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June 12, 2012

She’s Curvy And She Owns It

“Everyone wants to be a winner, everyone wants to win.“

Reading several profiles today of successful people.  One thing that came across as a little bit strange was they all listed “what their ring tones were on their cellphones.”  Now that strikes me as kind of quirky to say the least, why is this fact so important in todays business environment.  My ring tone by the way, is a bell that sounds like a telephone ringing.

Pretty catchy huh?

A girl back east, New Jersey, has been fired for not taping down her breasts at work.  At first it was decided that she was too attractive and her breasts were too big, so they asked her to tape them down.  Then she was asked to wear a bathrobe at work all day long (not likely) and then ultimately she was fired (via cell phone by the way).

She is now suing her ex-employer and I personally hope that she wins.  I mean hell, they didn’t notice any of this when they hired her?  The girl is curvy and she owns it, why should she have to duck and cover, just because you work for someone doesn’t mean they OWN you.

Everyone wants to be a winner, everyone wants to win.

NBC’s America’s Got Talent visited New York City recently for a round of auditions that included a 77-year-old rapper, a dog act and a male performer who allowed his genitalia to be punched and kicked multiple times, with the blows set to music.  Yawn.

So in order to salvage what was left of my sanity, I surfed around the dial a little ….  BURN OFF EXCESS BODY FAT … LOOK GOOD NAKED … INSANITY WORKOUT.  And they wonder why we all seem to be a nation of knuckle-draggin clones?  There seems to be very little truth left in the media these days too.

Here is a question for you to ponder?

When you get your two packs of Sweet & Low out of the jug, and then empty them into the coffee, do you throw the empties away or back in the container?  If you toss the empties in there with all the full packets, it makes life a lot more interesting the next time you go for sweetener.

Try it.

Don’t tell the wife, just do it and then sit back and wait for the fur to fly!

First it is good for you, then bad, then good for you, and then … well you get the drift, dontha?  New study out on coffee, and it is once again, it is good for you!  (Which is good news for me, I drink a lot of coffee, an ocean of it in my lifetime I suppose)  It sure would be nice if all these folks would just make up their mind … Who knows, maybe even give us a nugget of truth now and then?

OOO

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January 5, 2011

The Short Rows

I like the country
Can’t stand all this city strife
Guess I want to be on the boulevard … rollin’
Rollin’ all my life.

Open the east gate of Yellowstone and let me in!
Thinking about Bear Tooth Pass,
Cooke City, Red Lodge Montana
two-lane highways and cheap gas.

Crater Lake,
Junction City,
Tahoe,
Clear water streams
What a hopeless romantic,
a man of many dreams.

No adventure in my life,
No more icing on the cake,
Ho hugs, soft kisses, warm hello’s,
No backrubs, or calls on the telephone,
No important dates for me to make,
My coffee cup has developed a pinhole leak on the bottom,
My first problem of the day.

Wednesday morning, my idle mind draggin’ my heart around. I can hear the low muffled sound of my own heart beating. It disturbs me, a distressing reminder of my own mortality. A slow steady drum beat of how fragile life really can be, and I stop to consider the fact that we seldom realize the frailty of it all.

Sitting here at my window with my cup of Joe, meditating. Today, this day, my thoughts should be concentrated on other things, not so much on leaving, getting out of here. But rather, just making it thru another Oklahoma winter day.

Much like the fading last embers in a dying campfire … the memory of the weekend is fading … Two quick short days in heaven, often just isn’t enough. Perhaps a trip north to Yellowstone or a quick visit to Orlando and some white sand, might just be what the doc ordered up?

I need a two-week placebo for my winter time blues.

OOO

October 28, 2010

Greed To Go

Another full moon, I hate it when I get this way.  Oh well… Another not so quite lucid post from my world or what is left of it.

Remember that old line:  “It was the best of times … It was the worst of times.”  Think I saw it on a episode or Cheer’s a long, long time ago.

Now let’s to put it into perspective.

Look at the major oil companies for instance, now that times are good, they want to make them REALLY GOOD and want to put some kind of new crap (Okie Scientific Term) in your gasoline, up to 15% of it per gallon.  It will of course destroy older model cars but will run just fine in the newer models.

So the failing automakers get a boost, all the older cars have to leave the road, and the oil companies insure that their supplies of oil are extended well into the next century.

