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!
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!
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?
hello, friends!
i know it’s been a long time since i last visited. too long in fact. and for that, i offer my apologies to those who will accept.
please don’t misunderstand my absence for laziness or apathy. i’ve been busy. not the “i’m trying to avoid you” kind of busy… the kind of busy where i’m swirling through my life and i can’t seem to figure out which way is up and which way is the deadly bottom of the ocean. allow me to explain. to start, there’s my educational endeavor. i am currently maintaining a 4.0 as a chemistry major, of which i am obscenely proud and busting my booty to continue. with 9.5 month until graduation, i have become insanely addicted to the number 4.0. then, we have the issue of my employment. to help pay the bills (because, unfortunately, this adorable website just won’t shoot out money like an obsessively stocked atm) i work in a pharmacy making sure people don’t die. finally, i have been working on a secret little project which i am now happy to proclaim is public information. i am officially a published artist! and yes, i do paint. i am the proud artist of the cover of a book that is being published by Nousemoise Publishing. the book is called Each moment, only once by my brilliant author friend, David L. Young. the book is available now for pre-order, synopsis-viewing, and cover-ogling at Barnes and Noble’s website. the book will be available for holding and reading on june 1 of this year. because i am so generous, i’ve done all the work, and now all you have to do is look here: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Each-moment-only-Once/David-L-Young/e/9780982286654/?itm=1
so now maybe you’ll believe that i have indeed been busy. i’m back now, and you’ll be happy now i’ve been research delicious wines for you to try. more on that soon. maybe tonight?
cheers, loves!
yes, an oven. may it rest in pieces. in my quest to honor my heroes, today i made cookies for the veterans that frequent the pharmacy i work in. so, i made 6 dozen cookies, and threw 2 dozen out. why? because my oven had a seizure and progressively continued to increase in heat until it was no longer at the 325 degree preset. by the time i pulled my blackened (nope, not the yummy cajun kind) rocky road cookies out of the oven, the internal thermometer in that stupid hot box read 550 degrees. what happened?!? hence my severe frustration. this adventure lead me to believe i have married a saint. while most husbands would overreact with wild amounts of fear, my darling husband laughed when he received this text message this morning: “the apartment smells like i had a cookie bonfire in it, which i TECHNICALLY! didn’t. also, i hate that oven.” my patient spouse is the best roommate ever. so anywho… now i’m stuck with the smell of scorched cookies, and no matter what i do, it WILL NOT GO AWAY. ps… that smell is not as good as one would hope. so, bummer. please, someone tell me what to do with 24 giant, dark black rocky road cookies, or that awful smell that has filled our tiny apartment!
ok. so this has been on my mind majorly. in light of the recent (like, yesterday) election, i’ve decided to become vocal on this matter. i promise not to get too preachy, but lately things have been getting ridiculous. primarily, i need to admit… i HATE politics. let’s just break that word down for a hot second here. poli. that means many. as in a lot. the second part of the word “politics”? ic. as in ick. like gross. so here we are, engrossed in voting over a lot of grossness. so now that the election is over, let’s talk about what the crap just happened. i seriously don’t care who won. both candidates are highly incompetent, frivolous, and lack adequate oxygen flow to the brain. now, as a general rule, american society doesn’t really get to me. but this election season, i feel confident i could have shaken everyone if i thought the consequences would have been anything other than miserable. to vote for a candidate based on the color of their skin is just laughable. yet, this is the situation we have found ourselves in. the color of your skin is as arbitrary as the color of your eyes, the width of your hips, or whether you prefer stilettos to flats. yes, it’s genetic. which means it’s pre-determined. you do not get to select your skin color any more than you get to select your sperm/ovary donor or the quality of your infant-hood upon your arrival. i cannot understand the reasoning over selecting an individual to run an entire power house based on how they look under a suit. (ps: barack, you are NOT black. i repeat - NOT BLACK.) GASP! yes, folks, obama is just as much white as he is black, so for him to claim an anglo heritage would be just as feasible as his claim of an african heritage. this is not to bash obama. i seriously don’t care about him. this is exclusively to take a brief look at one reason for the stupidity of our great nation.
second order of business. november 11 is probably one of the most important days on this country’s calender. for those of you googling or scrambling to find the calender, it’s veteran’s day. the most noble citizens in this country have to know they’re appreciated. whether you support or hate the current war is irrelevant. our armed forces are brave, humble, and heroes beyond anything i could imagine. if we can’t respect our soldiers, who can we respect? there is no citizen who is more deserving and less appreciated than this group of great people. soldiers are why i’m proud to be an american. no single human deserves a holiday more, yet year after year, these heroes go unnoticed and unrecognized. it is one of the most appalling crimes we could commit against humanity. how can we ignore them? things need to change, and we need to change it NOW. these greats are dying in other countries so other citizens can enjoy the freedoms we take for granted. i do not care if you voted or not yesterday. but there are other countries where the citizens are only allowed to vote now because of OUR soldiers! why? because our soldiers care about humanity more than the rest of us who sit at home forgetting about the thousands of huge hearts who may or may not see their families this christmas.
i cannot stress enough my apathy towards your political view point or whether or not you voted. but i’m begging you… please don’t forget our heroes. don’t let another year go by where our soldiers feel unappreciated. don’t let the spouses of the fallen feel the cold wind of our forgetfulness. don’t let their children think they’ve died in vain. i’m begging, remember our soldiers.
so, this is my first ever blog on my first ever blog page. it was a Christmas gift from my brother-in-law and his darling wife last year, but I’m the biggest jerk and the worst family member ever, since i’m only just now deciding i’m obsessed with blogging (sorry, dan and alicia). i’m also obsessed with wine, books, and shoes, just fyi. i intend to tell you all about my favorite grape-inspired beverages on my “wine-ing” page, and on my “life” page, i’ll dish the gossip of my local hometown pals, gripe about work, brag about my hobbies, and drag on endlessly about what interests me. please visit back often, as i intend to captivate you with witty comments, snide remarks, wise insights (teehee!) and suggestions on which wine to enjoy and which to run from.
cheers.
