tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77358935955294740082024-03-21T03:40:02.012-05:00Box o' WhineChryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-72558569626353534242012-09-07T15:23:00.000-05:002012-09-07T15:23:16.314-05:00For RaeOk, so I have been neglecting you and my blog. Here's a picture for you to explain what I've been so busy doing:<br />
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Yes, I was a draw something junkie. That lovely piece of artwork was sent to me by my son. While I was at a dance recital. It took like a minute and a half to unfold on my phone screen and I was hysterical by the time it was done. I did, though, guess beaver before he was kind enough to spell it out for me.<br />
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My new crack of choice is song pop:<br />
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See all the quitters? They can't handle my fabulousity. And I have to leave that shit up there until 7pm on Sunday so I can get my notes for kicking their asses. I also play words with friends (boring) and skywords. I love skywords so much that I signed up for a tournament and I am getting my ass handed to me by a bunch of hoity-toity brits that know way more fancy words than I do. I keep begging them to play me in song pop so I can redeem myself.<br />
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So there. I have been super busy all summer working 60 hours a week and hanging out in my hot tub trying not to drop my iphone. <br />
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If anyone wants a game, my username is christy.c.mooney!Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-5354671124864252552012-02-25T17:52:00.002-06:002012-02-25T17:52:26.211-06:00More Sentences Should Start This WayDo you know what words just came out of my mouth?<br />
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"Where's my lard?"<br />
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Supper is going to be SPECTACULAR!Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-30325322462713118362012-01-25T16:14:00.000-06:002012-01-25T16:14:06.804-06:00Best Day EverNo, not really. But it's pretty dang good.<br />
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First of all, I got invited to join pinterest! Funny, I didn't care about it until I found out it was exclusive. But I got in! For the first time ever!<br />
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Oh, there was also that call where that nurse lady told me I do NOT have liver disease. Just a slightly Rubenesque liver. She might have called it something else, but all I heard was Rubenesque. And Chardonnay. I definitely heard Chardonnay. <br />
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Gotta run, I have lots of lost time to make up for. Then do a little tipsy pinning!Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-39188437086926472052012-01-08T15:34:00.000-06:002012-01-08T15:34:53.952-06:00shhhhh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyV6S2OjglMjwfyBU33dBt1giYvrjXkqzF1fBxFov52NvjsS0yxsa4EEaWasgc7DuJoU3mB5Pm80R6kZ1t3Ra53nSWutwPhXMxx8iaBrSSydy4rHXNM7B6fx9WXJUHaIIgru42p0XtTrcl/s1600/Photo01081521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyV6S2OjglMjwfyBU33dBt1giYvrjXkqzF1fBxFov52NvjsS0yxsa4EEaWasgc7DuJoU3mB5Pm80R6kZ1t3Ra53nSWutwPhXMxx8iaBrSSydy4rHXNM7B6fx9WXJUHaIIgru42p0XtTrcl/s320/Photo01081521.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Don't tell the doctor.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-45075449421515867212012-01-03T17:09:00.000-06:002012-01-03T17:09:23.879-06:00My Last HurrahSo, remember when I found out <a href="http://boxowhine.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-want-good-news-or-bad-news.html">I was sick</a>? And then I found out I wasn't, <a href="http://boxowhine.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-just-negative.html">really</a>?<br />
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Well, I had one more test and guess what? It said that I was definitely sick, but maybe not.<br />
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Confused? Yeah, me too. And also? My doctor. She's confused, too. That's why I am going to the country's best liver specialist tomorrow. I've been busy arranging all of my lab tests in chronological order. And highlighting the dates of the tests. And using fancy paper clips to fasten said groups of lab tests. Then binding them all together with these wee tiny little clips that I found at the stationery store.<br />
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See, I needed something to distract myself. And it's not for the reason that you might think. See, I called the hospital the doctor is affiliated with in St. Louis to "expedite my services" tomorrow and found out that they were unable to reach an agreement with Blue Cross and so they no longer accept my insurance. The doctor does, but the hospital doesn't. And the hospital owns the doctor, they tell me, so it doesn't matter that the doctor sent me a letter that says, come on down, see me, we'll take Blue Cross! The hospital says no.<br />
