WTF?!?
I have no idea why all my posts are empty. I’m trying to figure it out.
Bug in Progress
Unfinished Dragon Fly
Hopefully it’ll be good enough to go on our wall when I’ve finished. It’s from Joanna Basford’s Enchanted Forest Artist’s Edition. Colored with Prismacolor pencils.
K-Cup Reviews
So when I got my new coffee maker, I also bought a k-cup variety pack. Gotta have something to use it with, right? Some of the coffees I have liked and some I really haven’t. I thought I’d throw of a chart of what I’ve tried and my personal rankings.
I’ll add to this as I try more. I can only drink so much coffee in one day before I go to plaid.
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Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
Hamilton Beach FlewBrew 2-Way
So I got a new coffee maker yesterday. I got the Hamilton Beach FlexBrew 2-Way Coffee Maker.
I really enjoy coffee, but I also really hate mornings. With my previous set-up, I would grind my beans, put them in the coffee maker, pour the water in, clean up the spilled water, brew the coffee, pour it in my travel mug, doctor it up, and drink it when I got to work. I really liked the way my coffee tasted, but it took a lot of time. Plus, driving un-caffeinated is dangerous. So, I stopped making and drinking coffee. It took a lot of time out of my mornings, and I was wasting a lot of beans because my pot didn’t make great coffee if you made under 1/3 of the pot. I started hitting up the 7-11 near my house because it was quicker.
Last week we stayed at a hotel that had a little Keurig in our room. I loved that little thing. Pop in a cup and go. The coffee it made was only so-so, but I didn’t care. Turns out my coffee requirements are “not awful” and “quick”.
Of course when we got home, I started shopping around. I had only a few requirements: it had to take reusable cups, be able to fit a tall mug, and not be restricted to Keurig 2.0 cups. Happily, thanks to Keurig’s patent having run out a few years ago, they aren’t the only game in town that takes k-cups. I found this guy that has a k-cup side that has its own insert for your own grounds.It also makes full pots using your own grounds instead of those k-carafe things so that my beautiful grinder won’t go to waste. And so that my friend Alicia can suck down entire pots in one sitting.
I got a variety pack of cups that really has about a bit of every type of coffee roast in a lot of popular brands. Only coffee though–no cider, tea, or hot chocolate. Having heard that the first few cups of any new machine can still taste of machine, I ran a vinegar cycle and three water cycles through both sides.
Donut Shop Regular
I made my first cup this morning, and it was pretty good. The Donut Shop Regular wasn’t watery at all using the strong brew cycle. I still think I’ll enjoy a dark roast more, but that’s my personal taste and not due to the machine. I really like this thing. So much so that I actually regretted having a Diet Coke with lunch instead of more coffee. And I realllllllly love Diet Coke.
Exciting Dream #3 and a Theory
Dreams are necessary to life. — Anaïs Nin
In real life, I’ve been waiting on some packages to arrive. I dreamed they arrived. At the same time. One was even early. That’s how I knew it was a dream.
I’m pretty sure that I’d be the hardest person to Inception ever. If anything–anything–out of the ordinary happened, my subconscious would be all over it like a tween on a Bieber.
Some dream researchers have theorized that dreams are part of “threat rehearsal” where you/your body chemistry practices responses to various threats. Apparently my brain knows that in case of a tiger attack, my fat ass is a kitty snack, so why bother rehearsing? Let’s practice opening to door to the FedEx man instead.
Exciting Dream #2
Dreams are the touchstone of our character. — Henry David Thoreau
I had a clogged shower drain. I couldn’t decide whether or not to snake the drain or go to the store to buy Draino.
Got goosebumps yet?
Exciting Dream #1
It takes a lot of courage to show someone else your dreams. — Erma Bombeck
I have dreams. I don’t mean the “I want to be an astronaut,” sort; I’m talking about literal while-you’re-sleeping dreams. Everyone does, but some of mine are…special. Especially boring. Some people have paralyzing nightmares; some people dream in abstract, flowing colors; some people are flying superspies with laser vision in their dreams. Last night I dreamed about going to Auntie Anne’s to get a pretzel for lunch. I got sweet mustard dip too.
To baffle the Freudians and the Jungians, I’ve decided to start cataloging my impressively mundane dreams.
Dream #1
I was packing up to move out of my college dorm for the summer. My family came to help me pack, but I had gotten finished early. So I walked them down the street to show them a water tower.
Proof
Proof that she’ll eat something other than grahams:
Eating a Corny Dog
Just not from Mommy. She’ll eat anything for Grandma.
Crocs Need Love Too
Here’s a blind, juvenile saltwater crocodile getting some head scratches. Taken at the Maya Key Animal Rescue Center.
