just had a yummy pinot grigio. trish came over to watch Across the Universe w us (clever little flick… visual aesthetics were brill!) and brought this brilliant little white wine. why do I say this ab this particular pinot grigio? well, for starters, I’m not known for my obsession over pinot grigios. to be quite honest, I’m only mildly fond of them. this one, however? yummy! it was barefoot vineyard. a bit tart, pretty fruity, and the goodness took me by surprise! fans and anti-fans of pinot grigios, as the warm days approach… Barefoot Pinot Grigio is a must try.
Monthly Archive for April, 2009
so. you’re looking at that bottle of landshark and you’re thinking, holy crap, this girl has gone off the deep end! there are at least 3 problems with that beer! 1. it’s in the bathtub. which means she brought her MacBook Mojo into the bath! 2. it’s a beer! and she’s supposed to blog ab wine! 3. it’s a bottle of landshark. is she allowed to show labels like that? isn’t that like advertising?
let me address your very appropriate concerns. cuz let’s be honest… I would totally jump you if our roles were switched. so. in numerical order. 1. I did NOT bring my precious baby MacBook into the bathtub! what kind of Mac mommy do you think I am?! incidentally, yes, MacBook’s name is, in fact, Mojo. you know you wish you thought of it first. anyway… I’m able to blog from the comfort from the tub sans Mojo thanks to my brilliant big brother-in-law dan. if you’re in the RVa area of the USofA and have any computer troubles (mac or pc, cuz he has mad skills like that!) he can be found at FarrellIT (that letter right before the T is a capital i… this font doesn’t show it too well though /: ) anywho… my iPhone (named Tiki, in case you were wondering) has been gifted w the capabilities to blog on the go. weeee!
2. beer does not equal wine. right-o! but it’s alright! I do not discriminate! it’s true. wine is my drug of choice. however, beer is great. there’s a country song out, and I love it. the chorus goes, “God is great, beer is good, people are crazy.” if you can find a phrase truer than that, please send it me. in fact, I dare you to find something truer than that. beer is easy breezy lovey yummy. totally different than wine, and not even capable of being compared. try not to do it again, ‘kay? <3 you though!
3. am I allowed to show you my landshark label? um, heckles yes. in fact, I believe I am obligated to. here's why I say that. margaritaville is my sacred haven in a scary world. so, naturally, anything they (or jimmy buffett, for that matter!) becomes my right to proudly exhibit. I do not claim it as mine. I give all credit to buffett's masterminds at margaritaville. I just wanted you to know what I was up to.
so, now the bath water's getting chilly, and I gotta go find ab 43 blankets to keep me warm.
cheers!
and many thanks and a major high 5 to dan for making pocketwinesnob.com portable! look for pics and posts ab many wines I'll be having w dinners (: yay!
day 9… progress. the now infamous trident wrapper has moved. not gone away, but moved. i said progress, not resolution… the wrapper is exactly one stair lower than it has been for the last 8 days. how curious! has someone else been playing my game…? i would love to meet my mystery trident partner if you exist! if it’s just the wind playing games with me, then go away. and take that stupid piece of trash with you so i create drama somewhere else in my life.
i felt everyone else would be as intrigued with this story’s evolution as i am. if you’re not, go read someone else’s blog. no, don’t. i was just kidding when i said that. i love you.
i am equally disgusted and amused with the scenario that has entered my life a short time ago. a mysterious trident (the gum, not the 3-pronged spear the all the powerful greek gods have) wrapper showed up on the stairwell to the floor that our apartment is on. my little brother tells me we live in garden style apartments, which apparently means everything except the apartments themselves is open. so i expect if the maintenance crew or some good hearted passerby hadn’t fixed the wrapper situation by now, the wind might have. not so. you see, the wrapper showed up exactly one week ago today- even to the hour. normally, i would be the one picking the trash up, considering i am that annoying “save the earth” “don’t waste” “live green” tree-hugging type, but for some reason, curiosity has gotten the best of me, and i am absolutely desperate to see how long it sits there before either nature or a person with a sense of responsibility takes care of it. there is a problem, though, and it makes me wish for a quick resolution that does not require my interference. our lease at this complex ends in 15 days. which means that some random good hearted person needs to get lost in my frustrated part of baltimore county, or a hurricane needs to form, turn outside its expected trajectory, and blow exclusively through allyson gardens 2. i don’t care which, but it needs to happen in the next 2 weeks so i can see how long that wrapper will stay there.
i don’t know about you, but if either scenario is going to happen? my money goes on the hurricane.
cuz the only tree hugger on this side of baltimore county swore out of the game to watch the results.
obviously, i spent less time with superman comic books than necessary to make the title of this post confident in its accuracy.
anywaaay… i remember why i logged on early. sadly, it was not to tell you ab the wonders of sugar coated marshmallow madness. i wanted to tell you ab the greatest idea i have ever ever ever had. but i’ll get to it in a minute. i want to precede it with a few of the world’s greatest ideas ever first, so you know where mine falls in the mix.
