8 Ways to Tell if You’re Too Into Coffee

Welcome Dear Readers!  Do you ever suspect that not only do you love drinking your coffee, but that maybe you are a little too into coffee itself? 

Eight Ways to Tell If You’re Too into Coffee

 

You’ve replaced all your buttons with coffee beans

Coffee Bean Buttons
“What? No they aren’t Milk Dud buttons, they’re coffee bean buttons! What are you? Blind?”

You just can’t understand why Juan Valdez never makes People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive

 Juan Valdez

 

All your furniture is coffee bean bag

girls in coffee bean bag chair

 

You’ve been much happier since it dawned on you that any empty space can be theoretically filled with coffee

Grand Canyon Filled with coffee

 

You absolutely refuse to become an astronaut until there’s a Starbucks on the Space Station

Tang in space

 

Frankly, if you got to drink coffee while being probed, you really wouldn’t mind being abducted by aliens all that much

Alien
“Okey Doke. One large coffee comin’ up. Cream?”

If God would have made the oceans coffee instead of salt water, you would have never dropped out of Sailor College

Sailors

 

 

Sure, you might be a little jittery from drinking too much coffee, but, hey, at least you’ve never felt an earthquake

earthquake Juan Valdez

 

And there you have it, Dear Readers, now go enjoy your coffee (but not too much).

Until next time  . . . I love you

My Brain Peanuts Remembers Soda Pop

Welcome Dear Readers to this edition of my brain Peanuts remembers.  

Today’s topic:  Soda Pop

Drinking soda in the fifties was a lot different from today. First of all, soda came in a bottle. In Washington state, where I grew up, there was no such thing as drinking a can of soda. No siree! We drank a bottle of pop or we drank nothing at all.

Back then, when you bought a bottle of pop, the pop was yours to drink — but you had to give back the bottle because you were merely renting it. After all, you had to pay a 2-cent deposit on it, for crying out loud, and not taking it back for a refund could seriously affect the budget.

So everyone always returned their pop bottles to get their two-cents back because two-cents in the fifties would buy enough gas to get you to Canada from anywhere in the United States.

 "Hot diggity dog! It's my ticket to Canada!"
“Hot diggity dog! It’s my ticket to Canada!”

The only people who drank out of a can were beer drinkers. But beer cans were worthless so beer drinkers didn’t worry about getting their deposit back. They would simply chuck the empties out of the window of whatever speeding vehicle they happened to be drunkenly swerving down the highway in.

Today, we would consider this drunk driving but in those days we simply considered it littering. And in the 1950’s, littering was America’s favorite pastime — as much a way of life as Polio, onesie gym clothes, and radio-active cleansing cream.

But whether you were drinking out of a bottle or drinking out of a can, you would have died of thirst in the 1950’s if you didn’t have one of these.

The most important invention of mankind since the creation of invention ITSELF!!!
The most important invention of mankind since the creation of invention ITSELF!!!

It was a combination bottle/can opener, and it was a wonderful little gadget. One end would pry off the caps of Debby and Bobby’s pop bottles while the other end would puncture a hole in Mom and Dad’s beer cans. (The only thing this can opener wouldn’t do is open a bottle of wine, but this wasn’t a problem because in the 50’s only Europeans drank wine.)

I think it’s fair to say that the bottle opener was as much a part of the foundation upon which the togetherness of the fifties family was built as smearing butch wax on crew cuts, stenciling on eyebrows or hiding under desks together to survive atomic blasts.

I remember my grandparents only drank Pepsi which they always referred to as Peps. Pepsi was for those who think young. Not only did my grandparents think young, they were young. When I was five, my grandmother was only 44. (Back then people started families way younger so they could get it out of the way quicker and have more time to drink Peps.)

Now let’s say you only drank half the Peps in that rented bottle of yours. What would you do? Well, instead of pouring it down the drain, you would save the remainder of the Peps by utilizing another ingenious type of gadget that people just referred to as that bottle thingy.

These bottle thingys were invented for two reasons.  1) to lock in soda pop freshness and  2) to give people in the future something to sell on e-bay.
These bottle thingys were invented for two reasons.
1) to lock in soda pop freshness and
2) to give people in the future something to sell on e-bay.

That bottle “thingy” I’m referring to was a rubber gasket that went into the top of the bottle to seal in the carbonation as well as that delicious Peps refreshing flavor. After all, you spent a whole dime for that bottle of Pepsi, and you wouldn’t want it to go to waste.