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So what did I do? I cried, of course.<br />
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That'll show them.<br />
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Once I stopped sniveling I started making calls. First to Blue Cross, who were absolutely no help, and then to my secondary insurance. See, I'm really lucky. Both me and my husband have insurance so I get to double dip. And in this instance, my secondary insurance will pay what my useless primary won't. So I get to see the best liver doctor in the country. Who will most likely tell me to stop drinking.<br />
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So? Tonight I drink. A lot.<br />
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I hope you still like me when I'm sober.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-38303714739917401432011-12-11T18:37:00.001-06:002011-12-11T18:38:14.490-06:00Agnostic Nativity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBnR6Ki2LdRR2pYRCCfb-xuZLkOaaAUTAjvLQEy1llscycshGNrWulTNTNps2GEEqntV-XQPLaicLmKIQ9NHYpZsC9L5XL7DlHu9S2gHcwFUaDNZNaOxdB_BrB1GunC7rR-MRyZs-7mKO/s1600/Photo12111752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBnR6Ki2LdRR2pYRCCfb-xuZLkOaaAUTAjvLQEy1llscycshGNrWulTNTNps2GEEqntV-XQPLaicLmKIQ9NHYpZsC9L5XL7DlHu9S2gHcwFUaDNZNaOxdB_BrB1GunC7rR-MRyZs-7mKO/s400/Photo12111752.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-70371193438276834522011-12-10T17:07:00.000-06:002011-12-10T17:07:37.062-06:00Look at MEHeeheeheeeheeeee<br />
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This is my very first boxo'chardonnay. I told Mr. Whine to pick that up because I don't like chardonnay.<br />
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But guess what?<br />
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I doooooooooooo. Lurrrrrvvvvvvvveeeeeeee chardonnayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.<br />
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This is my first wine buzz since I don't even know when. And it. Is. AWESOME. Also? It is 5 pm. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha<br />
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Christmas decorating can wait. I have wine to drink. And obnoxious comments to leave. (I was stone cold sober when I left THAT comment on your blog, I swear).Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-23850616478564609022011-11-21T16:13:00.000-06:002011-11-21T16:13:15.583-06:00Hint Hint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMB9iDZGsv4HDbkZFKg4C7F7wa91wEWobLAdazeeaVN0LVbcoq3z2dkzd6ObWF8s2a6hIRBPbE0-lDKTXmF0H86I-LDeRUTgFwS6tndbiryzHbQJuhOD5AGvOhG_QjRYJa12NLnKcnpvIn/s1600/Photo11211604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMB9iDZGsv4HDbkZFKg4C7F7wa91wEWobLAdazeeaVN0LVbcoq3z2dkzd6ObWF8s2a6hIRBPbE0-lDKTXmF0H86I-LDeRUTgFwS6tndbiryzHbQJuhOD5AGvOhG_QjRYJa12NLnKcnpvIn/s320/Photo11211604.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I need a wine decanter.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-40794607789155929702011-11-20T18:34:00.000-06:002011-11-20T18:34:04.110-06:00I'm Not Just Negative......I'm HIV negative.<br />
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You don't watch <i>South Park</i>, do you? Well you should. Then you would know how hilarious that is.<br />
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Oh. Also? I no longer have Hepatitis C. I have a kick-ass immune system, evidently. And 10 liters of wine a week is apparently good for my liver. Yes. It is. Yes.<br />
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I am so fucking happy I can't stand myself.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-81917598754380072552011-11-14T16:17:00.001-06:002011-11-21T16:26:45.879-06:00Here's Another OneIt was so disheartening to find out that Serge was insincere in his love for my blog! And he is also a Pisces and a Gemini. I get all kinds of "anonymous" comments...have you received one like this?<br />
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But here is my personal favorite (it wasn't a comment, but an email, but still):<br />
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</tbody></table></div><div class="ii gt" id=":dn"><div id=":do">Hi how are you... I met you at a friends house a while ago I never really got a chance to talk to you and I thought you were super hot and really wanted to maybe take you out. Anyway, it's been a long time and I had no way of getting in touch with you since I stopped talking to your friend immediately after that. You and I exchanged a few words in which you mentioned your blog and I FINALLY!!! remembered the name the other day so here's to hoping you get this email. I thought you were really hot, and I would love to get together and have some drinks, or a lot of them lol... anyway I attached my pictures see if you remember me and if you'd like to hang out. It would be great to hear from you even if to say you're not interested, I guess just to know I did get to reach you rather than not know for sure.<br />
