat lunch and have your tea leaves read by one of the psychics that work there.

Driving downtown Chatterbox says. “Where is the Asian Hut?”

Me: Huh?

ChatterBox: You know that place we are going to have our fortunes read.

Me: You mean the Russian Tea House?

ChatterBox: Same thing

Me: …………………………..

We arrived and were seated. We ordered food that was Meh, while we waited to to be escorted to the back where a psychic was waiting for us to tell us our future and steal take $200 from us. While I can’t speak to the rest of the family, I can talk about MY fortune…or lack there of.

I had ordered tea for reading and drank it up. I carried it carefully back to Nicky or Julie or Bobby…(I can’t remember her name). I REAAALLY wanted my tea leaves read since Harry Potter has his done by Ron and it was forecast that he would die. I loved that! I liked the idea so much I had placed in on my 50 in 50 list!

We ordered food that no one really liked and waited. When it was my turn, I carefully carried my tea leaf laden cup to a table in the back. Psychic Nicky set it aside and asked what kind of reading I would like. Hmmm, I never had a Crystal Ball reading before, so I chose that one! She washed it of to free it from energies of others then placed it in my hands. It was HEAVY and made my hands sweat. She glanced into it and looked shocked. I said give it to me straight, the good, the bad and the ugly.

Your life is in chaos. Really? NO KIDDING! There is someone you work with who is ( insert what she said) Yes yes that is true. You are working towards something to advance your career. Yes. Your marks aren’t as good as you want them to be. I laughed. This is true. In spite of the honors I am achieving, I want honors with distinction. I was told to apply my self more and I would have that. ( hmmmm I guess that means no more writing a paper on the day it’s due!) There are secrets you keep because you feel alone and abandoned WOW yes this is true. I don’t tell people what I am thinking very often because I don’t suspect they will be interested or understand. In 2 years my new career will take off. I will have a choice of which road to take, but it looks like paper work will be the path I choose (YIPPEEE KI YAY!) You will go on two major holidays this year, one City by a major ocean that feels like the Atlantic (Hello New York!) and one feels like a cruise. (YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!) There was a bunch of talk about my kids and really great stuff regarding them, and some sad stuff too.

The the Crystal Ball was removed from my hands. It was time for the tea leaves to be read. I was asked to turn the cup over in the saucer and spin it 3 times.

And….then she dropped THIS little nugget…

You had a medium sized dog who was very special to you. He has passed over and is around you a lot. This opens the door for you to get a small dog, that becomes a medium size dog (so a puppy?) within the next 2 to 5 months. (insert bewilderment and cute squeaky baby talk voice….A PUPPY!!!!)

I’M GETTING A PUPPY! So does this mean I should go out and get one in 2-5 months…or do I wait for the Crystal ball and Tea leaves to send one over? How does this future stuff work?

 

But It’s Fun to Play With!

Diet Coke and Mentos geyser.
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Ahhhhhhh….. I just cracked open my can of Diet Coke. It sends an instant muscle tension release through my shoulders. I know a guy who keeps saying to me, “that stuff will kill ya!” Really? You think so? But the copious amounts of rum and cigarettes that YOU consume are perfectly fine?

I know I am addicted. It’s not the caffeine I am addicted too. I get enough coffee in my day to take care of THAT addiction. I think it is the aspartame. I know it, I tried to kick the habit. Who are we kidding I half-heartily tried to kick the habit. I know it’s bad for my teeth, REALLY bad for my skin and who knows what it is doing to my insides. But after a very long day in the trenches, preceded by very little sleep, due to lots of reading for class, I am pretty sure I am not caring.

I am not one of those people who is always worrying about healthy food or plenty of exercise. When people say “research shows…” I <insert hand gesture here>, roll my eyes and move on. Every week something new is bad for me. I live in Edmonton. The air I breathe is great most days, but the refineries contribute carcinogens to my daily intake. I figured I am doomed because of the refineries anyways, but my Great Grandma lived to the ripe old age of 98. She lived only blocks away from the refineries.

I won’t eat processed food. Sausages, lunch meat, square cheese wrapped in plastic, Cheese that is spelled with a Z are all off my list. I eat fresh fruit and vegetables. I love Dairy, so butter is my spread of choice. To me Fresh is Best. In the olden days I use to can my own food, make my own jams and bake my own bread. I am better now, therapy helped out a lot. I still prefer it, but time is a huge factor.

I think I need to move more and eat less, but what I eat isn’t a huge issue. I don’t have high cholesterol, and my blood pressure is fine. I don’t smoke and have a drink less then occasionally. Sure I talk big, I pretend to want scotch and a cigar, but never indulge. Chocolate and Coffee are a normal part of everyday life for MOST people, so I am not even going to worry about that. So that leaves me with one serious vice, Diet Coke.

Yes I like the taste. Yes it makes me feel good and yes it is fun to play with.

So whats wrong with that?