I’ve been lucky enough to fall in love twice in my life.
The first time, love snuck up without warning. On a crisp December evening I opened my door to a man I had been getting to know for several months. Imagine my surprise when standing there, doorknob in hand, I discovered that somewhere along the way I had fallen in love with this friend. Even more surprising? He had fallen in love with me as well. The rest, as they say, is 17 years of history.
The second time I fell in love was less surprising. I guess you could say I was older, wiser. Maybe I was simply more in touch with my feelings or the sensation of love was recognizable since I had experienced it once before. Truthfully, though, I think the reason falling in love this second time was easy because I had secretly been coveting this object of my affection from afar for quite some time.
I should be ashamed. I know that coveting is a terrible sin and nasty business. But I couldn’t resist. It began to consume my thoughts. I found myself asking others about it, trying to get information. I concocted silly excuses to be places where I knew my obsession could be found. It had become a common theme in my conversations. The mouth is the well-spring of the heart and my heart was truly consumed by my obsession.
2 years ago, on a warm Southern California September evening much like tonight, my secret crush was revealed. It was clear I had not kept my coveting under wraps as well as I thought and it was time to face the music… head on, in the parking lot of Bucca di Beppos, in front of my family and a friend.
“I have something for you. It’s your birthday gift.”
“You do? What is it?”
“It’s something we all know you want but you tried to hide.”
“What do you mean? What would I possibly hide from you?”
“Don’t be ashamed. Don’t try to deny it. Turn around and see.”
And there it was. The object of my affection. My second love. The thing I had coveted for months. My precious…
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First trip to Tahoe 2012 |
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Cute vacation mugs |
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More cute vacation mugs |
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Um, not so cute vacation mugs |
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Let’s pretend we’re at Starbucks! |
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Brewing? You sure about that? You say you’re brewing, but clearly you are not because my mug is EMPTY!! Lies! |
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I’m sorry, I don’t believe you. You’ve lied one too many times. |
And 3 full days of unplugging and resetting, it was clear the film of deceit, brokenness and hard water could not be removed from the Keurig. It’s hardened heart and calcium-crusted filter just could not be descaled. And it was time to part ways and say goodbye.
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So long, old friend. Thanks for the memories. |
I know one day I will look back on these years and it won’t hurt so much. For now, though, it’s difficult. The mornings are cold and lonely and the nights… Oh, the nights.
1. Coffee is coffee is coffee for me, so the it tastes just as good.
2. It’s a bit spacey looking for my taste, but I can live with it.
3. It sounds like a breast pump when it’s brewing. I swear I’m going to start leaking every time I make a freaking cup of coffee.
4. You can choose your cup size (coffee, not boob) and that’s pretty cool. Lucky for me I am able to brew a whole heck of a lot more than I was ever able to pump!
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When you regularly use a coffee machine you make a relation with it and feels very bad when you are replacing your bad coffee maker with the new one.
Thanks
Finn Felton
Kopi Luwak
Why thank you, Fin. I looked at your fine coffee website and truth be told, I just don’t think I’m refined enough to drink coffee that approximately $100/lb. but thanks for your insight;)
Vicky
Ahhh! I just told my parents I want a Keurig for Christmas this year. That’s it. Just feed my addiction. I’m so sorry this happened to your beloved coffee maker. If I were there right now, I’d take you to Starbucks.
I would love to join you for a Starbucks Holly! And if your parents, I mean Santa, get you a Keurig for Christmas do not get the new Vue. That’s what I got as my replacement and I don’t love it. It sounds like a breast pump when it’s brewing- no joke.
V
Keurig is my secret lover, too! I can also remember the day we fell in love…it was a spring morning in a Knoxville hotel! I’ve even asked my husband “do you think on our next camping trip we can get a tent site with electric so we can bring the Keurig?”
That little coffee machine is magic!
I love that you remember the day too Jen! And camping with your Keurig seems totally reasonable to me, by the way;)
V
Hope you’re great. Life’s been so busy I’m behind on all my blog reading!
OMG, I was all “VICKY’S BEEN NAUGHTY!!!” when I started to read this post!!! Nicely done!
My parents have a Keurig. It’s one of the best parts of visiting them. 🙂
I was the one who introduced you to your 2nd love. I’m so sorry and saddened that you have experienced this terrible loss. The tears are litterally running down my face while reading this, okay….mostly from laughter! Hilarious.
You crack me up!! I don’t drink coffee, I’ve just never really cared for it, unless it’s all sugar and milk with a tough of coffee flavor (but that doesn’t really count). So many people have these and love them, and hey, Christmas is coming up and red is a great Christmas color!!
I read this while I was in Ireland (pardon my social media braggidocio-ness) but couldn’t comment from my iPad or phone or whatever I was using. Anyway…pretty funny stuff. I DO love my Keurig. I hope it never craps out on me. Such betrayal you’ve endured.
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