(Say no more)
In this recent recession all of us, yes, ALL of us have had to make decisions about cutting back where we can. For me, and this hurt like hell, it meant that I would be going to Starbucks less - - I refuse to give up my Starbucks, but I have essentially begun to drink on my own without having to use the drip any longer. I am what the doctors would call "recovering". The addiction is strong, it holds me at times, it teases me, and in some cases (usually in my dreams) it OWNS me. I am on the righteous and noble path of - - making good recession decisions.
Rather than spending more than $6 a day at the local brewmasters I am using my home-based coffee pot and only going to an actual physical building with a big green circular advertisement once or twice a week and when I do I don't get the heavy weighted four or six shot, I'm doing the basic, standard, average tall cup of coffee in a grande cup. Believe me, if I can do this, you can do this. YOU CAN save your money. YOU can make a difference. YOU can recover from your...addiction.
I've never lived outside of my means really in terms of owning a huge house, new cars, or even going to fashion stores for clothes. I'm more of an Old Navy, Kohl's, American Eagle kind of girl -- so I was really having a hard time finding ways to cut back. I don't turn my lights on in the house until late in the evening, and I use so much less water than most. I knew instinctively where I had to change and I put it off as long as I could. It does help that I now live more than 3 miles from the nearest Starbucks, but I do find myself traveling that way - - sort of just drifting toward the store. I can't help it, it's in my blood.
My daughter smokes and she's promised also to lessen the amount of cigarettes that she intakes because it's simply too expensive to kill herself at this time. She has taken up gum chewing and playing SIMS 3 online - - with her new attraction to the internet fantasy world she has created ME and she's created a man for me and she makes my character do things I wouldn't ordinarily do with this man. The Sim-Jude is having conversations wtih this man inside my house. I don't do that. I don't bring men to my house. She's making him ask me out, she's making me say yes, and she's making me giggle and act like a freaking Aries! (Sorry Mom, you and I both know we're not alike) FINE...what she needs to do is have my happy little Sims butt walking or driving my new red flashy Sims car to the nearest STARBUCKS where I can (or my Sims can) drink and drink and drink...I can spend fantasy money, I can get all the fantasy coffee I could ever want...but no, I have to hang out with this guy that looks like ...wait a minute. I recognize this guy Caity. THANK YOU!! Oh, you do love me. Nevermind.
Coffee is a good thing and unlike cigarettes you can abuse it all you want. That's all I have to say about that!