Not if you were ever going to afford that trip to Canada!

Until next time . . . I love you

Gregory’s Bible Stories: God’s Workaholism

Welcome Dear Readers to this Sunday’s edition of Gregory’s Bible Stories.

Every week Gregory attends Sunday School and every week he comes home and retells his own version of the lesson.  

Today in Sunday School, Gregory learned about Ezekiel’s unusual experience with the Lord and how he comes to the conclusion that God is working way too hard. Let’s listen in, shall we?

God’s Workaholism

One beautiful morning while Ezekiel was enjoying his breakfast of goat hotcakes on the roof of his holy-land hovel and admiring the view of the village shrub, he heard a familiar voice calling to him.

God:  Good Morning Mortal Man!   Are you ready to judge the city that is full of murderers?

Ezekiel:  Again already?  Didn’t you just punish and kill a bunch of sinners by starving everyone and making parents eat their children and children eat their parents and whatnot?

God:  Yes but God’s work is never done. You should see my in-box, Mortal Man.  I want you to help me punish some more sinners because your father was an Amorite, your mother was a Hittite and you were born in Canaan which makes you a Hiccup.

Ezekiel:  No it doesn’t.

God:  Yeah but it would be so cool if it did — so let’s just say it does.

Ezekiel:  Okay, so which city of murderers are you going to punish this time? By the way, don’t you have any vacation time coming up?

God:  Mortal Man!  I want you to announce what I am saying to the Ammonites who are insulting Israel. I was up til 3 a.m. writing a limerick about it. Tell me what you think.

“A sword is ready to destroy  It is polished to kill to flash like lightning.”

Ezekiel:  No offense, but it doesn’t rhyme very well.

God:  Well it does in the language I wrote it in.

Ezekiel:  What language was that?

God:   Uh . . . I’ll tell you later, but first I want to punish Jerusalem because they have no respect for the holy places, they eat sacrifices that are offered to idols, they sleep with their father’s wives, they seduce their daughter-in-law or their half sisters, etc., etc., etc.

Ezekiel:  Why didn’t you include all those sins in your limerick?

God:  And throw off the perfect pentameter?  Are you out of your mind?

God then began to symbolically explain to Ezekiel, due to his being a Hiccup and all, what happened after he was born.

God:  When you were born no one cut your umbilical cord and you were thrown into an open field.

Ezekiel:  Wow! That must have been one long umbilical cord!

God:  Listen up. I’m serious.

Ezekiel:  Sorry go ahead.

God:  I passed by and saw you squirming in  your own blood but I wouldn’t let you die.  You grew strong and tall and became a young woman.

Ezekiel:  Uh, you know, Lord, I think you’ve been working a little too hard.  Some time off from punishing sinners might do you a world of good. Because I don’t know if you’re just overworked or what, but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a guy.

God:  No, I know you’re a guy. This is a symbolic story about you because your mother was a Hittite and your father was an Amorite and you are from Caanan which makes you a Hiccup.

Ezekiel:  I don’t get it.  Why do I have to be a woman in the story?

God:  I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about Jerusalem!  It’s a symbolic story!

Ezekiel:  Oh good then I’m still a guy!

God:  Of course you are!  Anyway then I passed by again and saw that the time had come for you to fall in love.  I covered your naked body with my coat and promised to love you. I dressed you in embroidered gowns and gave you shoes and a linen headband and–

Ezekiel:  Uh I hate to interrupt your story, Lord, but my goat hotcakes are getting cold.

God:  Oh sorry.  Well listen. I’ll come back later and tell you another symbolic story about how Jerusalem is a prostitute.

Ezekiel:  Well I don’t think I’m going to be home later.

God:  Well, when do you think you will  be home?

Ezekiel:  Uh . . . I’ll call you.

God:  Okay.  Call me anytime!  I’ll be up late working anyways!  I’ll keep my phone with!!

And there you have it, Dear Readers, what Gregory learned in Sunday school.  Please check back next week at this same time to see what Gregory will learn next.

Until next time . . . I love youEzekiel in Gregory's Bible Stories

Ezekiel’s Weight Problem

Welcome Dear Readers to this Sunday’s edition of Gregory’s Bible Stories. Today in Sunday School, Gregory learned about the day Ezekiel had an unusual experience.  Let’s listen in as he recounts the story for us.

