Quick back story to frame this properly in your minds. Most of you know I am a Diabetic. Thanks to Insulin, Meds, loads of exercise and the grace of God, my condition is basically under control. Much like anything else, I have good days and bad days and HOLY CRAP days. Friday was essentially one of the last kind of days. It was probably one of the most stressful and scary days in my life (Minus the time I was dragged behind my Granddaddy's truck for 3/4s of a mile when I was six. Long story and if you guys are really interested, I will tell it in a future post.)
I was scheduled to run out of insulin Friday, but wasn't worried because the payment on our card that we use for expenses was supposed to go through Friday morning which would have given me plenty of time to get the new Insulin Pens by dose time Friday night. Keep in mind the payment has always gone through on Fridays since we started paying it. This time the payment did not go through till Saturday morning. This left me without a dose of 60 units Thursday. By 7ish that night, my blood sugar was spiking at 400+ (Healthy average is between 80-120), I was suffering from horrendous leg cramps, was jittery as hell and was crankier than you could possibly imagine.
Now needless to say (Since I am sitting here typing this) I am still alive. My blood sugar is back down to the levels it is supposed to be and I feel fine. I did wake up with all the symptoms of a hangover and withdrawal this morning since my body has not contained that much sugar in three years, but I feel 100% now A very scary moment in a long life of scary moments (Boy could I tell you stories!) is over and every thing is Hoopla!
Which brings me to the actual point of this blog. I posted a little funny post on FB about what happened not even really thinking about it. Tonight, when I logged into FB I found responses from SIX different friends on FB telling me that I should never run out of Insulin and that if I needed them to they would loan/front/out right give me the money I needed to get doses. Now three of the offers came from long time friends (College/Professional Colleagues) who I have known for a HUGE chunk of my life. Those surprised me (Shouldn't have, but they did). The other three were literally FB friends that I had never met, never spoke to or interacted with in anyway besides FB. (For the record, they play Farmville so who says games are bad?)
It is a very wealthy man who has such friends. To say I was touched would be the understatement of both the past and present Millennium. I may never be rich in money or possessions, but today proves beyond a shadow a doubt that I am wealthy in every that counts. I won't risk embarrassing these friends by putting their names here, but I will say Thank You.
Thoughts and musings about the world and people around me. No attempts at solving the world's problems or making sense of the insanity of everyday life. Just me looking at what is happening and going, "Hmm Edit Edit "
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
If you don't vote, don't complain (2012 Edition)
As I have said in the past, the very first piece I was ever paid for was a tiny little article in the old GRIT paper entitled "If you don't vote, don't complain." It was inspired after listening to my Daddy and my Uncle Thomas talk about the current local election. Neither man liked either candidate, but Daddy said, "If you don't vote for somebody, then you don't got the right to complain about the mess." I took that message to heart even though it'd be 3 more years before I could vote. I wrote the piece, earned myself a whopping $35.00 and have done my best to vote in every election since then.
Now, while battling insomnia (with insomnia winning three falls out of five), I was listening to Internet radio and happened to tune in about half way through some half wit's rant on voting. His attitude was basically "If you don't vote for my candidate, you are the spawn of Satan" and "Even if you don't like my guy, the other guy is much worse so you should vote for my guy because not voting is a vote for the other guy."
This is an argument I have heard time and again. How not voting or voting "None of the Above" or "Independent/Libertarian" is a waste or a vote for "Insert Unliked Politician here." I guess, in a purely technical sense, this is true. If you believe the non-R/D candidate has absolutely no chance of winning, but vote for them anyway then you are taking a vote away from one or the other mainstream candidate. If you are so disgusted that you vote "None of the above," you are definitely taking away a vote. So if this is true, why do it? Why bother to vote at all if both main candidates suck and the others have no chance of winning?
The reason is simple. To be heard! The way our election system is set up, individual votes don't have a huge impact. It is only in large numbers that votes lead to Electoral College spots which lead to election wins. Still, especially with today's modern data gathering methods, the individual's vote/voice can be heard loud and clear. Example:
Now, while battling insomnia (with insomnia winning three falls out of five), I was listening to Internet radio and happened to tune in about half way through some half wit's rant on voting. His attitude was basically "If you don't vote for my candidate, you are the spawn of Satan" and "Even if you don't like my guy, the other guy is much worse so you should vote for my guy because not voting is a vote for the other guy."
