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?
let’s talk wine, shall we? it would be silly to deny my affection (yes, affection) for wine. hence, the website. before we get down to the business of the grape, let’s all make sure we’re on the same page. i love wine. i am picky about my wine, however. i love reds. i love big, heavy reds. i love them even more when they’re served in those big, globe-y red wine glasses where a typical wine pour only takes up the bottom inch of the glass and the rest is empty to allow the wine to open. as far as reds go for me, the bigger, the better. i love shiraz, tannats, syrahs, zinfandels. i also enjoy the lighter side of reds, like pinot noir. falling in the middle of the red scale is the cabernet sauvignon, and of course, my all time favorite, the chianti. i also occasionally like a glass of white wine. my top pick for white wine would be a sauvignon blanc, though typically i’ll default to a red. i AM a wine snob. i do not claim to have the end-all-wine-debates answer to any wine topic. i do claim to be an excessively picky wine drinker, and tend to favor wines that do not come in jug-sized bottles or bottles shaped like animals or shoes.
i promise to be open with my assessments of the wines i post about, if you promise to be open and try a few i recommend, and maybe some i recommend against! i also promise to try a few of your suggestions… who knows? maybe they’ll wind up here!
here’s to a long, wine-sharing adventure that brings stemmed glasses of purple (or white, if you choose!) to any open hand that accepts.
cheers!
i insist that we talk about this statement for a brief paragraph.
“rain does NOT equal hydrochloric acid.”
ponder this for a moment, please.
done pondering? ok. rain IS, however, water. it will make your car wet. it may make your hair frizzy. it might even make your mascara run. and you know what? i will laugh at 2 of these 3 “problems.” but i won’t hit you because of them.
back to the HCl thing. rain is NOT corrosive. it will NOT cause your car to dissolve at highway speeds. it will NOT melt your skin. it will NOT make you bald. but if you insist on going 30 mph in the fast lane on the biggest highway in the state of maryland because it’s raining? i. will. hit. you.
let’s discuss the whole rain-falling-down thing. it rains all the time all over the world. the rain thing? not a natural disaster. just nature being… nature. i assume pretty much everyone has taken a shower. showers are not scary, right? if the water from the shower makes you extra cautious to rinse and repeat, then i agree that you should drive extra cautiously as well. however, if like most americans, you take your shower in stride with the rest of your day, please, please, please consider rain the equivalent of just a really big shower, and drive with a little more common sense. otherwise, i consider you a threat. i understand that extra caution is required when a big metal machine moves on wet ground, but to drive 1/3 of the posted speed limit on a rainy day is dangerous to yourself and your fellow drivers. plus, it makes me angry, and that’s just ugly.
thanks for listening.
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!
it’s the day after thanksgiving. substitute early morning shopping with a cup of hot coffee, and that’s my black friday. sleeping in late, reading my books, sipping delicious coffee, browsing my favorite celebrity stalker sites… that is my favorite way to spend a day off. especially when the rest of the world is scrambling around over-populated retail stores fighting over potential holiday gifts.
in other delicious news, my favorite author of the moment is releasing her new book on may 5, 2009! i so do not care what it’s about. it will become mine, and as i have done in the past with her 3 previous books, i will devour it probably inside a 48 hour window. the book is called “pretty in plaid”, and features a pair of argyle stockings that are absolutely so hideous that you can’t help but fall in love with them. let the countdown to may 5 begin. and pass very quickly.
ps- go read anything by jen lancaster that you can possibly get your hands on.
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.
