*Tap Tap Tap*
Is this thing on?
I don't know how long it will last, but here's another attempt at starting this thing up again. So let's get out our Swiffers and dust the blog off and place your bets at when I'll abandon it again. Leaving my lovely fans (re: no one) disappointed once more.
I have a good excuse though: I'm a mommy now. Mommies don't have time to think for themselves, remember to check for toilet paper before sitting down in the bathroom, or even to use said facility in peace, so I just haven't had the time or energy to write here. There are still updates... that I need to UPdate again, at my son Toby's blog but it really doesn't say anything on what I've been doing. Not that I actually have been doing anything at all, but in case one ever wanted to pretend that Mommies were normal people too... you might believe I've had a secret life going on that you've missed out on because *sniffle*, I haven't posted here.
Speaking of mommies, and I probably will bore you on the subject of parenthood, I've become quite the mommy cyber nerd. Did you know they have online playgroups? Basically a place for moms of the kids born in the same month of the same year to post to each other about how tired they are, what IS that rash on my kid's bum, and have you SEEN the clearance deals at Target?!? It's tres exciting, really. That's where I met one of my now closest friends, K. K lives in Mississippi just over two hours from here, and DH and I have gone over a few weekends to relax and hang out at her house. My DH gets along well with her DH... in fact they're like little schoolboys hanging with their best friends, it's cute... and we have sons the same age who teach each other how to get into even more trouble.
It's great, hanging out at another new parent's house. You don't have to worry about appearances, or even feel dorky that the new exciting thing to do in your life is take a trip down Target's clearance aisles (seriously, and it IS that much fun!). Oh how I heart Target.
Anyway, I can hang at K's house in pajamas all day, no bra, hair in a ponytail and let my son terrorize her living room with her son, both either in pajamas themselves or just in a diaper as they take apart the remote control and pull speaker wires out of the wall. We'll throw a sippy of juice and graham cracker in there for them to fight over with the dogs, and everyone is happy. Good times.
This last visit though, left me rough. K got me drunk, and not just drunk, but frunk (effin' drunk). It didn't take much, two glasses of wine... but let me tell you about wine and two redneck moms dying for a good night of company thinking they'll have some class...
We went to this fancy "wine and spirits" store. You know it's fancy because they sell "spirits", not "liquor" and certainly no beer (have to stop at the gas station to get the guys' booze on the way home). We browsed the aisles of wine on these cute wooden racks with their corresponding home country's flags sitting above, and landed in the Italy section staring at what seemed to be a decent bottle of red wine. For $6.00! K says, "I've heard of this, they say it's good but fruity."
Not to be outdone, I pipe up with "Oh I like fruity! Let's try it!"
Le Sigh. First mistake, not realizing the screwtop, or that hellloooooo it's SIX bucks! Second mistake, not recognizing the name as one of the trashiest white trash drinkin' wine out there.. even in my husband's country! When it's an international sign of trashiness, you know it has to be good. Or... infamous. Let's just stick to infamous. The bottle was Lambruzco Riunite.
Yes. You read that right. Lambruzco. Lambruzco!
It tasted like a mixture of Nyquil and Welch's grape fizzy drink. Honestly. And that's a quite generous description. But we paid $6.00 and with laughing men at home, we drank the entire bottle pretending it wasn't so bad, just to avoid the embarrassment.
Two days later and K is still hungover and feeling sick. Three days later I spend the entire day in bed. I don't know if had any connection to the classy wine, but I'm going to go out on a limb and blame the wine.
Next time it will be premixed mudslides, something we can't mess up and know is good. If there ever is a next time. I bet the next weekend we spend together we'll stick with our Starbucks while walking the clearance aisles at Target.
I don't know how long it will last, but here's another attempt at starting this thing up again. So let's get out our Swiffers and dust the blog off and place your bets at when I'll abandon it again. Leaving my lovely fans (re: no one) disappointed once more.
I have a good excuse though: I'm a mommy now. Mommies don't have time to think for themselves, remember to check for toilet paper before sitting down in the bathroom, or even to use said facility in peace, so I just haven't had the time or energy to write here. There are still updates... that I need to UPdate again, at my son Toby's blog but it really doesn't say anything on what I've been doing. Not that I actually have been doing anything at all, but in case one ever wanted to pretend that Mommies were normal people too... you might believe I've had a secret life going on that you've missed out on because *sniffle*, I haven't posted here.
Speaking of mommies, and I probably will bore you on the subject of parenthood, I've become quite the mommy cyber nerd. Did you know they have online playgroups? Basically a place for moms of the kids born in the same month of the same year to post to each other about how tired they are, what IS that rash on my kid's bum, and have you SEEN the clearance deals at Target?!? It's tres exciting, really. That's where I met one of my now closest friends, K. K lives in Mississippi just over two hours from here, and DH and I have gone over a few weekends to relax and hang out at her house. My DH gets along well with her DH... in fact they're like little schoolboys hanging with their best friends, it's cute... and we have sons the same age who teach each other how to get into even more trouble.
It's great, hanging out at another new parent's house. You don't have to worry about appearances, or even feel dorky that the new exciting thing to do in your life is take a trip down Target's clearance aisles (seriously, and it IS that much fun!). Oh how I heart Target.
Anyway, I can hang at K's house in pajamas all day, no bra, hair in a ponytail and let my son terrorize her living room with her son, both either in pajamas themselves or just in a diaper as they take apart the remote control and pull speaker wires out of the wall. We'll throw a sippy of juice and graham cracker in there for them to fight over with the dogs, and everyone is happy. Good times.
This last visit though, left me rough. K got me drunk, and not just drunk, but frunk (effin' drunk). It didn't take much, two glasses of wine... but let me tell you about wine and two redneck moms dying for a good night of company thinking they'll have some class...
We went to this fancy "wine and spirits" store. You know it's fancy because they sell "spirits", not "liquor" and certainly no beer (have to stop at the gas station to get the guys' booze on the way home). We browsed the aisles of wine on these cute wooden racks with their corresponding home country's flags sitting above, and landed in the Italy section staring at what seemed to be a decent bottle of red wine. For $6.00! K says, "I've heard of this, they say it's good but fruity."
Not to be outdone, I pipe up with "Oh I like fruity! Let's try it!"
Le Sigh. First mistake, not realizing the screwtop, or that hellloooooo it's SIX bucks! Second mistake, not recognizing the name as one of the trashiest white trash drinkin' wine out there.. even in my husband's country! When it's an international sign of trashiness, you know it has to be good. Or... infamous. Let's just stick to infamous. The bottle was Lambruzco Riunite.
Yes. You read that right. Lambruzco. Lambruzco!
It tasted like a mixture of Nyquil and Welch's grape fizzy drink. Honestly. And that's a quite generous description. But we paid $6.00 and with laughing men at home, we drank the entire bottle pretending it wasn't so bad, just to avoid the embarrassment.
Two days later and K is still hungover and feeling sick. Three days later I spend the entire day in bed. I don't know if had any connection to the classy wine, but I'm going to go out on a limb and blame the wine.
Next time it will be premixed mudslides, something we can't mess up and know is good. If there ever is a next time. I bet the next weekend we spend together we'll stick with our Starbucks while walking the clearance aisles at Target.
