35 posts tagged “coffee”

Do any of you know of any good detox diets?

Whether it's a day or a week I don't care.  I haven't decided on anything aside from the fact that it can't involve cabbage.  (BLECH.)

My concern is that I've developed a pretty substantial coffee habit and I fear I don't have the will power to go wtihout caffeine for more than half a day or so. 

Any info would be appreciated! 
Thanks!

• Dishes.  Yesterday was the first time in weeks that the kitchen was clean.  There are a few dishes to do then the kitchen will be clean again!  It's like Christmas.
• Finish and Hang the poster boards for the Token system.  Yesterday I got the final one written out now I just need to go over it in marker and presto! it's done.
• Call PCC.  Actually that's already done.  Found out some  things I needed to know and now I know them and because I know them I need to...
• Print out another Transcript request form from Plymouth and another application from PCC.
• Drink coffee.  Even though I used the rest of the half n' half in the (lumpy) mashed potatoes last night.
• Mail stuff.  ie. Transcript Request form and Application.
• Call Sister repeatedly until she answers to wish  her a HAPPY FREAKIN' 35th BIRTHDAY!!
• Feed the kid at some point.
• Shower at some point.
• Possibly go to Target to get stuff for a New Baby Basket for the neighbors.  (It was the boyfriends idea... well kind of.  I'd thought of it too but never thought to mention it to him because he doesn't do that sort of thing, anyway, I was impressed.)
  
• Enjoy the day!!  It's not even 70 degrees out.  I love warm weather but lately it's been pretty fucking hot so this is definitely a nice change.
  

Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday.  (Those are rare for me.)

The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up.  He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.)  The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain.  We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work.  Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.

That's when the really Christmas joy began. 
No, I'm totally lying. 
I didn't really do much of anything exciting. 
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time") 

Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...

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Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)

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Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek.  (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-)  Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things.  Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium.  Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white)  from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements.  The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium.  I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after,  all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case.  So, the Terrorist enlightened me.  Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower

That was pretty much the gist of my day. 
Oh yeah...

I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner.  (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.)  It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."

I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect.  It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments.  Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.

Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend.  I don't have to work at all this weekend.  Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on.  Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.

Now, I need to go make the kid lunch.  Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.

Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...

11 days until my birthday!!

:-)

This is a momentous occasion.

The first blog entry on a new computer.
I feel like I should be sipping champagne instead of chugging coffee.  Though I don't think the champagne would help alleviate my caffeine withdrawal headache.

Anyway.  I should be playing and exploring my new computer and all of the awesome things it can do but before I do that I feel as though I should take a few minutes to declare to the world what an awesome boyfriend I have and show some pictures.

UPS got here at about 340p or so.  The T has been working on getting Philotes (my new computer) up and running in one facet or another from that point to about 30 minutes ago (10p).  The man has persistence!!  Everything is working and though I haven't gotten around to using it, apparently it has all the voodoo magic installed in it to play encrypted DvD's and what not.  (I run Linux on my computer so it needs special love to run that sort of stuff.)  Now he's giving Bacchus a face lift and a dust off and deciding whether or not he's good enough be a Christmas gift to Little T or if he's too old and withered in which case he'll be a "your computer sucks, here's one that sucks a little bit less" gift.  It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I'm having a bit of separation anxiety.  I get a bit sentimental at times and this would totally be one of those times.  While the T was cleaning him off, it took me about 20 minutes or so before I could just walk away and come into the bedroom to test out my new one.  Granted, part of the reason I stayed out there was because I have a forearm fetish and the T has some MAJORLY sexy forearms... especially when gripping pliers to turn screws and using screwdrivers and other things of that sort that would be done while cleaning out and disassembling a computer... mmmm... oops I'm getting sidetracked.  Anyway, he (Bacchus) is being passed on to a good kid who will hopefully get as much use out of him as I did. 

Now, it's time for a few pictures...