This is an argument I have heard time and again. How not voting or voting "None of the Above" or "Independent/Libertarian" is a waste or a vote for "Insert Unliked Politician here." I guess, in a purely technical sense, this is true. If you believe the non-R/D candidate has absolutely no chance of winning, but vote for them anyway then you are taking a vote away from one or the other mainstream candidate. If you are so disgusted that you vote "None of the above," you are definitely taking away a vote. So if this is true, why do it? Why bother to vote at all if both main candidates suck and the others have no chance of winning?
The reason is simple. To be heard! The way our election system is set up, individual votes don't have a huge impact. It is only in large numbers that votes lead to Electoral College spots which lead to election wins. Still, especially with today's modern data gathering methods, the individual's vote/voice can be heard loud and clear. Example:
Ruler of the Universe Election 2012
Twitt Money (Reboobican Candidate): Eleventy Billion votes (5K Electoral Votes)
Beer-rack Go-Bama! (Damnocrat Candidate: 2 Gazzilion Votes (20K Electoral Votes)
Paul Runs (Liarbartarian Candidate: 1,245 Votes, 3 Electoral Votes)
(PS: Not hating on anyone or any party. You try coming up with this stuff)
Now from a purely practical POV, the people voting for Mr. Runs "wasted" their votes because it is patently obvious that the Elderly Gentleman running on the "Dinosaurs are invading" ticket had no real chance of winning the election. However, those 1,245 people stood up and let the whole country know that neither of the main stream choices were worth a crap and that they didn't deserve to be voted for. They used their votes to say, "WTF, we are going to let them do it to us again?"
Don't be afraid to vote for whomever you want to. Hell vote "None of the above" if that is an option in your state and you don't like any of the candidates. It is okay if your candidate doesn't win. We have fought too long and too hard for the right to vote to just let it sit on a shelf gathering dust. Take this gift to the polls and let your voice be heard.
"If we continue to vote for the lesser of two evils, then all we will get is more evil."
End of Rant
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Taking care of Mama Earth
First, some basic facts about my home. We have two large composters in the back yard where organic materials go. I have two worm composting buckets in my mud room where kitchen scraps, paper shreds, coffee grounds and such go. I recycle plastic, paper and aluminum even going so far as to pick up cans and bottles when I see them laying beside the road. Instead of piling up branches, logs etc to be carted off by the trash peeples, I make compost piles. So little actual trash goes into my trash can that I can easily avoid putting off taking it to the curb for weeks at a time and even then it is very rarely full. Hell, about the only thing I don't recycle is glass and that is only because there is no place nearby that takes it.
Both sides are always screaming about global warming and climate change. I won't go into my thoughts on that here, but here is a thought for both sides of the coin. Suppose Global Warming is an absolute fraud. Suppose it is really some grand plot by the Illuminati to make billions of renewable energy resources. Suppose Al Gore is really as Goofy as he looks and sounds. So what? What's wrong with making a little effort to treat Mama Earth better.
For decades we have treated our oceans and rivers like giant garbage pits where we can dump all of our refuse and poisons. We pumped toxic chemicals, mega tons of plastic and heavy metals into the ecosystem blindly thinking that we'd never have to worry about it again. Now, we have massive patches of trash floating in our oceans, choking wild life. We have at least two huge dead spots caused by toxic run off from factories and farms where no fish and no plants can live. We have sea life with toxic levels of heavy metals, mercury and lead. In short, we are turning our planet into one giant trash heap.
Environmentalists are always yelling that our industries need to clean up their acts and they are right. It is high time our factories and such stopped pumping poisons into our air and water, but the factories and such aren't the only ones who need to change. The average person on the street produces four fifths of a ton of garbage a year (Yeah maybe that doesn't sound like a lot but then multiply that by the millions of people doing it. Billions if you take that number global.) Of that, roughly 67% is recyclable in some way. Paper, plastic and aluminum can be recycled (Paper can also be composted like I do). Non-meat based kitchen waste (Veggies, fruit etc) can be composted in either compost bins (Outside) or worm composters (Inside and highly efficient). Heck even cat litter can be composted if done safely and properly.
Now I am not saying that if everyone starts recycling and composting, we will safe the world, but if everyone makes an effort we can make it a better place. Mama Earth shelters us, feeds us and keeps us alive. Maybe it is time we started giving back.
Both sides are always screaming about global warming and climate change. I won't go into my thoughts on that here, but here is a thought for both sides of the coin. Suppose Global Warming is an absolute fraud. Suppose it is really some grand plot by the Illuminati to make billions of renewable energy resources. Suppose Al Gore is really as Goofy as he looks and sounds. So what? What's wrong with making a little effort to treat Mama Earth better.