Ezekiel’s Weight Problem

One day the prophet Ezekiel was relaxing down by the Chebar river in Babylonia where he was hanging out with some of his exiled Jewish  buddies enjoying some Chebar cheese when, suddenly, there was a tremendous rumble.

At first he thought it was just his stomach rumbling from eating too much Chebar cheese, but he soon realized the noise was coming from the sky.

He looked up and was amazed to see a UFBO (unidentified flying biblical object).

He fell face down and heard a voice calling him.

God:  Mortal Man stand up I want to talk to you.

Ezekiel:  Do I have to get up?  I’m really comfortable right now.

God:  I am sending you to the people of Israel.

Ezekiel:  May I ask why?

God:  They have rebelled against me and turned against me and are still rebels just as their ancestors were. So I am sending you to tell them what I, the sovereign lord, am saying to them.

Ezekiel:  Wouldn’t it be easier to just fly over there in your UFBO and tell them Yourself?

God: They are stubborn and do not respect me so I am sending you instead.

Ezekiel:  Okay let me get this straight. You, the sovereign lord, who is flying around the holy land in Your UFBO can’t get the Israelites to listen to you or respect you so you’re sending me instead, a guy who is currently unemployed, slightly overweight and living down by the river?  Do you really think I’m up to the job?

God: Just tell the people of Israel whatever I tell you to tell them. But don’t be afraid of them even though they will despise you and even though it will feel like you are living among scorpions.

Ezekiel:  Well okay,  but scorpions are my least favorite insect.

God:  Scorpions really?  That’s refreshing. Most people say spiders.  Anyway, open your mouth and eat this.

Ezekiel:  What is it?

God:    A scroll upon which cries of grief, wails and moans are written on both sides.

Ezekiel:  No thanks I’m allergic to papyrus.

God:   It’s chocolate covered . . . .

Ezekiel:  Oh in that case, don’t mind if I do!

Ezekiel ate the scroll. (It gave him hives but God pretended not to notice.) Then God’s spirit lifted Ezekiel and carried him to another spot by the Chebar River where Ezekiel resumed eating Chebar cheese and hanging out with different group of his exiled Jewish buddies.

Seven days later God showed up again

God: Okay, here’s the deal.  If I announce that an evil man is going to die, it’s going to be your job to warn him.  If you don’t warn him to change his ways and he dies a sinner, I will hold you responsible for his death but if you do warn him and he doesn’t stop sinning he’ll die a sinner but your life will be spared. Got that?

Ezekiel:  Uh . . .well . . .  uh . . .

God:  Now get up and go into the valley and I will talk to you there.

Ezekiel:  But I just got comfortable.

God:   . . . ahem . . .

Ezekiel :  Okay okay but can I at least bring my Chebar cheese with?

God:  If you must.

Ezekiel:  Say you wouldn’t happen to have anymore of those delicious chocolate-covered scrolls  would you?

God: Yes but you can’t have any.

Ezekiel:  Why?

God:  They’re too fattening.

Ezekiel:  What are you implying?  I’ve been eating too much Chebar Cheese?

God: All I can say is that last statement of yours needs no question mark.

Eziekiel:  Well!  I’ve never been so insulted in my whole life!

God:  That robe of yours is getting awfully tight . . . just sayin’.  So anyway, next I’m going to want you to  go home and shut yourself up in the house and I’ll tie you up with ropes so you won’t be able to go out in public then I’m going to paralyze your tongue.

Eziekiel:   Wait . . . is this some sort of new-fangled diet?

God:  I’ll tell you next week in Part II.

And there you have it, Dear Readers, what Gregory learned in Sunday School.  Please check back next week to find out  what God asks of Ezekiel next and whether or not Ezekiel will lose weight and overcome his papyrus allergy.

Until next time . . . I love you

 

Ezekiel's_vision
What? You want me to eat that? Well, I’d much prefer some Chebar cheese.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uh. . . no offense, but that chocolate kinda looks like water stains.
Uh. . . no offense, but that chocolate kinda looks like water stains.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Getting Giddy Easy

Welcome Dear Readers!  I’m practically giddy.  I can’t wait to show you all the offers that came in my mailbox yesterday for little ol’ moi! (I get giddy easy.)

Let’s start with this offer from  Xfinity, shall we?

 

Xfinity offer

 Okay, nice try to get me on board with your finity, Xfinity.  