My Sexy Motherboard

This is the motherboard to the new computer.  Fresh out of the packaging just prior to it being installed.  (And part of the T's forearm, though you totally can't see it's sexiness in this photo.)

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This is Philotes.  Along with the new cordless mouse I aquired from the T because my old mouse wasn't usb and there wasn't a plugin for a non-usb mouse.  That shiny thing to the right of the computer, that's where my old hard drive is living until I can get everything I want/need transfered over to the new one.  Convienent, huh?

Ewww Gross!

This is the blanket of dust/dirt/hair/godonlyknowswhatelse that called my computer home.  That thing was so fucking dirty I'm amazed it worked as well as it did.  The T use to volunteer at Free Geek where he would see a lot of gnarly, gross computers.  Mine was the yuckiest he's ever seen!!  That makes me oddly proud. 

Bacchus

The guts.  After it had been cleaned a little bit.  The outside wall on the left part of the photo, the part with all the pictures.  That's where the blanket of dust was pulled from.

Now I should go shower and take a nap because I'm working all day tomorrow at the restaurant.  But I kind of want to play more.  :-)

is eating ice cream for breakfast!

The other stuff pales in comparison. 

Today, I'm munching on an Espresso Mocha Shake I brought home from work.  Coffee AND Ice Cream TOGETHER!!  Yes.  It is heavenly

Though it was just a little bit ('cause I ate the majority of it last night) now I want more.  Oh well, I'll survive.  I am freakin hungry thought and there is NOTHING to eat here. 

Time to be productive and go deposit my check and maybe get a non-frozen coffee treat and stop a Freddie's and get some bread.  (Peanut Butter and Jelly isn't as good without the bread part... in case you're wondering.)

No where in the Todo List did it say ANYTHING about sleeping until 1130a.

I have a bunch of errands to do today and when I got up at 8.30a, talked briefly to the Terrorist before he left for work I grabbed my phone so I could set the alarm and get up 30 mins later.  Well, apparently I fell asleep before I could set it.  Then when the Terrorist called to ask me to pick him up some smokes that wasn't enough for me to realize that I need to WAKE THE FUCK UP and SET THE FUCKING ALARM.  Nope.  So instead I slept until 1130a. 

Don't get me wrong though... I feel GREAT.  Wonderfully refreshed

Not only do I feel great but I'm also jamming out to Britney which I haven't done since my Zen drowned.  I got the whole Blackout album in, like, 5 minutes.  I feel bad because I work with the new gut at work tonight and we're gonna be listening to the album... a few times.  That is, if I can handle it... I get a little embarrassed when listening to Britney at work.

Now I have to go throw some clothes on and attack the ToDo list.  But maybe I'll make some coffee first, nah, we don't have any half & half.  I need to drink more water anyway. 

The T's Bank, my bank, then back home I think and everything else can be done at home.  Oh!  I need to, need to, need to look up Lasagna recipes.  Little T and I are making lasagna Thursday night.

Thats all, kids.  Have a good day!

I attempted this last night but I kept falling asleep so I'm going to do it again today.

Loves:

-Lazy Cuddly mornings in bed.
-The perfect cuppa coffee.
-Being Productive

Loathes:

- The fact that my body hurts from sexing but I didn't DO anything.  Actually I don't really mind it that much, it's like a 
  little reminder of the events that took place last night.
- Being in debt.
- My severe lack of motivation today (most days).

I never figured out a budget.  That's bad.  I need one.  I will do it though.  I just have to get the motivation to actually look at that shit.  It's time to grow the fuck up and face the fact that I'm an adult and I have bills to pay and whatnot.  I did, however, pound out a letter to my dad and ideally after I finish this post I'm going to go "face the day" which will include making sure it's in the mail (before the post dude gets here.)

