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favorite 5 word sentence

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<– this is my mother's favorite wine. It's actually the only wine she'll drink. It's tasty and inexpensive. And sometimes on my way home, I stop off a buy her a bottle. (or 2)

I tend to go to the same stores where they all know me by name (Norm! MELF!) or by tattoo, or by hair. (or maybe by my Bend and Snap…) Anyway, last night I stopped off at a store I don’t go to very often and a new boy waited on me.

“May I see your ID?” he asked as I placed the wine on the counter.

I blushed and batted my eyes appropriately snorted.

“Sure.” I handed it over. (I’m blonde in my ID so that sometimes throws them off for a second.)

“69?” he asked. “For real?”

“For real. I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“Damn. Yeah, but I’m pretty sure I’d date you anyway.”

*love*

I’m 41. I’ll be 42 in March. There are people I graduated high school with who are already grandparents. There are people who are younger than me who already LOOK like grandparents. So the fact that I’m still getting carded is teh awesome.

Here’s hoping I never look like a MawMaw even when I am one…

*cheers!*

stuff and such and a giveaway!

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More great reviews for LOVE SUCKS! and also a give away…

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So, onto the “stuff and such” portion of today’s blog.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just wanted a do over? Yesterday started out fine. I was in a great mood. Had a great Sunday night. Other than being a little sleepy, I almost actually looking forward to the day ahead.

And then *it* happened.

I’m not exactly sure what *it* is, but I know that suddenly, the day just seemed to take a big ol’ dump on me. Somehow, someway, for some reason my good day turned to poo so by the time the boys and I got home, I was Mrs. Crankypants.

Now, I don’t know about you, but when Mrs. Crankypants takes over, things don’t ever seem to improve. I try to make Mrs. Cp go away, but she doesn’t. And then the boys start bickering and smart off to me, and then Ruby the Pug and Clementine the Tart get into it like cartoon cats and dogs, and then my full glass of wine (KIM CATTRAL CRAWFORD wine at that!) got knocked to floor…and shattered. And I still had to do dishes and get laundry going.

Thankfully, I had an unopened bottle of wine. I did my chores, poured me a lovely glass, and sat down to chill. Then I kicked Rader’s tail at some Uno while we watched LIE TO ME. (then he kicked mine, then I kicked his, then he kicked mine. We quit while we were Even)

I went to bed and slept like the dead. And this morning, I saw a beautiful sunrise while driving Rader to football practice. Today is gonna be a good day. I think I’ll have an Atomic Fireball to celebrate…

no-wine wednesday?

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yeah. I’m detoxing right now. Last night while we were at Touchdown Sally’s, my friend Wade nearly choked on his beer when he realized I was drinking only water.

“No beer?” he asked. “No beer on purpose?”

And the guys at SO might do the same tonight when I don’t indulge in my weekly love affair with Kim Cattrall Crawford.

It’s back to fitness time. I’ve been slacking for a few months and now I’m getting fluffy again. Soft and marshmallowy. This is NOT good. This is NOT what I worked so hard for last year. Nope. So I started Monday with my fruits/veggies/lean protiens/whole wheat grains regimen. I actually already feel better. I walked 3 days last week–an hour each time. I walked yesterday. If it’s not raining this afternoon, I’ll walk today. BEFORE I go to No-Wine Wednesday. Because if I’ve actually already walked, I am less inclined to want to ruin the accomplishment.

Now, I’m not saying I’m not gonna have a drink every once in a while. BUT I am saying that those empty calories are not good if I wanna continue toward lean and mean. Soft and fluffy is fine, if you’re a towel. I don’t wanna be a towel.

I’ll report back tomorrow if everyone dies of shock tonight when I order water only. I guess if that happens, I won’t have to worry about will power next week, huh?

it’s wine wednesday!

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Oh Kim Cattrall Crawford, how I love thee…

today is gonna be a good day. Any day that ends with a glass of Kim Cattrall Crawford and good friends, is a great day. Plus it’s much cooler today with little humidity so we might end up on the patio….

Oh, 1 more thing…Dear Oxford, see you Saturday!! That’s right, the prodigal Mel will be in town for 1 night only…so get ready… I believe we’re going out Saturday night, so if you’re in town, give us a shout and we’ll let you know where we’re gonna be.

Can’t wait.

a confession from Wine Wednesday

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Okay, this is nothing like Texts from Last night…I mean, I suppose it COULD BE something like that, sometimes. But since this is about me and there is no way to make this anonymous…my confessions from Wine Wednesday will just be funny little innocent stories that happened last night.

The rest of it will stay in the Wine Wednesday vault.

First off, I have discovered I love every Sauvignon Blanc (that I have tried so far) that comes from Marlborough Wineries. Now, I haven’t tried them all yet, but here’s a short list of the yum that I have tried.

Villa Maria
Nautilus
and my current favorite: Kim Cattrall Crawford

These wines just make me wanna yell More Cowbell WINE!

So the last few Wine Wednesdays have been funny because every time we yelled More Cowbell WINE! our glass was magically filled! It had nothing to do with our awesome server, Trey. I’m sure of it. It was just MAGIC!
Actually, I think it was leprechaun magic because for some reason, we were suddenly inspired to write limericks and haikus (hey, our magical leprechauns could LOVE haikus. So shut it.) On cocktail napkins.