In good times, it’s natural that we pay less attention to our individual expenses. But today, regardless of our current situation, we all need to save as much money as possible.  And when it comes to saving money, the experts agree one of the best places to start is with your grocery bill.  Now that the recession is officially over it might be a good time to consider going back to Twinkies or Ding Dongs?

Thanks to all of the pompous gas bags in our nation’s capitol and the high octane boys digging in the tar sands around the world, we are stuck again.  The majority of us will be of course, sitting at home watching old re-runs of Laverne & Shirley, munching away.  Desperate victims of Anal Glaucoma, the disease brought to you by American Oil, a national affliction of which there is no known cure, a disease where you simply cannot see your ass going anywhere.

So here is the take away.

When Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) gave her inaugural address as speaker of the House in 2007, she vowed there would be “no new deficit spending.” Since that day, the national debt has increased by $5 trillion, according to the U.S. Treasury Department.

Must be nice, working for the government or the oil companies (if you do not currently live in a gulf state that is).  When you need ready cash, you just print it up or go get it.

Man-Man, here it comes again.  It never seems to end.  All of a sudden the tree house in Belize is looking better and better each day.  Now having done my public service for the day and increased my total word count for the month, I am going to slink into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.  One of the few luxuries in life I can at least afford, it is still hovering around eight dollars a bag.

Now if I just had enough money for a donut to go with it.

OOO

February 2, 2009

Monday-Monday

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:05 AM
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snow-whiteMonday – Monday, as the Mama’s and the Papa’s used to sing …. Ah February, the month that is really hard to spell, the month where the fake estrogen enriched holiday induced by the Chocolate Makers around the world is celebrated (Valentine’s Day).  Capitalism continues to suffer its greatest collapse, since the Great Depression, I bought a candy bar yesterday and it was only a dollar and sixty-cents.

America’s national debt continues to soar, and President Obama wants to use only American Steel and American products in “The New Deal Rebuild America Plan” and others protest vocally stating that it is “anti-American” to do this.  The Republican party seems to be in shambles, Hannity interviewed Flush Limbaugh this weekend, now that was “dumb and dumber” and the Super Bowl has retired another game to the history books.

FOUND.  DIRTY WHITE DOG.

Looks like a rat.  It has been out awhile.  No collar.  Better be a reward.

Call …..

Man, what a week, I sure hope this one coming down has more promise than the one I just finished, because I am really ready for some good news.

Common sense advice out of Washington DC these days admonishes us all to save energy, to reduce our dependence on “Foreign Energy” and they say, “Use what is under our own feet to sustain us.” They tell us what kind of light bulbs to buy, who to buy them from, the whole nine yards.  And then they quietly look away as jobs are shipped outside the country or they bring in foreign workers to do those jobs and send American’s home.

What is wrong with this picture?

This morning I am reading about our friends in the banking industry, they are in the news again.  SANTA CLARA, Calif. – Banks collecting billions of dollars in federal bailout money sought government permission to bring thousands of foreign workers to the U.S. for high-paying jobs, according to an Associated Press review of visa applications.

The dozen banks receiving the biggest rescue packages, totaling more than $150 billion, requested visas for more than 21,800 foreign workers over the past six years for positions that included senior vice presidents, corporate lawyers, junior investment analysts and human resources specialists. The average annual salary for those jobs was $90,721, nearly twice the median income for all American households.

The figures are significant because they show that the bailed-out banks, being kept afloat with U.S. taxpayer money, actively sought to hire foreign workers instead of American workers.

It is unclear how many foreign workers the banks actually hired; the government does not release those details. The actual number is likely a fraction of the 21,800 foreign workers the banks sought to hire because the government limits the number of visas it grants to 85,000 each year among all U.S. employers.  During the last three months of 2008, the largest banks that received taxpayer loans announced more than 100,000 layoffs. The number of foreign workers included among those laid off is unknown.

So if you have recently been cut loose by not only your employer, but all your friends in Congress.  Please remember that it is often pleasant, even peaceful, to run a household, raise children, and deal with life at home when you mind isn’t filled up and overwhelmed with thoughts of how you could possibly be doing better.

Seen a good movie lately?

Tom Cruise currently starring in a film about a plot to kill Adolf Hitler, told reporters that when he was growing up in the seventies, “I always wanted to kill Hitler.”  Nice, real nice Tom.  While we are on the subject of movies?  West Point cadets began voting on an award for “the movie character that best exemplifies West Point Leadership.”  Nominees selected by the cadets included James Bond, Indiana Jones,, and the late San Francisco gay activist Harvey Milk.  Don’t Ask — Don’t Tell?

