January 8, 2014

The Year of Coffee, Tea, Popcorn, and No Texting

An interesting post came across my Facebook feed this week. It probably came across your page, too, because the article has been shared by more than 32,000 Facebook accounts.

I gave up brewing coffee at home four years ago when I was pregnant with Liza.  I became solely a tea drinker at home, but would still drink coffee when I traveled or went to a coffee shop. I love tea, but there is something about a cup of coffee that is just unexplainable.  It trumps tea in many ways.  It was nice not brewing coffee at home because Will figured out that it saved us over $1,000 a year because we were addicted to that awful imitation and pricey vanilla-flavored creamer.  We would go through a pound of coffee a week, and we would fight over who was to clean the coffee pot.

I’ve still said good riddance to the fake creamer, but I asked for a Keurig for Christmas.   I love it. There’s no coffee pot to clean.   There are all those little coffee flavors to choose from daily. I’m still telling myself that coffee will be a luxury in this house, and I’ll start my day with a cup of tea.   But so far, in two days, I’ve brewed four cups of coffee at different intervals during the day.   I’m hoping to slow that down because those little K-cups aren’t cheap, but right now the newness of the different coffees is like Christmas every day.


 I occasionally like to make egg salad. It’s good, but it certainly stinks up the house. Apparently, Liza has a Hercules nose or something.  She can smell something 50 miles away. She pitches a fit when I make egg salad. She complains. She turns on the fan and declares her dislike of eggs.  She may hate eggs, but she loves popcorn. She can eat a whole bag of the buttered goodness. Since Jack is in Cub Scouts, we have a lot of popcorn in our home.  It’s not uncommon for her to ask for a bag of popcorn in the mid-afternoon. As soon as I peeled my eggs on this day, she started begging for popcorn. I obliged.  In three-and-a-half minutes, I took her a buttery bowl. She grabbed her bowl, held it up to her nose, and took one big whiff.

“Ah, popcorn sure does smell better than eggs!” 

By asking for popcorn, she changed the entire scent in the kitchen.  Not a bad thing to do. I don’t think I ever would have thought of that.

And finally, an interesting post came across my Facebook feed this week.  It probably came across your page, too, because the article has been shared by more than 32,000 Facebook accounts. 

It talks about teen romance and how the teens are texting all the time.  It was eye-opening, especially for this girl who is not allowed to text. When Will set up our phones, we didn’t get an unlimited texting plan. It’s hard for people who have my cell phone number to understand, but when they text me, it costs me 20 cents. If I respond, then it costs me 40 cents. A lot of back and forth, and that could be the cost of a cup of coffee.  I really hate it when the children’s dental office texts me to remind me of an appointment. 

But that’s what the world does now, and I always get my texting money back at the dentist by getting two K-cups of tea or coffee while there. I always leave the office with a cup full of something.My good friends know not to text me unless it’s an emergency or really important. Sometimes I don’t even respond.

I get the idea of texting and really like it. Personally, I would rather send a quick text any day over chatting on the phone. But I remember the days of chatting on the phone when I was a teenager, and the phone would have a busy signal. It was a big deal when one got call waiting in the house. Times are certainly changing in the digital age, but, in reality, things really shouldn’t change that much.  

Parents still need to be in control.I checked the Internet, and one mom posted that her 17-year-old son has 16,000 texts, and they still have 12 days left of their billing cycle. Help! 

The parental banter in the comment section showed that some parents take action.  All phones need to be in the docking station by a certain time in the parent’s bedroom. And in today’s smart world, phones can be restricted from texting during certain hours. 

If it’s not possible now, I’m sure it will be by the time my children are teenagers; my children’s friends will see this message.

“My parents are old-school, and this phone has reached its texting limit today. If you really need to chat, pretend like it is the year 1999 and dial my phone number.  You will actually have to say something."

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