Naturally, the more we yelled More Cowbell! Wine! the naughtier the limericks got. We will NOT be showing you any of those. And just in case you get the wrong idea about me, I did NOT write any of the naughty limericks. Nope. Not one. I promise. (No my fingers aren’t crossed?! I’m was just trying to snap them behind my back and they got tangled up!)

My FAVORITE non-naughty limerick that I wrote was simply a masterpiece…because I managed to rhyme my favorite red-headed waiter named Thomas with the llamas.

Oh yeah. That’s awesome right there.

And I swear, it wasn’t dirty. It’s more like Dr. Seuss.

There once was a boy named Thomas
Who always kept his promise
So when his car broke down
On the way out of town
He had to hitch a ride on some llamas!

Now, I will admit that maybe, just maybe there is another version where I might’ve actually rhymed Thomas with Lorenzo Lamas. And it possibly is naughty. But there’s nothing out there to prove that…

do you wanna see me smile and sparkle?

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Then get me one of these:

Wine Monkey

it combines 2 of my favorite things! Wine and Sock Monkeys!

This is almost as good as a Flamingo Pez Dispenser. Oh wait…it’s actually better because they DON’T MAKE FLAMINGO PEZ DISPENSERS. Dammitalltohell.

happy sunday morning

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I actually blogged over at Fat Chicks Running this morning. I don’t often do Sunday blogs, so you better not miss out!

How’s your weekend been so far? Fishdog and I have a party to go to this afternoon and another one on Tuesday. Aren’t we just the social butterflies? I was so tired yesterday after the week of cleaning and Friday night’s throw down, so I just chilled. Went to lunch with some writing friends, ran carpool, went to the gym, came home and had wine for dinner. Oh yeah, it was great. Also watched a few of movies that always make me feel good. 16 Candles, Elf, and The Wedding Planner. I was asleep by 10:00 and am thrilled to announce, I pretty much slept through the night.

Yay me!

Have a happy Sunday, y’all! See ya mañana!

tonight

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I’m having a very special beverage while I watch the debate:

So, do you think they’ve set the bar so low for Palin that she can’t do anything but succeed tonight? How fast a learner do you think she really is?

We’ll find out soon enough…

my friday night.

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The boys are at an outdoor concert

My Awesome Pink iPod is shuffling away (seems to be leaning toward Cake today) and my favorite Sauvignon Blanc is sitting by my side.

My laptop is on my lap and my manuscript is open. It is going to be the best Friday night ever because I’m going to write and drink and enjoy my music.

iPod shuffle now playing Flyleaf. Awesome

dancing the blues away

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Tonight’s Play List

Love Me or Leave Me by Rooney
Ruby by Kaiser Chiefs
Muddy Ground by The Charlatans UK
Frying Pan Eyes by Golden Smog
Think Twice by Eve 6
Deep by Nickelback
Deny by Default
Gotta Get Away by The Offspring

Yeah, I’m mixing it up tonight…trying to get out of a funk. I hate it when I’m feeling pouty and negative. One of my biggest goals this year was to cut as much negativity out of my life and focus on only the good. Focus on people and thoughts that uplift my spirit.

Sometimes it’s damn hard to be a cheerleader. And I don’t mean a rah-rah girl in the sense that I’m chipper all the time. I just mean it’s hard not to dwell on those ugly feelings when down. And something happened today that really brought me down. But I’m better now. Promise.

So, I cranked up the tunes and started dancing around the house. I totally looked like a fool, but by the 3rd song, I was feeling 100% better.

Then I cracked open the bottle of Cakebread Sauvignon Blanc that I had planned to have for Valentine’s Night with Fishdog, but he won’t be home now until Friday night, so I decided it would go to much better use tonight. Sorry Fishdog. You missed out. Maybe we’ll have another bottle after my next sale to celebrate. (or would that be salebrate?) For V-day, my mom and I are taking the boys to Cheeburger, Cheeburger–their fave burger place. I am going to fast all day so I can eat my yummy guacamole burger with chipotle sauce and Tobasco. Oh my. My mouth just watered.

Sadly, I no longer get the appeal of Valentine’s day. I guess I’ve become a cynic in my old age. Who knew? I write romantic stories but poo-poo V-day. I’m a walking enigma.

You know what my problem with V-day is? The lack of planning. Men and women alike feel compelled to get their loved one something and so they just run out and grab whatever they think will work. Last minute flowers from Kroger, the last Whitman’s sampler from Walgreens, the Air Supply music card…(oh wait, I totally wanted that card). If you’re gonna do V-day, do it right. Surprise him or her and plan for it. (what a concept) Don’t do like the rest of the idiots I saw shopping at Walgreens tonight. I would rather get a single tulip on a random Tuesday than last minute flowers from the grocery store on Valentine’s Day. And I would love, just once, to be surprised.

And you can surprise me on any day…not just V-day.

So, there’s your unsolicited Valentine’s Day advice from a woman who used to love all holidays. Now if you’ll excuse me, Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch is playing now, and I must dance.