Fuzzy picture or no picture you be the judge

With less than one month left to the national switch to all digital television, many consumers with older analog TV sets are reporting trouble changing over.  It appears that the new deal (excuse my pun) pull in fewer stations than with analog, while some report losing the picture altogether.  Now they are saying that you may have “to purchase a more powerful antenna if you want the picture.”  Stay tuned for future developments, please have your credit card and expiration date handy.

It’s good for you … no wait … It’s bad for you … No wait …  It’s good for you, oh what the ________ .

A new survey in Britain suggests that you do not have to take LSD to hallucinate, all you have to do is drink more coffee.  They are now saying that coffee has the ability to stimulate hallucinations and even better if you live close to your neighborhood Starbucks (one of the few they have not shut down).

Hard-core coffee drinkers (those who consume seven or more cups per day … guilty!) are more prone to seeing that things that simply were not there.  They also reported “floating above their bodies” and hearing voices and other sensory disturbances.

And you thought Shirley McClaine was strange?

Or it could be that people who tend to use more of the drug, or that big time coffee drinkers or addicts are drawn to other, more harmful substances as well.  So if you look up at the ceiling fan, and it has five or six little pink elephants on it, with their trunks in the upright position (an Asian sign of good luck) be sure to immediately switch over to the de-caffeinated stuff for a couple of days.

Lick You Later

And finally the “Good News/Bad News” portion of today’s post.  First the Bad News, the U.S. Postal Service is now considering going to a shorter work week and dropping one day deliveries in the United States, they are saying Wednesday.

Which really makes sense, every one needs their mail on Saturday right?

Now for the Good News they are reporting that pilferage of the mail has increased, and it seems they are catching more letter carriers who are hoarding and stealing mail.  The numbers being reported are “far higher” than in previous years.  (Better pick a greeting card with a white envelope this year)

So if your “HallMark Congratulations Mr. Obama Card” didn’t make it … You now know why.

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“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)


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December 11, 2008

Nobody Cares About Your Dreams

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Coffee is good this morning, a little bite to it, but that is okay, it is cold here and uncomfortable.  Americans drink about 400 million cups of coffee per day, that is a lot of coffee, that is an ocean of coffee.  Which is kind of strange, when you stop to think about it.  Coffee has no nutritional value that I know of, why we drink it is truly somewhat of a mystery.

Four out of five adults in the U.S. drink coffee every day.  I know one person who doesn’t, his favorite quote about coffee is this.  “How can something that smells so dog-gone good when it is perculating in the pot, taste so rotten afterwards.” He is not a caffeine junky like the rest of us.

We average about two cups per day in this country, per consumer, that would be about 1/3 of the worlds’ supply of the elixir.  I understand that coffee contains 100 milligrams of caffeine; a cup of espresso has 200.

No More Free Toasters

You can now add Credit Unions to the list of people signing up for the bailout money, they applied for and received $40 billion worth this week to bolster against mortgage losses.  You know the other day I was sitting at the beanery waiting for them to bring me my order and I was staring out the window.  And I got that glazed over look in my eye and the wife said to me, “I know I shouldn’t but I am gonna anyway.  What are you thinking about”?”

And I said, “Oh, I was thinking back a long time ago, when we were young and stupid and we invested in that Ponzi scheme.  You remember that?” and she said, “Oh Lord, whatever made you think of that?”

For all of you that are not aware, a Ponzi scheme is a get rich deal, most of the time called a “Pyramid Scheme” and the people, who get in early, make tons of money, the others, well they don’t do so well.  They mainly lose their investment.  We were in the later group, we lost, about $1,000 and interest, and I made every stinking payment on it, 36 of them suckers.  (I told you we were young and stupid, we didn’t even have the money to lose, we borrowed our entry level amount … Now that was really d-u-m-b.)

So here is the deal.

I am thinking about how it is that I did something really dumb, really stupid, and I lost what I considered a large amount of money.  AND NO ONE … NOT ONE SOLITARY SOUL CAME FORWARD TO BAIL ME OUT … I HAD TO PAY EVERY DAMN DIME OF IT … AND I HAD TO TAKE MY KNOCKS THE HARD WAY. Since then, several lucrative offers have presented themselves, and we always say “no thank you.”  Our official position is that we have had so many good deals in the past, we cannot afford any more of them now.

When do WE get bailed out … Who is going to help us out … those of us that are struggling.