For decades we have treated our oceans and rivers like giant garbage pits where we can dump all of our refuse and poisons. We pumped toxic chemicals, mega tons of plastic and heavy metals into the ecosystem blindly thinking that we'd never have to worry about it again. Now, we have massive patches of trash floating in our oceans, choking wild life. We have at least two huge dead spots caused by toxic run off from factories and farms where no fish and no plants can live. We have sea life with toxic levels of heavy metals, mercury and lead. In short, we are turning our planet into one giant trash heap.
Environmentalists are always yelling that our industries need to clean up their acts and they are right. It is high time our factories and such stopped pumping poisons into our air and water, but the factories and such aren't the only ones who need to change. The average person on the street produces four fifths of a ton of garbage a year (Yeah maybe that doesn't sound like a lot but then multiply that by the millions of people doing it. Billions if you take that number global.) Of that, roughly 67% is recyclable in some way. Paper, plastic and aluminum can be recycled (Paper can also be composted like I do). Non-meat based kitchen waste (Veggies, fruit etc) can be composted in either compost bins (Outside) or worm composters (Inside and highly efficient). Heck even cat litter can be composted if done safely and properly.
Now I am not saying that if everyone starts recycling and composting, we will safe the world, but if everyone makes an effort we can make it a better place. Mama Earth shelters us, feeds us and keeps us alive. Maybe it is time we started giving back.
End of Rant
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Buggy Whips Part Duex
http://news.yahoo.com/war-coal-label-obscures-battlefield-realities-142035132--finance.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfL7STmWZ1c
(Let me preface this article with this statement. This is not my usual rant about cleaner energy and renewable energy resources. I am not making a comment on how this or that politician is or is not ruining some industry or saving the environment. This is simply a talk about the future.)
So I was reading my usual dozen or so news feeds this morning like I do every morning and I read this article (First link) about how a propaganda war was being fought in Coal Country. Now I make no claims to the truthfulness of the article or whether or not our CIC is actually warring on the carbonized remains of plants and dinosaurs. I make no claims on whether or not Big Coal is the Great Satan that Environmentalists make it out to be. (Though I do point out that any industry that involves blowing the tops off mountains and burying valleys and streams under the debris might be a tad harmful but that is just my humble opinion.)
The thoughts that the first article inspired reminded me of the second link which I have mentioned before. Coal is a dying industry. No one wants to admit it, but even if the EPA repeals all of its rules and regulations governing mining and burning Coal is on its last legs.
Various estimates place the total amount of usable coal at between 150 and 350 years. Now that is total coal available in the US and includes the easy to get to stuff (Which is getting scarcer and scarcer) and the really hard to get to stuff (Which is becoming the norm). It also covers the "Good" coal which is fairly clean to burn and produces energy efficiently and the "Poor" coal which can still be burned, but doesn't work so good. It doesn't include the (currently) unusable types of coal which burn to poorly to be any good.
Most people would look at 150 to 350 years and think "Ah, that's plenty of time. Why worry?" and as far as energy usage, they'd be essentially right. A century and a half is plenty of time to develop newer and better ways to generate energy, but this rant isn't about energy generation. It's about people. Unless we start working on solutions now, Big Coal is going to turn into the next Gold Bust.
The US is filled with towns ranging from small little burgs to fairly large cities that sprang up when (Insert name of valuable commodity here) was discovered. At their peak they had businesses and homes where people prospered and lived their lives. Then when the substance was gone, business moved on and the towns died. Sure, they struggled along for a while but eventually people accepted the inevitable and changed.
That is what is happening today with Big Coal towns and cities. As the easy to get coal veins are exhausted, the mines slow operations or close entirely. Despite attempts to vilify them, most coal companies attempt to move most of their employees to other mines, but this does little to help the towns that depended on the mine's operations for prosperity. This is happening more and more as time passes and it has little to do with the Government or the EPA unless Obama is secretly stealing all of the coal veins while no one is looking.
What no one likes to admit is that Coal (Along with Oil, Natural Gas etc) are FINITE resources. They won't last forever no matter how much we want them to. One day, maybe centuries in the future or maybe not, they will run out. (Well at least for the time being. Eventually in a few million or so years, Mama Earth will make more but I doubt it will do us much good.) All of the mines, power plants etc that revolve around these resources will slowly dry up. (This is where Devito's speech on Buggy Whips really comes into play. I bet the last remaining Power Plants/Mines/Wells will be the absolute bestest ever, but they will still be the LAST.)
