Appliance Guru. That's my new title. I spent Christmas Day taking apart, rewiring and soldering the Barista Aroma Grande from Starbucks. For a month now it had been sitting on the counter waiting to be fixed. I kept thinking I would just use the press pot and electric kettle, but the coffee doesn't taste the same.
Now here's where the aside comes in about Ben and the concept that the coffee I like to drink doesn't taste as good as it could and that the only way to get good tasting coffee is to use a press pot and burr grinder, but I digress. Phew.
So, after the coffee pot was opened up, it became obvious that one of the connections had gotten wet and shorted out. So, some pliers and a new connector... 3.5 seconds with a 35 year old soldering gun and tada!, it was working.
I have enjoyed coffee for three mornings in a row now.
A joyous season indeed.
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Fat does not have blood vessels running through it. So when fat, say, on your thighs, say, gets cold, it will not readily warm up. In fact, I can move about to the degree that my brow beads with sweat and the thick wads of adipose tissue on my lower middle section are still aching with chill. Solution? Why yes... you sit on your down jacket and zip it around your legs up to your stomach.
It's like a sleeping bag for your butt.
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Actually, what this makes me realize is how cold Annie must get. And I know of only one real solution and that is a hot bath. So, I think I will implore John to install a Japanese soaking tub in the guest bath.
Of course, that's right after he remodels the kitchen.
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Ok... and now for the truly mystifying: Why on earth would you wear pajamas to bed if you lived in a nice house with central air and plenty of bedding?
1. They bunch up and cause unsightly marks and pinch off circulation.
2. They must be washed.
3. They must be stored somewhere.
4. They completely negate the point of high-thread-count sheets.
5. They are too warm
6. They are not, in the least, sexy
7. And did I mention that they have to be washed - which costs money in the form of hot water, soap, and the environmental damage of electric generation.
But you'd think this just wouldn't be that important. Au contraire.... it boggles my mind and almost makes me angry.
And don't talk to me about modesty. I know people who live alone and sleep alone who wear pajamas every night. Are these people brain washed? Naive? Repressed? Stupid?
It turns out the only legitimate reason to wear pajamas is warmth and if you live in a state like Texas, that's not a reason.
So someone explain it to me... 'cause I'm betting your reasons won't convince me. And I'll just keep shaking my head and scratching my brain. Hrrrmph.
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Enough. That's the judgmental me. And all that sort of thinking does for me is raise my blood pressure and tighten my jaw. Actually, lately, I've been noticing how much I gripe about everything.
Right.
And it's so stupid, too.
Yes, there was a lot of stress in my life this fall and before Thanksgiving - what with trying to start a business during the worst economic crisis in HISTORY... oh, and the vet telling me Tyler had cancer.
Yes, I have a lot of balls in the air... but l love balls. -- err, being busy -- and I am enjoying all my bal... err, responsibilities.
Yes, things are expensive, my contract makes employment uncertain and the dogs have smeared mud all over the window panes in the French doors...
But really? Why do I feel the need to complain?
It turns out that I don't feel good.
I don't feel good about me and I don't feel good physically. And they are part and parcel. One and the same.
My weight is outrageous. My muscle mass in dwindling, my stamina sneaked out the door while I wasn't looking, my stomach is distended, my gut is inflamed and my neck and spine ache from weakness...
And that's all my fault.
I've been pointing the finger at outside sources of frustration... dumb people, computer issues, traffic, weather. But the truth is, I haven't been active, I haven't been healthy and I haven't been careful with my food intake.
My poor system. I need to reboot. Wipe the bad habits and be conscious of my choices.
That finger I keep pointing elsewhere leaves three pointing back at me.
1. Eat Less.
2. Move More.
3. The End.
(with apologies to my sister)
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