I noticed you are now calling yourself  “the future of awesome” I’m sorry but I kinda don’t think you are.

Hey, I wasn’t going to say anything but you started it by sending me your offer to let me sign up for 2-year contract wherein you will be giving me a ton of channels that I’m never going to watch for $89 for the first year without mentioning how much you are going to raise that price in the second year.

Oh, wait, I see that in order to make your offer less lame, you are also offering to make my internet faster.  But it’s already so fast that if I click on something it appears right away. Does it really need to be faster than that?  I’m just asking Xfinity. (Can I call you X?)

X!  Listen to reason! Wouldn’t that be like paying the power company extra if I want my light bulb to light up faster than the speed of light?

Well you just take your time to answer, X.  It must be a heavy burden being the future of awesome.  Just keep repeating to yourself “I am the future of awesome” until it finally makes sense. You can do it X.  I have faith in you.  (If you need me I’ll be on the phone with my power company negotiating my commission for a little idea I want to pitch to them . . .)

Okay, Hearing Aid Company, you don’t have to get all shouty.  You’re not even sure if I’m deaf yet.  I know you’re hoping I am, but calm down!

 

Shouty Hearing Aid Junk Mail
Huh?

Okay this sounds  seems like a pretty good deal.  They’re saying you get to try their hearing aid for three whole weeks to see if it works. But shouldn’t you be able to tell in, say, three minutes?  I guess they are hoping that even if you can’t hear any better, if you wear the thing for three whole weeks you’ll become so attached to it, kind of like your favorite teddy bear (only one you stuff in your ears) you’ll be compelled to buy it.

A word of caution however.  The small print says: certain types of hearing loss may require a hearing aid model that is not appropriate for the three-week free trial.  

They must mean certain types of hearing loss that occur when you have potatoes growing out of your ears, I suppose, or maybe certain types of hearing loss that occur when you can’t hear anything because your ears are being plugged by hearing aids.

 

Okay here’s something that’s just downright disturbing!

A% & % U-Verse High Speed Internet
Eerie junk mail stalking

Do you see where some weirdo junk mail stalker has written “Wow great idea!” “This could really save money!” and “Why wait? I’m calling today?”  Oh yeah?  Well butt out weirdo junk mail stalker!  This junk mail is for ME.  Get your own junk mail!

 

Hey Lookee!   I am now a professional woman!  FINALLY!

National Association of Professional Women

Okay, maybe I’m jumping the gun a little.  I’m not a professional woman quite yet.  But my membership as a professional woman has been approved!  Yup.  I’m gonna network, I’m gonna learn, I’m gonna save.  Now all I have to do is make some powerful connections, build my personal brand and sit back and watch the money roll in!

 I’m gonna be rich, Baby!

I knew it would all happen for me some day.  I never gave up hope that my status as a woman would someday reach the level of professional. After all, I’ve got 10,000 hour thing covered and them some! It was only a matter of time before National Association of Professional Woman came a knockin’.   I’m getting giddy just thinking about it!   (Did I mention I get giddy easy?)

 

Until next time . . . I love you

 

For Your Coloring Pleasure: Current Events Coloring Pages

Hello and Welcome Dear Readers! Today seems like a real good day for some current events coloring pages (gleaned from today’s obscure headlines) for your coloring pleasure! So get out your color crayons everybody and let’s get started, shall we?

Obscure Headline # 1:

Contrary to Popular Belief, Human Hands Are Not as Evolved as Chimpanzee Hands

Kurtis Hiatt from The George Washington University, tells us that from a purely evolutionary perspective, our hands represent a much more primitive anatomical structure when compared to the hands of  chimpanzees.

Apparently our hands have changed very little from that of our last common ancestor while chimpanzees have evolved significantly.

A finding which would finally explain why chimps are much better at knitting than humans are.

The More Significantly Evolved Chimpanzee Hand Coloring Page

Chimpanzee hand volunteering to knit

Obscure Headline #2:

Zoo Animals Monitored for Earthquake Clues

A popular zoo in China has become the focus of an unusual new earthquake prediction experiment.

It has long been thought that animals can predict earthquakes by sensing subtle changes in air pressure and other indicators, and now a group of researchers in China have decided to put the idea to the ultimate test by monitoring the behavior of 200 pigs and 2,000 chickens.

Whether or not any conclusive results will come from these observations remains to be seen.