If we just sit back and watch this happen, America will be filled with "Gold Bust" towns. Sure, we will eventually build new towns with new industries, but it will take time and money. However, if we start working on the problem now with building new infrastructures and working on new industries then we might just be able to stop the ghost towns from forming or at least ease the problems somewhat. Instead of waiting and reacting, let's act first.
Like I said in the beginning, this rant isn't about clean energy vs coal/gas etc. It is not about saving the environment vs jobs. I fully grasp (at least for the foreseeable future) that coal/gas/oil will have to play a major part in our lives. It is unavoidable no matter what Environmentalists want. I just think, just this one time, wouldn't it be wonderful if we started planning for the future before we are forced to? We tend to act after the disaster never before even when we can see it coming. Well, we can see this one coming and it is unavoidable. Do we react to it while we have time or wait until it runs us over?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfL7STmWZ1c
(Let me preface this article with this statement. This is not my usual rant about cleaner energy and renewable energy resources. I am not making a comment on how this or that politician is or is not ruining some industry or saving the environment. This is simply a talk about the future.)
So I was reading my usual dozen or so news feeds this morning like I do every morning and I read this article (First link) about how a propaganda war was being fought in Coal Country. Now I make no claims to the truthfulness of the article or whether or not our CIC is actually warring on the carbonized remains of plants and dinosaurs. I make no claims on whether or not Big Coal is the Great Satan that Environmentalists make it out to be. (Though I do point out that any industry that involves blowing the tops off mountains and burying valleys and streams under the debris might be a tad harmful but that is just my humble opinion.)
The thoughts that the first article inspired reminded me of the second link which I have mentioned before. Coal is a dying industry. No one wants to admit it, but even if the EPA repeals all of its rules and regulations governing mining and burning Coal is on its last legs.
Various estimates place the total amount of usable coal at between 150 and 350 years. Now that is total coal available in the US and includes the easy to get to stuff (Which is getting scarcer and scarcer) and the really hard to get to stuff (Which is becoming the norm). It also covers the "Good" coal which is fairly clean to burn and produces energy efficiently and the "Poor" coal which can still be burned, but doesn't work so good. It doesn't include the (currently) unusable types of coal which burn to poorly to be any good.
Most people would look at 150 to 350 years and think "Ah, that's plenty of time. Why worry?" and as far as energy usage, they'd be essentially right. A century and a half is plenty of time to develop newer and better ways to generate energy, but this rant isn't about energy generation. It's about people. Unless we start working on solutions now, Big Coal is going to turn into the next Gold Bust.
The US is filled with towns ranging from small little burgs to fairly large cities that sprang up when (Insert name of valuable commodity here) was discovered. At their peak they had businesses and homes where people prospered and lived their lives. Then when the substance was gone, business moved on and the towns died. Sure, they struggled along for a while but eventually people accepted the inevitable and changed.
That is what is happening today with Big Coal towns and cities. As the easy to get coal veins are exhausted, the mines slow operations or close entirely. Despite attempts to vilify them, most coal companies attempt to move most of their employees to other mines, but this does little to help the towns that depended on the mine's operations for prosperity. This is happening more and more as time passes and it has little to do with the Government or the EPA unless Obama is secretly stealing all of the coal veins while no one is looking.
What no one likes to admit is that Coal (Along with Oil, Natural Gas etc) are FINITE resources. They won't last forever no matter how much we want them to. One day, maybe centuries in the future or maybe not, they will run out. (Well at least for the time being. Eventually in a few million or so years, Mama Earth will make more but I doubt it will do us much good.) All of the mines, power plants etc that revolve around these resources will slowly dry up. (This is where Devito's speech on Buggy Whips really comes into play. I bet the last remaining Power Plants/Mines/Wells will be the absolute bestest ever, but they will still be the LAST.)
If we just sit back and watch this happen, America will be filled with "Gold Bust" towns. Sure, we will eventually build new towns with new industries, but it will take time and money. However, if we start working on the problem now with building new infrastructures and working on new industries then we might just be able to stop the ghost towns from forming or at least ease the problems somewhat. Instead of waiting and reacting, let's act first.
