wordinista: (sad bunneh)
Good idea:  deciding the house needs sprucing up, and planning to paint one room per weekend until the house is spruced up.

Good idea:  when the landlord says he'll pay for paint and hardware, even when you haven't asked him to.

Good idea:  spending Saturday painting the front foyer.

Good idea:  celebrating when the job is done and the front foyer makes the rest of the house look like ass.

Good idea:  trying out a recipe for a Bombay Sapphire Cosmopolitan

Bad idea: drinking six (I... think?) of them and then running (um, I don't recall any actual running -- more like an attempt to look like I hadn't drunk six Cosmopolitans) over to my mother's house for a bottle of vodka so the celebrating doesn't have to end.  And, yes, Tora matched me drink for drink.

Ungh.

[livejournal.com profile] hydr0phobia, do I... owe you an apology for anything?  Other than a lot of typos. 

Um. I'm. Going back to bed now. Yes.

aftermath

Oct. 14th, 2006 08:20 am
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For anyone who didn't know, yesterday was Tora-kun's birthday.  We went to celebrate with our friends R and C and had much fun.  I got some steaks, Mom made a cake (she went with us and I don't think she's ever laughed so hard), and we just had fun.  Perhaps too much fun.

I have only one thing left to say:

Tequila is the devil's elixir.

*crawls back to bed*
wordinista: (Shiku~!)
Water, lots of it
1 cheese sandwich
1 shower, w/aromatherapy bath-gel
1 at-home facial

Combine slowly. Add nap.

It's now raining and thundering out, and I am completely relaxed, rehydrated, and reanimated.

There may be another nap in my future. Definitely more water.

*ded*

Jun. 11th, 2006 08:04 am
wordinista: (ded of tired)
Oh. My. God.  Kill me now.  Please.

We went to see our friends R and C again yesterday, and brought Darwin along to play in the pool.  It's a non-chlorine pool, and they're dog lovers, so it's all good.

We had fun.

Perhaps too much fun.

Said fun existed in the forms of 1 frozen mudslide, 1 mudslide on the rocks, 1 frozen margarita, and two shots of vanilla vodka (for the record, Stolichnaya's vanilla vodka is a better shot than Smirnoff's vanilla vodka -- burns less on the way down and has a pleasant taste). 

It was probably more alcohol than I've consumed in a long while.  My tolerance is really low -- I'm not a big drinker, and neither is Tora-kun (anymore) or R or C (who especially isn't after nine months of pregnancy).

I'm hungover.  And now I'm remembering why I'm not a big drinker.  Lord.  And my 21 year-old cousin is coming down for the wedding.  I am not even going to try and keep up with her.  Jebus, I feel awful.

...

Ah, yes.  There was also a shot of Goldschlager.  Which, in case you're interested, tastes like Red Hots.

And this morning, Darwin woke me up at 7:30 to go potty.  *cry*  The good thing, at least, is that he spent so much time running around and swimming (we were there from four until twelve -- and this was after we'd decided we weren't going to stay long, just until eight or nine, but then there was time needed for Tora-kun to sober up, you see, for the drive home) that he's a very tired puppy today.  (We also learned that if I hid under water, he jumped in after me, which was amusing in its own right.)

I may go back to bed for a bit.  Further bulletins as events warrant.

...

PS:  Did you know that Starbucks made a coffee liqueur?  We put it in the frozen mudslides.  OMG it's so good.  
wordinista: (Year of the Dog)
Overindulged on red wine last night, and feeling... not too bad today, but pretty dehydrated.  I worked out, despite the fact I didn't feel like it, and am now having a bit of lunch before taking the girls down to the vet to have their stitches removed.  When I come back, I'm going to have to put the finishing touches on the group assignment, and type up my individual assignment, and then leave for class around 4:30 -- I'm leaving early, because I want to catch the professor and talk with him about the plagiarism issue I discovered.

I'm trying to keep a close eye on what's going on with Hurricane Katrina -- all we can really do is hope for the best, I guess.  *sigh*  I have seen a few people in various and sundry LJ's say something that gets under this bunnehs skin, in regards to natural disasters -- this hurricane in particular.  A fair number of people seem to be of the mind that the media is hyping up this storm and the damage it can do, for the sake of newsworthy hyperbole.