1. the stone age folks around 8500 - 4000 BC who first started drinking wine (yay! thanks, guys!)
2. my sister-in-law, who suggested that the easiest way for us to move into our new apartment is to leave everything behind in our old apartment and just buy new stuff to fill our new apartment. quite brilliant. now… the best bank to rob…
3. my idea. that’s right. my idea is #3 on the world’s best ideas ever. so, yeah. that’s where i stand on the richter scale of intelligence. here’s how i got there. the third saturday of may, i’m hosting a clothing swap. (at our new, bigger, better apartment!) anyway, girls only, all that jazz. the goodies start here: first: sangrias. of course will make an appearance. snacks go without mentioning. oops! i mentioned. AND?! and! it’s not just a clothing swap. it’s a book swap too! a clothing book swap! yay! if you wanna come, (cuz you KNOW you do - let’s face it, who doesn’t!?) lemme know… i’ll get you directions.
much love,
see you may 17!
hope everyone had a great Easter yesterday! my mother-in-law did the UNthinkable and got me a box of peeps. the bunnies, no less! several reasons why this is bad. 1. my typing fingers now have ADD. i have backspaced more than i have typed the correct letters. 2. the box of chick peeps has 8 chicks. the box of bunny peeps has 12 bunnies. 4 bunnies disappeared last night, and this morning, my tongue was blue. (did i forget to mention the peeps might be… blue?) just now, i glanced over, and 4 more bunnies are missing, and now i feel quite ill. also? if she got me the chick peeps, i wouldn’t have to worry ab when the last 4 will go missing. because there would be no more to go missing. that being said, i really like peeps (even though i HATE the nausea that inevitably comes with them) and i’m glad she had the forsite to get the box of bunnies. oh yeah - 3. i also have mental ADD. i pulled out my chemistry homework ab an hour ago, and it’s been staring at me from the couch for ab 59 minutes. 4. the sugar rush - i’m torn between a nap and a cocaine-like sugar dance that could propel me around the apartment like a lunatic on meth. even thinking ab that makes the nap sound more appealing. but then again, to dance… ugh! the backspacing is getting ridiculous! i’m going to calm down with a glass of wine (the reason my mother-in-law says i have a 4.0! she’s so wise!) and i’ll be back with more candy coated wisdom.
peace, love, and pop rocks, ya’ll!
no, not the happy, warm weather kind of spring. the kind of spring that you used to push down the stairs and they boinged and stretched as they reached each new step. the long, stretchy coil that was hours of endless personal entertainment. remember those? well, i bring them up for a reason. sort of. as i type this, i’m sitting on the couch unwinding from a long day. (think, the longest day ever). and believe me, i am tightly wound today! the safest way to unwind, i’ve found, is to sip a luxurious glass of chianti. it puts a smile on my face and a silly tune in my mouth. it especially keeps me from unwinding so fast that i lacerate everyone within laceration proximity. chianti? is one of my favorite wines. ever. one of these days, i’ll go into a long, excited monologue about the wonders of chianti. for now, i’ll keep it simple and remind you to slowly unwind and message your insides with a yummy treat from my favorite form of grape. anywho… go. fill your glass with your favorite wine. i’ll be back soon, and we’ll love on some more fermented grapeys (:
cheers!
it has been my intention for several years to get a tattoo. not just any tattoo, though. a fantastic tattoo that would show my love for art and beauty. i always thought i would design my own unique piece of art for my own little body canvas (teehee!) , but recently i stumbled across 2 amazing pieces that i would totally be okay with swiping. i love them both, and think they would both look fantastic as full arm sleeves.
so… now i just have to find enough the money in the couch to finance this beautiful adventure… so unless my couch is a magic couch (which it’s not) i’ll have to convince my husband that electricity is only important at night, so maybe we can work something out with electric company where we only pay them, like, never, cuz i NEED one of these sleeves.
i think i’m leaning toward the first one. any thoughts/opinions?