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<span style="color: grey; font-size: x-small;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1321307965_1"> </span> </span>Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-8686079360193151802011-11-07T17:19:00.000-06:002011-11-07T17:19:25.448-06:00JoobleI got this email today...let's take a look, shall we?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Hello!<br />
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I just want to thank you for your wonderful blog <a href="http://boxowhine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">boxowhine.blogspot.com</a>.<br />
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I read the post "Do You Want the Good News or the Bad News?" and then I spent another hour on your blog by reading your posts with pleasure :) Every article is interesting and easy to read. I really like the "Free to Good Home...".<br />
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I work for Jooble company, we aggregate job adverts around the world.<br />
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My job is to persuade bloggers to link to our site.<br />
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I really love my job! We have a friendly team and good management, but unfortunately I have no idea how to convince a blogger to link to us, I'm afraid I might lose my job because of it :(<br />
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And that is why, instead of sending letters to thousands of different blogs, I am reading yours.<br />
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Honestly, I am not really sure if the link to our website in United States - <a href="http://jooble-us.com/" target="_blank">jooble-us.com</a>, will be appropriate for your blog, but if you believe it will and it is possible to add it, I would be really grateful to you! Our site is really cool, it can greatly help hundreds of people to find jobs.<br />
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I wish you to have a good day and excellent mood! Thanks again for your nice blog. Write more! Thanks!<br />
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P.S. I am a Aries by zodiac sign too :)</span><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"> <div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div></span> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><img align="right" alt="Logo Jooble" border="0" height="106" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=84e0b1891e&view=att&th=1337b051ce89f9a3&attid=0.1&disp=emb&zw" width="190" />Best regards,<br />
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<b>Serge Lavange</b><br />
Account Manager <br />
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<b>Tel:</b> <a href="tel:%2B44%20%280%29%20800%20098%208516" target="_blank" value="+448000988516">+44 (0) 800 098 8516</a> <br />
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I really appreciate Serge taking the time to read and it makes me so happy that he enjoyed my bad news about having hepatitis C. I have no idea how to link anything so, if you are looking for a job, why don't you try jooble? And if you have any debilitating diseases, shoot me an email. We can commiserate!Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-91537519462166289342011-10-19T17:28:00.000-05:002011-10-19T17:28:03.448-05:00Do You Want the Good News or the Bad News?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EcFT6Zhcei5Ztps9gG9BdqgEEjxxBQ9OCxQAeZKpqapF-J1XA3YR4DVGUZoeS6q8TPGeuB1h6L97pcS1-5HZwGLGjg4zQe3zZoeFlVr3qkBcGPIB9BiUO7Kw26le7YHS9OM6IE79B5RL/s1600/Photo10191711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EcFT6Zhcei5Ztps9gG9BdqgEEjxxBQ9OCxQAeZKpqapF-J1XA3YR4DVGUZoeS6q8TPGeuB1h6L97pcS1-5HZwGLGjg4zQe3zZoeFlVr3qkBcGPIB9BiUO7Kw26le7YHS9OM6IE79B5RL/s320/Photo10191711.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Oh wait...there isn't any good news.<br />
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And yet I am drinking. Hmmm.<br />
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I told y'all you were invited, and you are. But see all those spices surrounding that eensy weensy little wine glass? They are there because I have mice in my drawers. Yes ma'am. And in my cabinets. I don't have time to whine about my good-for-nothing liver cuz I gots me a mouse to kill.<br />