Like I said in the beginning, this rant isn't about clean energy vs coal/gas etc. It is not about saving the environment vs jobs. I fully grasp (at least for the foreseeable future) that coal/gas/oil will have to play a major part in our lives. It is unavoidable no matter what Environmentalists want. I just think, just this one time, wouldn't it be wonderful if we started planning for the future before we are forced to? We tend to act after the disaster never before even when we can see it coming. Well, we can see this one coming and it is unavoidable. Do we react to it while we have time or wait until it runs us over?
END OF RANT
Friday, October 19, 2012
A Hard Road with distant destination
It is funny the things that run through your mind at 4am when you can't sleep because your creative juices are flowing so strongly that no matter how tired you are, sleep is impossible. You ponder things that usually never make it out of the back of your mind. You wonder things that you never even realized you thought about.
So I sit here working on my latest book, listening to classic country Gospel on Pandora Radio and I come to a "stunning" conclusion. I am not a man of great faith. I know and have known people who believed in God (In all His Myriad Name't pres) with a strength and passion that would truly stun most people. My Mother and my Brother in all but blood Benjamin are only two of these amazing people. They walk through life with an absolute and unwavering faith in God.
Of course, on the flip side of that I have known people who pay lip service to their particular "faith" and put very little meaning into it. You know the type. Attend services on Sunday (Or Saturday), sing a few hymns and say a prayer or two then rush home to watch the game. About the only time they pray with any real feeling is when they buy a lottery ticket or get pulled over for speeding.
Now, I probably fall somewhere in the middle of all that. I only recently rediscovered my faith and it is still a little shaky at time. You should have heard the nasty things I had to say about God when I realized that I had contracted diabetes. Trust me, it wasn't pretty.
I believe that there is a God who is gentle and kind who watches over us every day of our lives...most days. I truly believe that there is a wonderful place of peace and love waiting for those who live the way God wants us to life...usually. Other days, when times are hard or I am afraid, I doubt. I wonder if the teachings of a simple Carpenter over two thousand years ago is truly the way life should be lived. I see people in positions of power using Faith as a weapon of hate and anger and it shakes me to my core.
It would be very easy to believe that there are no rules to life and no "right" way to live. It would be so easy to let doubts cloud my path and my heart and simply live like so many others do. My Daddy told me a long time ago, "Bobby, if doing the right thing was easy, everybody would do it" and I guess that covers faith. It is not easy and will never be easy, but it is the path that I walk. If I stumble on that path a few times, then I just have to have Faith that He will help me up again.
My Mother helped put me on the right path although God knows I have lost it more than a few times over the decades. People like Benjamin help me every day to stay on it with their devotion and steadfast support. So I guess, in the end it is okay that my Faith is not great. It is getting me to where I need to go.
So I sit here working on my latest book, listening to classic country Gospel on Pandora Radio and I come to a "stunning" conclusion. I am not a man of great faith. I know and have known people who believed in God (In all His Myriad Name't pres) with a strength and passion that would truly stun most people. My Mother and my Brother in all but blood Benjamin are only two of these amazing people. They walk through life with an absolute and unwavering faith in God.
Of course, on the flip side of that I have known people who pay lip service to their particular "faith" and put very little meaning into it. You know the type. Attend services on Sunday (Or Saturday), sing a few hymns and say a prayer or two then rush home to watch the game. About the only time they pray with any real feeling is when they buy a lottery ticket or get pulled over for speeding.
Now, I probably fall somewhere in the middle of all that. I only recently rediscovered my faith and it is still a little shaky at time. You should have heard the nasty things I had to say about God when I realized that I had contracted diabetes. Trust me, it wasn't pretty.
I believe that there is a God who is gentle and kind who watches over us every day of our lives...most days. I truly believe that there is a wonderful place of peace and love waiting for those who live the way God wants us to life...usually. Other days, when times are hard or I am afraid, I doubt. I wonder if the teachings of a simple Carpenter over two thousand years ago is truly the way life should be lived. I see people in positions of power using Faith as a weapon of hate and anger and it shakes me to my core.
It would be very easy to believe that there are no rules to life and no "right" way to live. It would be so easy to let doubts cloud my path and my heart and simply live like so many others do. My Daddy told me a long time ago, "Bobby, if doing the right thing was easy, everybody would do it" and I guess that covers faith. It is not easy and will never be easy, but it is the path that I walk. If I stumble on that path a few times, then I just have to have Faith that He will help me up again.
