The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

The Good:

***We just got a Keurig coffeemaker at work. With Green Mountain coffee!!! I was introduced to Green Mountain coffee back in college and fell in love with the Rainforest Nut flavor. When I realized I could have it delivered at home, I was over the moon. When I further realized just how expensive a coffee habit can be, I decided it was more fun to be pleasantly surprised when I discover it in a coffee house or bodega I happen to be patronizing. Ahem.
As for the whole Keurig dispenser idea, I've been a bit ambivalent. Yes the whole concept of no measuring and a different flavor every cup is enticing, but then you've got to weigh it against all the trash and consumerism of it all that has become the bane of our existence. This could probably be on my "The Bad" list as well.
Of course, let's not leave off (at least for the next few weeks) the novelty of it all. There are so many flavors, so many choices, so many unlimited amounts of paper cups to fill! I've actually even already determined the fact that I could go out and buy a flavor I want to keep at my desk and single serve myself. I've already had three different flavors, and there are plenty more waiting to be discovered. Having weaned myself off coffee last summer, I'm already feeling the effects of the caffeine and sugar. I might have to re-wean myself after today alone. I quickly see this becoming "The Ugly".

***There were peel and eat shrimp at the salad bar I go to for lunch. Score! 'nough said.

The Bad:

*** I'm going out for dinner and an outdoor movie. Which does actually sound like it should be on the "Good" list. And it would be except for the fact that I can't remember the name of the person I'm going with. There's a singles/professionals group I'm part of, and I met this girl there at one of the happy hours. Actually I've met her twice, but when you go to happy hours there's always so many people that you run into/meet, and depending on how happy you decide to get that night, things can be a bit hazy later. The second time I met her she gave me her Facebook profile name, but it's different from her actual name as she's a doctor and she wants to keep her anonymity, you know, to protect the innocent. So I'm hoping, I can sort of slip it in again and discover what her name is and remember it this time without her analyzing me too much. Oh, did I mention she's a psychiatric-type doctor? Ahem, again.

The Ugly:

*** House prices. Or more specifically, what we can expect to sell our house for. I know I haven't written too much about my mom. You were probably starting to wonder about my blog premise, and if there was a mom involved at all. Well, I've been trying to keep things light on this blog. And truthfully, things can get a bit heated and frustrating when it comes to my mom and our whole situation. With my mom and me AND SISTER (oh, did I forget to mention her earlier?) all living together for the past four years in the house cum preschool cum house that is a work in progress, things can get a bit tense quite often.
We moved in together at a transition point for all of us, figuring we'd pool our resources and come out better at the other end. Well that should have been only for about a year. But since it's turned into four years, and things in many ways are worse than when we started and certainly not better, we've decided to transition again. But to our own places this time (my idea). In order to go our separate ways though, we need to sell this house/school building first. And with the housing market being such that it is, this will be no easy feat. We've had some realtors come out to look at the house, and in the half-a**ed (excuse me, half-finished) state it's currently in, the numbers aren't looking good. Not awful, but not what we were hoping, and not what my mom keeps insisting she needs to survive. Ahem, (the third?) We have two more realtors coming on Saturday. We'll see what that day brings.

And the Funny: (had to throw this in, couldn't end on a sour note)

(As I get into my new car that my mom is picking me up in - is it just me or is everyone else in my family getting way more use out of my new car than I am?)
Me: Wow, you've really got the air pumping.
Mom: Well, it's so hot in here.
Me: Uh, Mom? Why do you have the seat warmers on? If you push on the dial, it turns the seat warmers on. You have to turn it to get the air blowing.
Mom: Oh, is that why it's so hot in here? I just thought I was having a hot flash!
Me: Yeah Mom. That would be why you're feeling all toasty.