The people who live on the far end of my building (The By-The-Way's) have a baby .  He's about 8 months old or so, cute fucking kid.  Supper adorable.  Anyway, Mrs. By-The-Way is a stay at home mom.  She seems like a nice enough lady but whenever I see her she looks completely haggard!  I feel kind of bad for her.  I never want to experience that.  Granted I know nothing of the specifics of her situation.  She could have chronic fatigue syndrome... there could be a billion reasons why she looks so wrecked all the time but I think it's probably that she's stuck in the house all day with the kid.  Don't get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with stay at home parents, if that's what you wanna do, cool.  I just don't think I could do it. 

I'm such a noise neighbor.  Mrs. & Baby By The Way just left (which is what prompted the last paragraph) they just got home.  Must have gone to Freddy's.  Now they're sitting in the car so I can't tell if they went to Freddy's or not. 

Fuck, I need a hobby.

Okay time to go be productive.

The boys are gone.

Little T took the bus for the first time today & Big T left to catch the max about a half an hour ago.
I woke up this morning with a monster headache.  Which isn't really surprising because I had one brewing when I went to bed.  I didn't think it'd get as bad as it did though.  Got up, got some aspirin, said good morning to the boys and had the intention of going back to bed until 9 or so.   That didn't happen, thanks to the anxiety dream I had about the bus not coming to pick up Little T*  I got up to make sure everything was kosher and the Terrorist was finishing up his coffee and about to head to work (Little T safely on the bus headed to school... phew.)

This cohabitation thing is going along swimmingly.   I think because it's been so long since I slept with someone I didn't sleep so well the first night but I'm fairly certain I'm over that because I was out like a rock last night. 

I have to go move shit around so the Terrorist can fit his bureau in here.  Then I think I might take a nap or chug a big pot of coffee.

* In the dream the bus never showed up and Big T had left to go to work and other weird stuff that doesn't make any sense now that I'm thinking about it and why it stressed me out... but it was a dream.  Dream's don't always make sense.

It's 642am. 
I should be snoring right now.  For at least another 20 mins. 
But nope!  I've been waking up regularly since about 5a then at about 6 or 630a my eyes decided they didn't want to close anymore. 
Bastards.
I need coffee.

It's brewing.

The good thing about me being up this early is that I'm totally awake and as long as I stay this way and can get my ass away from the computer I might get some stuff done. 
Like dishes. 
I can also save my newly acquired PJ Harvey to my flash so I can bring it to the T's and make beautiful cd's with it. 
I think my printer is out of ink.  That sucks.

Damn you Lesley's printer for not playing nice with my computer.  That's really not very cool of you!!
Oh well, It was a nice idea.  It might still happen, but I doubt it.

I woke up with a ginormous zit on my inner thigh.  Hurts like a bitch.  Hmmm, sexy.

Time to tear myself away from this thing.  Maybe I'll shower before I go to the T's.  Exciting.

I guess if the first one was really all inclusive then there wouldn't be a need for a second one but... well... I'm not perfect.  Give me a fucking break.  Jesus.

Sleep over at my house tonight.  Woot Woot! 
I like sleep overs.  Not just because I get laid, actually I think I could survive without the sex tonight, I miss the sleeping together part.  (Who the fuck am I kidding?  I'm GETTING LAID!!!  Woohoo!  And I'm pretty sure I'm done my period!!!) 

This coffee sucks.  I stopped at 7 Virtues on my way up to the T's house to get some coffee and it tastes... like ass.  At least I remembered the name this time.  I've gotten this stuff before but I couldn't remember the name of it so I didn't know to avoid it.

Getting back on track...

• Tidy up my room at Lesley's room.
• Return w4's to work.
• Get gas.
  
• Make cd of photo's for Nate.  (He responded to a photo I sent him... baby steps)
• Go to post-office - Pray ipod is there - Rock out accordingly when it is.
• Make Zucchini Cake with Little T.
• Play cribbage with Little T.
• Enjoy adult time with the T.
• Pay Lane Bryant, At&t, Mah.
• Order more checks.
• Get Oregon License.
  

Jesus, I just got lost on the DMV website.  That thing is intense.
There's more todo but I'm not gonna do it all so who really cares if I actually list it out?