We had Sex at Our Reception

Really we did. In fact, every one at our reception had Sex. At the same time.

This weekend on our little wine tasting adventure we went to a winery/vinyard on the Leelenau Peninsula called L. Mawby. They only create sparkling wines and they are pretty good. We discovered them through the restaurant where we had our wedding reception. I wanted pink champagne at my wedding. It was my one (hah) requirement. And they had a pink champagne on their list. Called Sex.

And it tastes awesome! It's now our favorite sparkling wine. And now we can say we totally had Sex at our reception with all of our guests!

Reality Bites

Why is the first day back to work from vacation so freaking LONG? Huh? Why? I even actually took a lunch today and it still seems to be dragging along, the clock mocking me by, I swear, crawling backwards every once in a while.

The vacation I just returned from was wonderful, which makes it even harder to face the reality of work. My husband is still off (using up vacation time that doesn't carry over into the next working year which starts on August 1st) so he met me for lunch today and we took a picnic to a nearby park and played a game of backgammon (which I won!!!). It was really hard to come back to work after that.

I promise to post pictures of my wonderful vacation soon. Northern Michigan is beautiful at all times of the year, and the weather was perfect this weekend. We had a ton of fun, traveled around a lot, and did things we've been wanting to do for a while now. Having all that fun and then having it end is why reality bites.

It seriously, seriously bites.

Recommendation - Wine

So, I have decided that when I find a product I really like, that I will post a recommendation for said product here.

Here is my first recommendation.

This past weekend my husband and I went on vacation to Northern Michigan (more details, stories, etc. to follow at another time). On Saturday we visited the Traverse City area and decided to go to some local wineries for tastings.

Now, my husband and I are big fans of Michigan wines and the majority of the wines we drink are Michigan wines. In short, we love them. If you have never tried a Michigan wine, you should. They're different, but good.

Our first stop was at Peninsula Cellars, the makers of some of our favorite wines. We tried quite a few of their available wines and all were delicious. However, our favorite by far (and here comes the recommendation) was their wine named "Detention".


It is FABULOUS!

(But sorry the picture is horrible, I'm working with an absolutely ANCIENT digital camera.)

It is their current best-selling red wine, and I could see why from first sniff. It's red wine, but it smells like a fruity coffee and has a mocha-like finish. It's very different from anything I've ever tasted, but wonderful. It combines two of my favorite things - red wine and coffee. Even my husband, who favors white wines, loved it. We bought a bottle and intend to buy more.

Even the lable is cute. It repeats over and over "I will only drink good wines", you know, like having to write out the same thing over and over for detention. All in all, a fabulous wine.

It may be hard to find right now, given it's only been available for a couple of months. Also, now that the Michigan Government has decided to be strict and dis-allow shipping from the winery directly to you through internet sales, it may require some searching to find. But the search will be worth it.

Drive Through Ass

And, no, I'm not talking about a certain sickness that happens when you eat food from a drive-through.

While I was reminiscing a little about college yesterday, I remembered something that made me laugh. A lot. I was remembering some hijinx that happened to some of my friends, and a specific incident came to mind. So here is the story of the "Drive Through Ass" incident.

There was a party (there were in fact many that night, but we chose this one) at one of the cool fraternities on campus. We had recently become friends with some of the men in this house so we went to one of their parties. Now, we were in the middle of a house-party ban in the Greek system so this party was at a bar. Being under 21, this meant that much drinking had to be done before the party or very covertly at the party. We chose the much drinking before the party and showed up completely smashed.

I'm sure you've all heard of beer goggles before. My one friend (I'll call her M) had a particularly strong pair on that night. It wasn't that the guy (I'll call him J) she was hitting on was unattractive. He wasn't bad. But, he was 18. And M was 22 (she decided that pre-drinking with us would be cheaper than drinking at the bar, but then decided to do both). And not all 18 year olds are too bad, but J looked like he was about 12. A cute 12, but 12 none the less.

I, at this point, had wondered off and ended up catching a ride to a different party with some friends. M and some of the other girls that were at the party decided to go back to the fraternity house for an after-party. Now J, who had left the party a little earlier, really wanted to hook up with M, but he was a pledge and so therefore didn't have a place at the fraternity house to take her. He searched and finally found one empty room, but it was locked. The window to the room, however, was not locked. So he climbed in. And he called M and let her know where he was. Now, not being incredibly with it that night, he waited for her by the window and when the car she was in drove up, he called her over and had her climb through the window. (I have no idea why he didn't maybe unlock the door, but who knows what was happening in his head). She willingly climbed on in.

About an hour passed, and our friends were ready to go. They had seen M climb through the window, and so they went to said window and called out to her telling her it was time to go. So, M climbed back out the window and into the car, minus the shirt she was wearing when she went in and a shoe (she was wearing a shirt they had found in the room when they couldn't find hers).

Hence, drive through ass. She went to the window, got the ass, and left through the window. And has been teased unmercifully about it ever since.

Reliving College Days

I still live right by the town where I went to college, so there is, at times, much reminiscing over things I used to do, places I used to go, and people I used to hang out with.

This past weekend one of my husband's friends was visiting and so we took him out to one of the "college" bars where I used to hang out. Much beer was drank, much fun was had, and my favorite pastime, people watching, was in large supply that evening.

Now, I was in a sorority in college, and we had a lot of fun. A. LOT. We had much drinking and fun almost every night of the week. (Probably why I had to go home for a semester so I didn't flunk out - I'm just guessing). Anyway, back then I admit I wore some tight clothing and flirted unmercifully with some cute boys. But, I did not do what I saw this one girl doing, when I was her age.