Business has gotten so bad here lately, even the people who were not planning on paying for it anyway, are not buying. I asked my neighbor about it and he said, “The bible says cast thy bread upon the waters and it will be returned to you 100 fold.”  Which is fine, but what are you supposed to do with 100 soggy wet loaves of bread?  When I was young, my paycheck would burn a hole in my pocket, these days it isn’t enough to keep my pocket warm.  It is truly a shame that at this point in life, you have only one regret.  And that would be that you have not accumulated enough cash to be able to fly on a moment’s notice to Japan to bid on Paul’s Sergeant Peppers uniform.

The Governor will see you now … Please have your checkbook handy

Corruption has tainted politics in Chicago (Illinois in general) since the prohibition days and Albert Scarface Capone, but the arrest Tuesday of Illinois Governor Brad Blagojevich revealed alleged conspiracy and bribery schemes so brazen that the veteran investigators and prosecutors could barely hold their revulsion.  Government for sale .. to the highest bidder, the American Way, kind of makes you proud doesn’t it?  Shades of Bill Clinton when he was governor of Arkansas.  When the highway patrol stopped you there, they would say, “Have your wife get out of the car, so the governor can frisk her.”

Here is another one out of Illinois for you. In Springfield, Zachary Holloway, 20, and a pal were arrested and charged with breaking into one car and stealing, among other things, a motorcycle helmet, then attempting to break into another car.

To try to get into the second car, Holloway put on the helmet, stood back from the car, and charged into it, head-butting a window, unsuccessfully, twice.  They were arrested and booked that day.

Finally coming clean

Some 20 years after the Exxon Valdez oil spill, plaintiffs in the case are getting what’s left of the money they were originally awarded, the Anchorage Daily News reports.  Some plaintiffs will get amounts ranging from several hundred dollars to $100K or more.  Most had just about given up hope of getting anything from it at all.

Now lets see, you take an amount of money, put it in the bank and allow it to sit, for say …. Oh let’s just say “twenty years” … that might accumulate enough in interest where you end up never paying a fine at all.  Just thinking outside the box.  Naw, “our friends in the oil and gas industry” wouldn’t do that to us … would they?

Oh well it could be worse (how could it possibly be worse?) you could be in your car, stranded on an Alaskan highway and the only human within 200 miles is a Cro-Magnon Woman wearing a torn parka who communicates through a series of bizarre grunts, winks and gesticulations and she not only comes to your rescue, but you have to “talk to her” all the way back to town.

Lying crooks what is this world coming to?

In the city that launched the national crime-stopper movement, Albuquerque, New Mexico, which pays informants for tips that help police solve local crimes there could be a possible snag.  It appears now the highly successful program designed for, “people that hang out with crooks to do part time work” might be providing the cops with “less than truthful information” for the rewards.

It appears that even in hard times, the low life’s will resort to less than honest approaches at generating funds.  Police are now saying that they are going to have to be more careful because they “might be playing games with us” in order to get the money.  Geeze, do you think so?  Bad cop, bad cop, no donut.

Man, I would like a shot at that myself.

Barre, Vermont. A man who hit Governor Douglas in the face with a pie during an Independence Day parade will spend five days on a work crew for the prank.  Matthew Manning, 23, pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct and apologized.  Manning, dressed as Santa Claus ran up to Douglas during the Montpelier parade and threw the pie before being tackled by the mayor and being detained.  I would like to pay this man’s fine, if there is one, but I am curious.  “Santa Claus at an Independence Day celebration, what were you thinking?”

Time to wrap this one up.

If you attend the job fair/money seminar at the Holiday Inn this weekend?  When the speaker begins the seminar by saying, “By a show of hands, how many of you don’t know the difference between a stock and a bond?” and you are the only one with your hand in the air?

Go immediately to the Lobby … American Xpress or Bank Of America are looking for you.  You might have a new job Monday morning.

Who says things aren’t looking up.

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November 3, 2008

It’s Not Easy Being Rich

The trouble with life is there just isn’t any background music.  Monday’s are always especially difficult, come in, sit down with a cup of Joe and then face an empty screen.  I am so envious of all those talented people who sit down and make this look like child’s play, make it appear simple.

So what do we talk about?

The up’s and down’s of oil, no one cares right now.  Politics’, I am sick of politics and my unguarded opinion is the political Gene-pool in this country, could stand a dose of Chlorine.