My Mother helped put me on the right path although God knows I have lost it more than a few times over the decades. People like Benjamin help me every day to stay on it with their devotion and steadfast support. So I guess, in the end it is okay that my Faith is not great. It is getting me to where I need to go.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Doomed to Hell...Purgatory...Ah Heck!
My wife is a sadistic woman with a twisted sense of humor that delights in torturing poor unfortunate me cruelly. This is a realization that I have just recently made after 12 years of marriage and I wish to share my woe with all of you. (Yeah you three, you know who you are! Stop doing that and listen to me whinge!)
As anyone who knows me (and well who has even read just the name of my Blog) understands, I LOVE COFFEE! I have since I was a kid and Daddy would let me drink the "Been through the coffee pot five times" coffee that he made. (Needless to say I didn't sleep a lot when I was young and I made ADHD kids look like Slowpoke Rodriquez.) Never stopped loving it and never will till they pry the coffee cup from my cold dead hands.
I am proud to say that I have not one, not two, but 4 different types of coffee makers plus a Iced Tea Maker. I caffeinate the way other people breath. I am a true blue Caffiend and damned proud of it. I drink a pot of coffee when I get up in the morning and keep a pot brewed most of the day. I drink Decaff at night and make home made Lattes, Frappes and any other kind of -es that you can imagine all the time.
How does this all fit into the vicious fiend that is my wife, you ask? Well, I am glad you asked! (Mainly because if you hadn't there'd be little point to continuing this blog would there?) Simple, my wife has purchased me the Brand New Keurig Vue. You know the one? The Single Brew coffee maker with all the bells and whistles like programmable cup size, programmable beverage strength and a bazillion different types of coffee to choose from. Hell, it even makes your bed for you. (Okay maybe not but that is about all it doesn't do for you.)
How does this gift make my wife evil, cruel and mean? (See above () for followup) Simple, the boxed coffee maker sits in plain view (Vue) on the floor in our living room where I can see it every single time I go to the kitchen. It has its identity proudly stamped on the side. The Caffeine Machine of my dreams is right there in front of me...AND SHE WON'T LET ME USE IT!
Now you see her evilness for what it is right? The sheer sadism of forcing me to look at the unattainable 7 days a week is mind boggling. And even more cruel, she says I have to wait till CHRISTMAS! That's like forever and a day.
Now I suppose you can say that I should be grateful for her generosity for buying it for me in the first place and you would be correct. I have an amazing Christmas morning to look forward to. I just have to survive the cruel and unusual torture until then. I ask you, what is a Caffiend to do?
As anyone who knows me (and well who has even read just the name of my Blog) understands, I LOVE COFFEE! I have since I was a kid and Daddy would let me drink the "Been through the coffee pot five times" coffee that he made. (Needless to say I didn't sleep a lot when I was young and I made ADHD kids look like Slowpoke Rodriquez.) Never stopped loving it and never will till they pry the coffee cup from my cold dead hands.
I am proud to say that I have not one, not two, but 4 different types of coffee makers plus a Iced Tea Maker. I caffeinate the way other people breath. I am a true blue Caffiend and damned proud of it. I drink a pot of coffee when I get up in the morning and keep a pot brewed most of the day. I drink Decaff at night and make home made Lattes, Frappes and any other kind of -es that you can imagine all the time.
How does this all fit into the vicious fiend that is my wife, you ask? Well, I am glad you asked! (Mainly because if you hadn't there'd be little point to continuing this blog would there?) Simple, my wife has purchased me the Brand New Keurig Vue. You know the one? The Single Brew coffee maker with all the bells and whistles like programmable cup size, programmable beverage strength and a bazillion different types of coffee to choose from. Hell, it even makes your bed for you. (Okay maybe not but that is about all it doesn't do for you.)
How does this gift make my wife evil, cruel and mean? (See above () for followup) Simple, the boxed coffee maker sits in plain view (Vue) on the floor in our living room where I can see it every single time I go to the kitchen. It has its identity proudly stamped on the side. The Caffeine Machine of my dreams is right there in front of me...AND SHE WON'T LET ME USE IT!
Now you see her evilness for what it is right? The sheer sadism of forcing me to look at the unattainable 7 days a week is mind boggling. And even more cruel, she says I have to wait till CHRISTMAS! That's like forever and a day.
Now I suppose you can say that I should be grateful for her generosity for buying it for me in the first place and you would be correct. I have an amazing Christmas morning to look forward to. I just have to survive the cruel and unusual torture until then. I ask you, what is a Caffiend to do?
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