Enter slightly overweight very drunk girl in too tight clothing along with one other female (not as drunk and looking much better) and two males. They sit at the table across from ours. My husband and his friend had their backs to them and if I hadn't pointed out what was happening they would probably have missed it. Slightly overweight very drunk girl in too tight clothing proceeds to give Male #1 a lap dance. And not just a funny, ha-ha, two second lap dance. It lasted for at least 10 minutes. Ew. She then walked over to Male #2. He put up his hand to stop her, but she pushed it out of is way and continued the lap-dancing on him.

Now, I'm not a prude, but I also don't regularly simulate sex acts in public. I just, I don't know, don't think other people should have to see it. My husband and his friend were even grossed out by this display, and his friend is in the military and recently divorced, so I know that he's ready to get out there and look at some women. But definitely not this one.

Much more happened, but this is getting long, so I'm going to cut short and maybe tell some more stories another day. All I can say is that I'm glad I don't go to the bar every night anymore. I can't handle the lap-dancing drunkenness that goes on there.

Seven Months

I've been married to my best friend for seven months as of today. It's wonderful and it has gone by so fast I can hardly believe it.



When I was in highschool I had a boyfriend, and I thought we were completely and totally IN LOVE. Ha. Not so much. I didn't know I could love someone so much until I met my wonderful, handsome, funny and caring husband. He makes every day better, and even when I'm completely mad at him I still love him so much that it fills me up.

He always tells me that he doesn't know why I picked him, and that I could do better. He's wrong. I picked him because he makes me smile and because he's my best friend. Why would I want to pick someone else? It's not even an option. I look at him and think of all of the wonderful things I get to share with him and it's overwhelming.

We're going on vacation this weekend and I can't wait. We've never really been able to take a real vacation together before (save for two freezing cold and flu-inducing days in Chicago for our honeymoon) so we're both really excited. Four days of togetherness, golfing, sight-seeing and spending money on things we probably shouldn't. But we deserve it, because we've survived these past seven months (not to mention the almost four years before that) and I can't wait to survive the rest of my lifetime with him.

I love you babe!

I'm so needy *hangs head in shame*

Does anyone visit me? I get the feeling I've been writing so far for my own benefit. If you do visit will you leave me a comment? Just to let me know you stopped by, or something like that. Am feeling unloved at the moment.

Thanks!

Words and Phrases that Annoy Me

Also known as not real words (or if they are they're still annoying!)

Some people use words that annoy the ever-living-crap out of me! I mean people, for real, use actual English and we'll be all set!

For instance, one person, who I absolutely adore so I can't go and yell at her and possibly make her annoyed with me when she says this, says "Alls we have to do..." Alls? Really? You who are obsessed, OBSESSED, with correct usage of words, grammar and especially mis-used apostrophes, use the word alls on a daily basis?

Also, and this is the one I think is correct but still annoys the hell out of me, what is up with "a whole nother"? I refuse to use this phrase and instead say another whole. I don't know why it annoys me. It just does.

And on the apostrophe thing, there's an actual society and website regarding the misuse of apostrophes that is running rampant in society these days. It's that bad. Like the billboard on the freeway that runs right outside my office that says "Home's for Sale". What is home selling?

Finally, this was pointed out to me by my mom's absolutely hilarious friend when we went to lunch last weekend. There is a restaurant in the area where we live that serves Oriental Tacos (which, ew) and when they first opened they had a sign outside that said "We Be Open". Hah! Things like that crack me up. Also, the Hooters restaurant near my home has a bunch of lights burned out so now it just says "Ho...s" HAAAAAA!

Okay. I just hope that in my rant about words, phrases and grammar that I haven't spelled or written something incorrectly. I'd be really embarrassed if I have.

Vanity?

So, something happened a couple of weeks ago that made me realize just how snarky I can be for abolutely no real reason.

But I still think that I'm right.

Way back in college my big sister in my sorority was teaching me a thing or two about fashion and taking care of yourself, because with my mom who's a hippie and all and doesn't wear makeup or bras or fancy clothing, I had no idea what was cool, and what just didn't work for me. I tried, but I was failing. So one of the first things my big sis did was take me to get my eyebrows waxed. I was nervous, but figured that she knew what she was doing, so I went.

And they looked fabulous when I was done.

And I still get it done to this day, once a month, and I LOVE IT!

I'm too much of a wuss to pluck my own eyebrows. I start to every once in a while when I'm on a not spending money kick (heh...lasts about a day each time), but it hurts and I just can't get them to look as good, so I stop after a few plucks and call and make an appointment.

Well, on to what actually happened the other day. I was leaving work early, and the woman I share an office with asked me where I was going. I said "I'm going to get my eyebrows done". And she said "I guess if you have the money to throw around for things like that". And that made me mad. First of all, it's my money and none of her damn business.

Then, after that, is when the snarkiness set in. She obviously does not get her eyebrows done. Nor does she do them herself. And she needs to. She's a nice enough girl, and I like her a lot, but she could get them taken care of and she would look a lot better.

So I made a comment like this to my husband, who then said that I was being bitchy and karma nonsense and on and on. I felt bad. I felt like I should never say anything mean about any one else's appearance because who knows what karma will bring (I believe in karma unless someone is telling me that it's going to bite me in the ass).

But, I'll say things like that again. Especially when drunk and someone who's taking advantage of spandex walks by. Because that just can't be let go without snarkiness. It just can't.

Long Time No Blogging

It's been a long time
Since a new entry was here.
Thought I'd write one now.

But I have nothing
New or exciting to write
So I just Haiku'd

I'll try to think of
Something more interesting
To write tomorrow.