Last I heard they were holding a symposium on the Heartlands’ problems in some place like Chugwater, Wyoming.  Cheney was spitting euphemisms out of the side of his mouth about, I like this guy and that guy, and you should too (If you know what is good for you).

Another group meeting at which there are several speeches, often a group discussion, a collection of opinions on a subject, a short discussion.  Nothing is really resolved, and when the finger food disappears, they sneak outside for a quick smoke, fire up the bus and drive off.

I will bet you even money that the candidates are now glad to be looking at the end of all this.  Think about it … In just a few short hours, it will be over with and they can go back to “telling us the truth.”

So for a refreshing change of pace, no doom and gloom, none of this the earth is rotting like a bad cantaloupe left outside in the mid-day sun, covered in flies. Today we will talk about something different.  Let us take on the plight of those poor, often overlooked unfortunates in America these days that are experiencing hard times.

Let us talk about the rich.

You know who I am talking about here, the poor $435 lunch ticket, share the wealth bunch.  They (the rich) are not doing all that well here lately.  Did you know because of the current financial meltdown, the rich are being forced to cut back just like the rest of us?  It has gotten so dire; that I hear they have temporarily gone back to regular mustard instead of that Gray Poupon stuff.

Yes, it is true.

Affluent brides to be, in Manhattan are swapping out the $1,000 centerpiece of peonies from New Zealand for $300 Netherlands hydrangeas.  The Gordon Gekko’s types of Wall Street are now forced to purchase one $4,000 suit instead of five; things have suddenly gotten austere in the Big Apple.  Women of a certain age, who used to have the option of a complete face lift have now had to resort to Botox Injections instead, which are much, much cheaper.  Cosmetic surgery in this country is now estimated to be down as much as 50%.

America the land of opportunity, I have a degree in Liberal Arts, do you want fries with that?  We have discovered to our dismay that our “Great Spenders are also very Bad Lenders.”  Seemingly over night our philosophy has changed.  Yesterday is a cancelled check.  Today is cash on the line.  Tomorrow is a promissory note which may or may not get paidl.

Pity the poor, poor rich.

The rich have to make choices now, should I continue the lease on the Christmas Villa in the south, or just find a suitable hotel?  Will I be able to afford the subscription to Elite Traveler Magazine for the table on the Lear Jet or the Yacht this year.  Can we still afford a crew of eighteen to have at our beck and call?

They have to make untold sacrifices just like the rest of us, why they cannot even afford the full band anymore, they are resorting to DJ’s (Sorry Radio Girl) at the weddings and bar mistfah’s (sp).  Miniature cupcakes on Lucite tiers instead of the massive wedding cake.

A greatly pared down guest list, dollar pinching is everywhere!  As hard as this is to believe, “some of us might not get invited to attend at all” it has gotten that bad.

Arab and European clients are still buying $25 million yachts, but the share of sales to Americans has dropped from 80% to 50%.  Relegated to searching the boat yards for a good used 60′/80′ skiff is simply not American. The power shoppers are in the Arab Emirates, the Abdul Dubai Malls in the golden sand of the Persian Gulf.  Neiman Marcus is a bargain store in this new age of less money.  No more whole wardrobes, it is a $500 dress and make it last for the corporate executive’s wife in Houston.

Things have gotten so bad, they are more than likely switching over to the cheap Chardonnay, and I imagine we will at some time see these folks somewhere down the line, but for right now things on the other side of the coin will remain the same for us.  All of us good, honorable soldiers in the legions of the less entitled.

We will still be drinking the yucky-green-stuff, sneezy, why-in-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning NyQuil for a cheap buzz purchased at the Dollar General Store on sale.  Doing our level best to get a handle on life, with one broken handle, driving a beat up run-down fourteen year old Hoopie with a half-tank of fuel.

Now altogether …. Let’s hear it one time for the Rich In America …. Ready?

(One big collective sigh)

Now I know I feel better, I can face but one more Monday.  Which is considerably less painful than licking my fingers and searching out an electrical outlet.  I can now focus my energies on the important questions of life.  Such as:  “Is our planet the insane asylum for the Universe?”  That would be a good start for a Monday right there.

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September 17, 2008

Lawn Mowing Sucks

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 5:06 AM
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"MAKE AN OFFER"Can you say “Lawn Mowing sucks” on the Internet? I guess you can, it is after all “my blog.”

A couple of days ago, I was just lying there in bed, minding my own business, staring up at the ceiling. I do that a lot in the morning, watch the numbers roll on the clock, listen to the ceiling fan rhythms, early in the morning.