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And some wine to drink. When it is gone...well I guess I am done. At least for the time being. And if it is really bad? Well then, I am having one hell of a party, mouse poop or no. See you there.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-5068446884613490562011-10-10T17:22:00.000-05:002011-10-10T17:22:36.408-05:00Free to Good Home...<b><i>One gently used bag o'wine (formerly box o'wine; box was removed for easier refrigerator storage).</i></b><br />
<b><i>New owner must promise to drink from a large wine glass and think of me.</i></b><br />
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That's right friends, my liver has betrayed me. I won't bore you with all the details; just know that for the time being I am wineless. And vodkaless. And ginless. And did I mention NO WINE????!!?<br />
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I would be totally convinced that life is not worth living if a certain statin that I began taking a month ago was not suspected at coercing my liver into trying to kill me. I will give it 2 weeks and if things don't look any better, you are all invited to my house and we will all drink and drink and drink until I am dead.<br />
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It may take a while.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-50385229149598069182011-07-05T18:26:00.000-05:002011-07-05T18:26:44.622-05:00Tooting My Own HornOkay, if we're talking about bragging about one's own accomplishments, I am not that one.<br />
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But there are 2 things in this world of which I am certain. First, I am the world's best quarters player. Guaranteed. I'll kick your ass every time.<br />
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Secondly, I make a damn fine meatloaf.<br />
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This may or may not be it. Don't tell anybody, but there are carrots in there. And some celery. I know, that is sacrilegious, but I am trying to help my husband out, without him noticing it. I'll let you know how it turns out.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-26369845020092855352011-07-04T17:59:00.000-05:002011-07-04T17:59:09.162-05:00Happy Birthday, America!So, this is how we celebrate in Bumfuck (yes, it is rather underwhelming):<br />
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<span id="goog_1747031484"></span><span id="goog_1747031485"></span>Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-64493317985433509682011-06-05T17:05:00.000-05:002011-06-05T17:05:54.966-05:00How to Make a Gimlet (with Pictures!)So, here is how a wino with a poorly stocked bar mixes a fancy cocktail:<br />
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First you need to assemble your ingredients<br />
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Now, assemble your, um, mixing paraphernalia<br />
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That's what I am using as a shot glass these days, because I have lost my Graceland jigger. It once held a fake rose and was hugged by a teddy bear. I believe it was a (lame) Valentine's gift. Note the time, please.<br />
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This is now my cocktail shaker.<br />
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Well, I don't really eat salads, so I don't need to mix my own dressing, do I? All I can say is thank god I didn't throw it away.<br />
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So, the recipe on the lime juice bottle says to combine 1 ounce of lime juice<br />
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with 2 ounces of vodka or gin<br />
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in a cocktail shaker<br />
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My, that doesn't look like very much. I'd better double it. Then you strain it over ice.<br />
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Seven minutes later...I have the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. Really. It's like kerosene. Or maybe turpentine. Yuck. My throat and esophagus are on fire.<br />
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Ah, that's better.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-44048147222563703482011-06-03T14:05:00.001-05:002011-06-03T14:07:47.114-05:00I Don't Have Time For This!I managed to stay away a whole month! And in that time I have discovered Angry Birds on the iPad and I really don't have time for y'all anymore. But since I am still getting comments on my hotel sex post (With my wife? Really?) I figured we could do a little catch up.<br />