The Chinese Researchers Monitoring Chickens to See if They May Be Sensing an Earthquake Coloring Page

Chinese Earthquake Researchers

 

Obscure Headline #3

Ancient Greeks Took Steps to Deter Zombies

The concept of the dead rising from their graves is certainly not unique to today.

In a cemetery near the coastal town of Kamarina in southeastern Sicily, archaeologists discovered bodies that the ancient Greeks had deliberately pinned down using heavy objects to ensure that would never rise from the dead.

Tablets transcribed with spells and curses were also found at the graves.

The Ancient Greeks’ Conclusion that Zombies Are Real Coloring Page

 Plato and Socrates discussing Zombies

 

 

Obscure Headline #4

A Drunk Man in China Hospitalized After Mistaking a Bowl of Liquid Concrete for a Bowl of Sesame Paste.

A resident of Nanjing in China’s Jiangsu province made headlines this week after he managed to eat a substantial quantity of newly mixed concrete after deciding the contents were edible.

Doctors pumped his stomach and were amazed that he survived due to the fact that the concrete had set while it was in his stomach.

Despite his ordeal, however, the man is expected to make a full recovery.

The Man Who Ate A Bowl Of Wet Cement He Thought Was Sesame Paste Coloring Page

Chinese man eats bowl of wet cement

And there you have it Dear Readers.  Hopefully these coloring pages will keep you busy for a while. 

Until next time, I love you

 

Fifties Fun with Radioactive Isotopes!

Dear Readers!  I went to the  thrift store yesterday.  I was lucky enough to find this Heinz Ketchup cookbook from 1957!

You see, back in 1957, before life was unnecessarily complicated with Twitter, Facebook and the radio alarm clock, people would stay home and cook dishes that required a lot of Heinz Ketchup.

Let’s take a peek at some of these 1957 Heinz Ketchup prize winning recipes and see if we can get a glimpse into the food lives of people from the past:

It’s Red Magic! Hey wait a minute! In 1957, during the height of the cold war against communism, it seems a little odd that Heinz Ketchup would bill their product by saying “It’s Red Magic.”

And the fact that Mother seems to be flirting with a gigantic tomato man wearing a manacle isn’t helping Heinz Ketchup’s credibility either . . .  oh well let’s just keep moving.

 

Okay, here we have Mother cooking with what looks like a radio-active bottle of Heinz Ketchup. But there’s probably a simple explanation.

Mother’s husband, Father, is probably a Nuclear Physicist who sometimes brings home radioactive isotopes from the office to put in the Ketchup bottle to freak Mother out!  That Father! Always with the pranks!  (Too bad Mother didn’t even notice!)

 

The only explanation for what Mother is doing here is that Father told Mother to take a long walk on a short pier.

Ha! That Father!  He’s always doing silly stuff like that to Mother. Of course,while Mother was taking a long walk off a short pier, she decided it might be fun to try a little fishing.  But what to use for bait?  Hm . . .

Of course, as you can see while Mother was trying to decide what to do next, the radioactive isotope Heinz Ketchup bottle fused permanently to Mother’s hand.  Father. Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.

 

Here are Mother and Father’s children, Boy and Girl. They are eating minced ham and bean sandwiches that Father made for them.

Oh that wacky Father!  He made both Boy and Girl these Ketchup bean sandwiches and is now hiding behind the Admiral Frigidaire spying on them as they try to eat their radioactive isotope Ketchup bean sandwiches.

Right about now Father is probably thinking about how he should see if Milton Berle needs any more comedy writers!

Hey who’s this? Why it’s New Mother, of course. (Old Mother had a drowning accident when she was unable to paddle to safety after falling off a short pier due to the Ketchup bottle being fused to her hand.)

But that’s okay because Father found and married New Mother later that day!  And New Mother has just cooked Father a tasty dish of  Green Beans with Ketchup!

Little does New Mother know that Father has just stuck two radioactive isotopes into the casserole dish she’s holding and Father can’t wait to see the look on New Mother’s face when she tries to set the dish down but finds that it’s fused to her hands!

Unfortunately Father didn’t get to see the look on New Mother’s face because just then the phone rang and Father ran to answer it because  — who knows — it might have been that all important call from Uncle Milty!

“I need a new comedy writer. Find out if Father’s available.”

And there you have it, Dear Readers, a glimpse into the food lives of people from the past.

Until next time . . . I love you