Well, it's a Sunday morning, bright and shiny, and my head is NOT stuck in a toilet bowl! Joy, oh joy! I think I've found the perfect way to drink on the weekend as I was out on both Friday and Saturday nights drinking, and hardly a smidgen of a hangover... or maybe, I've reached professional status?
Anyway, Friday night was, in order:
1 frozen margarita
1 caramel appletini
1 glass of white wine
1 very large draft Blue Moon complete with squishy orange slice
1 Malibu Rum and Diet Coke complete with squishy lemon (you can't tell me I didn't get my five-a-day fruits in --hell, in drinks alone I had lime, apple, grapes, oranges and lemons! Ha.
Last night was a little more, and I'll try to put the list in order:
2 of my recipe frozen margaritas (I'll post the recipe in comments if you want it, but if you've been a MM reader since the get-go, it's in the archives around last year's Cinco De Mayo).
1 Thinmintini, complete with a chocolate licorce stick tied in a knot (nice touch)
1 Glass of wine
1 Malibu Rum and Diet Coke with lemon.
So, I have found the trick for me... DON'T STICK TO ONE THING; Mix it up! Maybe it confuses the system, or maybe it's all the fruit and fru-fru in each of my cocktails.
For those of you who asked, I no longer want to kick hubby's ass. And there really wasn't a legitimate reason, other than strong PMS symptoms and he was egging me on at the wrong time. See, I am like a little sister to him (except for the fooling around and making out parts, and having children together!) and he is a big teaser, and has been likened to Will Farrell at times, which makes me cringe, but that's besides the point. Anyway, sometimes he just takes his antics too far with me, and sometimes when I'm not in the mood to laugh at his amusing demeanor, I would rather kick him in the ass. So, sorry to disappoint, but my annoyance with him wasn't all that dramatic as some would like to think. He was just bugging the hell out of me that particular day. But I like him today. He's not here. HHAHAHAHAH, just kidding--well, not really, he isn't here--He took the kids to the park.
And, speaking of kids, Darling Diva hath lost that dangling top tooth of hers that has been bleeding off and on for countless weeks. Did any of you see Nanny McPhee--very cute movie--anyway, she's the mystical Nanny from the movie with a major snaggletooth hanging over her bottom lip. Let's just say Diva did a mean impression of Nanny McPhee while that tooth was still stuck in her head.
Yesterday, the phone rang, and I didn't recognize the number (sorry to report it was not an agent begging for the rights to sell my book, but there are a couple out there who have made some great suggestions and I am working on the rewrite and plan on resubmitting my manuscript to them --this comment is just in case any of them are reading my blog, and also, really, I'm not a drunk, and have another novel halfway completed too, so call me!)... Anyway, I answered the call I didn't recognize and it was my mom.
"Where are you calling me from?" I asked.
"MY Cell phone!" She yelled back to me.
"YOU GOT A CELL PHONE?" I screamed, thrilled.
"Yes!"
"Welcome to the 1990s a decade and a half late mom!"
Then she was talking to me and driving and she kept having to say hang on, and she put the phone down and I waited as she would turn a corner or something. I think she needs to take a class on cell phone usage while maneuvering a vehicle, but she'll get the hang of it soon. We all do, don't we?
Anyway, that's a short little update, and now since it's quiet here, I may just go back to a little more rewriting...
Hope you all had a great weekend--would love to know what's up in your lives!
Manic
Sunday, April 23, 2006
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15 comments:
Glad to see you found a way around getting hangovers and being sick...
and it maybe a good idea to get your mom one of those hands free adapters she can use while driving. I LOVE mine.
also glad to see hubby is still alive! LOL
Good Grief woman that is a lot of alcohol! You rock! No hangovers!
Hey check out my blog I am moving next weekend to DuPage county. Are you near there?
Glad you had a good weekend!
Just wanted to let you know you've picked up a new lurker. I was playing with blogsearch and searched for my high school. Big yellow place, not great on red tide days? Yeah, there.