That.... sort of pissed me off.  People don't seem to fully understand or appreciate the strength of these storms.  We had Category 3 storms last year with Frances and Jeanne and the aftermath you saw on the news?  Didn't even begin to acurately represent the reality.  It's a year later, and people's houses are still uninhabitable.  A lot of people talk about the massive destruction caused by Hurricane Andrew in 1992, and that was downgraded to a Category 4 right before it made landfall -- and it fucked Miami (and Homestead) up.  Yes, these winds are strong enough to pick up a household appliance or light vehicle.  Yes, the damage is going to be that bad.  Yes, boats do wind up on top of houses.  Yes, that stuff does really happen, and the damage is sometimes more than you can take in.  We traveled down to Hutchinson Island last year, after... one of the storms, I can't remember whether it was Jeanne or Frances, though I'm inclined to think it was Jeanne.  I'd never seen anything like it before in my life.  And that was a Category THREE storm.  In an area that makes an effort to prepare for hurricanes!

I understand that it's part and parcel of putting on a brave face and trying not to scare the people who have friends and family in the area, but suggesting that the devastation is media hyperbole trivializes the reality of the situation.  I, for one, am very worried about the storm, and where it's hitting.  I hope with all my heart that the damage is minimal, and that people do have homes to go back to, because there's nothing worse than the helplessness that comes with knowing there is absolutely nothing you can do in a situation like that.

*end rant*

EDIT: Okay, no trip to the vet today. I had to make an appointment for the stitch removal (which isn't what I'd been told to begin with), so I'm glad I called. Tomorrow morning they get them out. This is good, actually, since it gives me a little extra time to tidy up around here and start on my assignment.
wordinista: (Tea! Gimme gimme!)
Mom and Gramps came home for the weekend. They come home for every weekend.  But... anyway, I'm just back from spending the better part of two hours at Mom's, killing a bottle of merlot.  It was very good merlot.  The name escapes me.  ...There was a C in it, I think.

Anyway....

Gramps has one week left of radiation.  He's also back up to his normal weight of 160 lbs, after dropping to 149 after his heart attack in April.  Docs say radiation is going well.  His main oncologist at Shands is very, very pleased with his progress.  *boogies*

So, yeah.  Good reason to share a bottle of merlot with Mom, who, incidentally, has excellent taste in wine.

I'm gonna go eat something to soak up the drunk.

...

I am NOT going to go open the bottle of Marilyn Merlot in the closet. 

... 

I'd open it in the kitchen.  The bottle is being stored in the closet. 

...

Actually, it's in the pantry, which is kind of a closet.

...

I totally need a wine rack.

...

*has munchies*

--Have any of you ever HAD Marilyn Merlot?  It so completely rocks teh casbah.

(PS:  This post has been spellchecked for drunkenness.)
wordinista: (Tea! Gimme gimme!)
Your Pisces Drinking Style

If you're a Pisces, you've probably already heard that you share a sign -- and an addictive personality -- with Liz Taylor, Liza Minelli and Kurt Cobain.
Not only do Pisces like to lose themselves in the dreamy, out-there feeling that only hooch can give, but you build up a mighty tolerance fast.
You're an expensive date!

On the other hand, you're a fabulously enchanting partner, whether in conversation or in crime.
With the right person, you can start out sharing a pitcher of margaritas and wind up in bed together for days.
The phrase "addictive personality" can be read two ways, you know.
Your Signature Cocktails
Pisces rules fresh mint, and you do love a mojito or three -- though a julep will do just as well.
You also like punches, like sangria or the oh-so-aptly named fish house punch.
(Pretty much anything will satisfy a Pisces in a pinch, though -- "drinking like a fish" is an idiom pulled out of the zodiac, not the deep blue sea.)
You're a total chocoholic, and you love creme de cacao (and spiked cocoa).
Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies
Drew Barrymore, Chelsea Clinton, Queen Latifah, Bruce Willis, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Ted Kennedy, Jon Bon Jovi, Fabio

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