And I was thinking about the possibility of painting my front lawn green, the money, time and energy I could save, by having a totally artificial painted green lawn. Using the best weather-beater Latex that Sear’s has to offer, I would either roll it on or paint it on.

A lawn that I did not have to water or pamper, or spend time with. Something like the relationship we have with our children.

Now it is time to go on record about something. Los Angeles and Seattle, who recently instituted a policy of using goats and sheep to take care of yard work, have the right idea. Let the animals eat the stuff, and save the planet, I am all for it.

Except for that lipstick part, that I find kind of revolting.

Having lived at this location for a good portion of my life, and figuring that I mowed the front and back lawns “one time per week” (a conservative average I would venture) I have mowed, trimmed, bagged, sacked and completed this chore approximately 1,768 times (twice that counting the backyard). So I am laying there and I am thinking about this.

Then SHE rolls over and touches me. Man I hate it when SHE does that. It always starts the cycle, y’know, that “thing that leads to problems” right after the alarm clock goes off.

You see, men and women are often different in the morning. The man wakes up grouchy and aroused in the morning. Believe it or not, we can actually do both at the same time. Rare fact of nature, part of the male species. We just cannot help ourselves.

We just wake up and we want you and if you don’t want us, well, we are just mad about it.

And the women are thinking, “how can he want me the way I look in the morning?” It’s because we cannot see you. We have no blood anywhere, near our optic nerve at that time of the morning. Trust me, scientific fact of life, no really.

So I get up out of my bed, not because it is no longer warm, not because it is uncomfortable, but because I know that it is too heavy to carry on my back all day long, and I have to separate from it some time. I walk to the scales and I weigh myself, “I am my perfect weight if I was seven feet tall.” It is gonna be a swell day.

Good morning hon, she smiles THAT smile at me. Coffee, two sugars, no conversation.

Walking outside with my cup of fresh coffee, I spy my neighbor who is standing in his yard too. “Gonna rain today Don” and he smiles back at me. I pick up the paper and reply, “Yeah, just my luck, wouldn’t you know it? I just painted my lawn yesterday.”

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July 25, 2008

A Colombian Addiction

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 5:09 AM
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A cup of coffee this morning, my first cup in four days and it is good, I have missed it something terribly. Bad headaches and withdrawal on the first couple of days, certainly did add to my misery. We all have our addictions in life, mine over the years have varied, but this is right now, and right now it is coffee.

I just drink too much of it, and it is pulling my health down, something had to be done. My addictions are legendary, at least in my mind, they are. My life is littered with the all the pitfalls of addiction that came and took something away, and left very little in return. It used to be nicotine, chemical dependencies, and to some extent, in my youth, sex.

Now late in life, it is coffee.

One more monster I have to deal with, an old friend, that came to visit and stayed with me at a early age. I began drinking coffee at the Do-Nut Shop when I was 12 years old on my first paper route, and continued right on thru to this point in my life. I suppose that over time, I have consumed an ocean of this exotic wonderful Colombian brew.

This morning is different. I am limiting myself to just two cups and that is all.

This morning there is a new regime on my street. I used to gulp it down, post-haste, something akin to an old dog on a half-eaten weaner, whoosh and it was gone. This morning however, I am slow to take it in, I savor its richness on my tongue, I savor its warmth, I give it a short respite, so that I might enjoy what it has to offer just a little more, before I swallow.

I am doing my best to enjoy my addiction and not allow it to consume me any more. Learning or rather re-learning the sweet pleasure it affords and at the same time, limiting my intake of its intoxicating measure.  We all have our demons to deal with and once again I find myself doing battle with one of mine.

John, my recently departed friend in Arizona, used to make it something just short of a witches brew, a dark elixir the color of oil sand tar, that would eat the rust off the side of a pot. He would laugh, “Ya gotta put some makin’s in it, or the brew isn’t worth drinking” was his expression as I recall. He then he would dump four scoops of coffee into a 10 cup mix and hit brew.

What came out was something resembling the color of asphalt and as strong as you could imagine, battery acid comes readily to mind. A little too much for me, I am a two scooper kind of guy and not much more than that.  He seems gone so long now, I miss him, and I yearn for his company.

I guess to live in some respects, is to suffer.  In order to survive, it would seem you would have to put some meaning in the suffering.  Two cups per day in my opinion is pathetic, I surely want and possibly “need more.”

But it would be more prudent to limit the intake and live a little while longer.

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