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Of course the hotel sex was fabulous, but wasn't that much out of the ordinary, really. Let's see what I can remember...I walked! OUTSIDE!! The fancy casino was all booked up so we stayed at a cute little place just around the corner from there. We went to <a href="http://www.fabulousfox.com/">The Fabulous Fox</a> to see <i>A Prairie Home Companion</i> and it was, of course, awesome. My husband even enjoyed it. We went back to the hotel and started the alcoholic part of the trip. I then broke out the fancy bra I had bought for the occasion, and the slutty purple top, filled the complimentary Styrofoam coffee cup with Riesling, stowed my slutty shoes in my purse (which is a lot like Hermione's in <i>The Deathly Hallows</i>) and set off for the casino. Yes, my friends, I walked outside for three-quarters of a mile. And part of it was uphill. Drinking wine in a Styrofoam cup (spell-check insists that I capitalize Styrofoam). I stole a paper, because the only reason I can get my husband to agree to these little outings once a year is that I make his traveling as comfortable as possible; I remembered to bring the Charmin, but I forgot the reading material, so I "acquired" some and added it to the booty in my magical purse. We walked around and my amazing husband convinced me that it would be okay to go all out and eat at the seafood restaurant so I could have some oysters, and we dropped $100 on dinner. If you only knew what a tightwad he is you would appreciate what a big deal that was. And? He kissed me in public, which is something else he never does. It must have been the slutty top. We then went to the casino, determined to make $20 last a while. It didn't, but we enjoyed how much attention the slutty purple top got. We took a cab home and he didn't charge us because I ran upstairs and got him a bag full of ice because he had slammed his hand in the door right before we got in (he was watching a bachelorette party disembark from a limo and wasn't paying attention to what he was doing). Then, you know, awesome hotel sex, yadda yadda.<br />
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On the way home we stopped at the mall and bought a $4000 Sleep Number bed. Again: Husband = Tightwad, so pretty fucking amazing, as is that bed. I'm a 45; he was a 65 but is now a 70. I tried 25 one night and it was exquisite until I couldn't get out of the bed the next morning. I finally had to quit jacking around with it and just leave it on 45. My son graduated on the 22nd and everyone under the age of 45 took a ride in that bed during his party. I'd start them out at 100, which is as hard as granite, then take them down to 5, then let them find their own sleep number. I could work there, I swear.<br />
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What else? I created a new drink: fancy gin from Seattle, mixed with the most delicious orange sherbert from the custard stand in Sesser, with a splash of 7up. I call it a Big Orange Christmas Tree.<br />
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I discovered a new lemonade wine from Wildlife Winery called Trouble-licious and it is divine. I thought it was affordable, too, until I just fished it out of the trash to see what it was called and saw that it is $14.99. Oh, well, it was really yummy.<br />
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Hmm, well that's my last month in a nutshell. Maybe I can at least post once a week--give Angry Birds updates or something. I am currently on level 4 and suspect that is where I will be this time next week. Fucking pigs, they laugh at me when I don't kill them. If they wouldn't wear those little helmets it would be easier.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-13703569957005056992011-04-30T15:29:00.000-05:002011-04-30T15:29:57.373-05:00That's Right...I quit. But don't worry about me. I'm across the river getting ready to have hotel sex. Not motel sex; hotel sex. It's more expensive.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-39395090729620888562011-04-25T00:01:00.000-05:002011-04-25T00:01:00.616-05:00Uh OhHa, no one even noticed that I didn't really post on Friday and Saturday. My awesome job saw to it that I worked 6 days this week and I just totally forgot. When I remembered I thought my Uh Oh post would be my quitting the challenge, but I didn't want to hear Rae whine. So I hurried up and wrote S and T and back-posted them (I love that feature in blogger) and now I am all caught up. Is it me or is this challenge not nearly as much fun as last year? I think it is just so big that there is no way to get around to all the other blogs, and in turn they are not getting around to my blog. And I don't want to be a writer when I grow up (because factory work is so much more fulfilling) and I have no idea what a query is and I am completely confused about what 99% of the other bloggers are talking about. I want to drink and write silly things and be sorry about it the next day. Count me out next year.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-16929915422577516012011-04-23T00:01:00.001-05:002011-04-24T18:43:47.927-05:00Turducken<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYJTOOSQ2G_QCr1CgLXuRxAYr2mbiM0VmB_upU3U6xZsb0wHtXEfDOyxFhcAxxrHXVmuCEHscuxTa0McmsyJ-DnRY_EsFyC06WlNSIwwRajzZQRedbE-LDMTmehireKYFcPGX5kKSTkSD/s1600/turducken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYJTOOSQ2G_QCr1CgLXuRxAYr2mbiM0VmB_upU3U6xZsb0wHtXEfDOyxFhcAxxrHXVmuCEHscuxTa0McmsyJ-DnRY_EsFyC06WlNSIwwRajzZQRedbE-LDMTmehireKYFcPGX5kKSTkSD/s400/turducken.jpg" width="400" /> </a> </div>Have you ever had this? It's amazing!<br />