Glad to see you've got excellent liver function. But next weekend, you've got to really challenge it a little more. Funnels and martini glasses look alike. Coincidence? I think not!
That is one helluva lot of alcohol Manic!!! I know what you're saying about the hb's sense of humor. Mine has the same and boy do I just want to kick his ever-livin' ass sometimes.
Sheesh.
As for your question on my blog....
That would be the red Wiggle. Murray.
What can I say? Red is my favortie color.
Anonymous--PLANT??!?!?!?!? OMG, HOW WEIRD! Okay, and did we go there the same time? Probably not, but listen to this one--I was a soph there in 1985 or 6, and YOU ARE RIGHT--there was no place to dispose of your feminine protection!!! I actually WROTE a letter to the principal regarding that situation, and they ended up putting like coffee cans into the stalls for us. Delightful! So happy to have a new reader, and with something as odd as that in common! Way cool! Hope you'll stick around!
Kelly. Sorry, Murray's gay! ; )
And everyone else, it sounds like a lot of alcohol, but really, I was very responsible!
Wow, I am humbled by your drinking prowess. :) Four days 'til Spring Fling; I'll have to chat with you some time this week about the logistics! Looking forward to it!
I got drunk just reading that.
Yeah, I gotta say I wouldn't be able to stand up after half of your drink list. Of course I haven't tested that theory in a while. Glad you're not pissed at your hubby anymore, but I must admit it was a wee bit of a letdown that there was no major reason for the ass kicking feelings :) MORE DRAMA!!!
Wow, you went to two high schools? Nope, not Plant. The other one, with the nice view.
But what else to have in common? I write for a living. I'm doing experiments on my liver.
I have worked in the brutal dehumanizing theme park industry... have you? Have you turned your children against people with overstuffed animal bodies and massive papier mache heads?
(oh, the trauma!)
Anon--Actually, it was THREE high schools. First, the one you're talking about--it's the one with all the chicks, right? Haha. And now I know what you meant about the red tides--here I was thinking periods! Ugh.
Second was Plant.
Third was DGN in Illinois.
I don't 'write' for a living. I wish I did. I just write. Ha. But if you want to check out some more stuff I've written on parenthood, check out Babyzone.com... and look up my name under SEARCH... I'm assuming you know my name?
No Busch Gardens for me. But my children have learned to hate Barney and any other goofy purple dinosaur.
So, did we know each other? And here I was, googling Plant in Blogger Search after your post, when I should have been googling Academy of the Holy Dames. Did you know Sister Burn-in-Hell? Oh God, I am going to hell for sure for that one!
Yep, the one with that mysterious little room under the stairs where they stored the Men.
I don't know your name... I think from your age that I must have graduated about a year before you started high school.
I'm trying to guess who Sister Burn-in-Hell could be. Sister AV, who strangely didn't live in the AV room? Sister R, who seemed so very...tense? The various office nuns, who all sort of run together?
My only negative nun-memory is of Sister Angry Visitor From New York, who reamed me out for calling her "ma'am". Apparently I should have recognized her nunlitude from her vile black aura and bad haircut. Who knew it was Wrong to call nuns "ma'am", anyway?
I think they nailed her back into her coffin a few days later and sent her back where she belonged.
Dammit--why didn't anyone tell me where that room was where they kept the Men.
I was only there for ninth grade; I couldn't take all the estrogen! Ha, actually, I got my first period in one of the bathroom stalls there. Oh, fond memories--all those women finally brought it out of me!
I'm sure if we talk enough, we know some of the same people--how 'bout grade school? I went to St. Pats... is the world getting a little smaller and a lot weirder now? And my parents still live in Tampa...
Glad you figured out the drinking trick. As for your husband egging you on, I think that's just typical of marriage--we learn how to push each others' buttons, and we do it sometimes when it isn't wise.
My mom not only doesn't have a cell phone, but she has never, ever been online. Sigh.
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