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<h3>Ingredients</h3>1 3 lb whole chicken, boned<br />
salt and pepper to taste<br />
Creole seasoning to taste<br />
1 4 lb duck, boned<br />
1 16 lb turkey, boned<br />
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<h3> </h3><ol><li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Lay the boned chicken skin-side down on a platter and season liberally with salt, pepper and Creole seasoning. Lay the boned duck skin-side down on top of the chicken and season liberally with salt, pepper and Creole seasoning. Cover and refrigerate. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Lay the boned turkey skin-side down on a flat surface. Cover with a layer of cold Sausage and Oyster Dressing and push the dressing into the leg and wing cavities so they will look as if they still have bones in them. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Lay the duck on top of the turkey skin-side down and cover it with a layer of cold dressing. Lay the chicken on top of the duck skin-side down and cover it with a layer of cold dressing. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> With the help of an assistant, bring the edges of the turkey skin up and fasten them together with toothpicks. Use the kitchen string to lace around the toothpicks to help hold the stuffed turkey together. Carefully place the turducken, breast up in a large roasting pan. </span></li>
<li><span class="plaincharacterwrap break"> Roast covered for 4 hours or until the turducken is golden brown. Continue to roast uncovered for 1 hour or until a meat thermometer inserted through the thigh registers 180 degrees F. and a thermometer inserted through the stuffing registers 165 degrees F. Check the turducken every few hours to baste and remove excess liquid. There will be enough pan juices for a gallon of gravy. Carve and serve. </span></li>
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I seriously considered calling off from work last Wednesday because we didn't have any power. Our water heater is gas so I took my shower by lantern light and was in the process of packing up a small percentage of my stash, including my ion hair dryer with diffuser, so I could get ready in the shower room at work when power was restored. So I loaded my hair up with product and hurried to the living room to watch an episode of <i>Scrubs</i> before I dried my hair and got dressed. It takes 22 minutes if you fast forward through the commercials.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-86545759720027966642011-04-21T18:05:00.000-05:002011-04-21T18:05:39.091-05:00Responsible DrinkingI really miss those days when it wasn't the biggest sin in the world to drive around in your car drinking beer. On Fridays, after work,my friend Mary and I would go to the blind school and spring her sister, Miss Dorothy. She'd climb into the backseat with her portable casio keyboard and we would head to the Pilot or Aztec and each get a 6 pack. Then we would drive around in the country and drink our beers and sing old motown songs. Eventually we would have to find a place to pee. I bet I have peed in almost every church parking lot in Rutherford County, Tennessee. Then we would go home to our stupid (now ex) husbands and resume our dreary lives. But for that hour or so every Friday night we were blissfully happy, and I miss those girls so much.Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-16632791376538600552011-04-20T00:01:00.002-05:002011-04-20T00:01:00.657-05:00Qu'est Que SeJ'ai pris le français mon année d'étudiant de première année dans le collège. Je voulais toujours apprendre. J'ai cru que c'était une belle langue. Au milieu du terme j'avais un A. Je ne suis jamais retourné à la classe. Andouille.<br />
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(Run it through the translator <a href="http://translation2.paralink.com/">here</a>. I thought andouille was a cajun sausage. Evidently it is french for schmuck.)<br />
(And I did NOT want to teach...I wanted to learn.)(Translators are not that great at translating.)Chryifiwant2http://www.blogger.com/profile/00291455112508145623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735893595529474008.post-29660654646900806052011-04-19T00:01:00.003-05:002011-04-19T00:01:00.757-05:00Promenade and Do-Si-DoOkay, first the bad news...a young riesling lost it's life in my kitchen tonight. I was about 18 inches from the table and the dang bag broke and wine went every. where. Everywhere. Criminy what a mess. And sticky. And sad and heartbreaking cuz it was 1.5 liters and I was gonna drink that badboy. A moment of silence, please.<br />
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And now? Prom!<br />
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