So, what do you think of my new design? Don’t answer that if you don’t think it’s awesome. Because A) It is ALL KINDS of awesome and B) It’s my birthday.
If you want something pretty and shiny, go see her. I LOVE her. Even if she did speak a lot of Greek and code and I just sat there and scratched my head and then she totally knew I was scratching my head and just MADE this. Amazing. She is so talented. My only talent is being able to hang a spoon on the end of my nose.
Last year I took fingers to keyboard and wrote to Oprah’s people about the community of moms I had found on-line. I thought it was a great idea for a show. I mentioned that blogging had opened up a new world for me….a world where I didn’t feel strange talking about the things no one ever tells you before you become a parent.
While I’m on vacation this week, the theme of my posts has been Momo’s Show and Tell. And yet, you’re still here. Glutton for punishment, eh?
We discussed random. We discussed my Buckeye fever. Today, we’ll talk about my attraction to wine.
See this wine bottle? It’s holding my favorite flavor. What? I can call it a flavor if I want to.
What’s so lovely about this particular Riesling is that it almost comes up to my six year old’s waist. That’s what I like to call “more bang for your buck”. It was purchased at Sam’s Club, where the butcher sommelier told me it was quite yummy.
But, even it’s bitter I’ll still drink it. I am an equal opportunity imbiber.
My father-in-law makes homemade wine that is some of the best I’ve ever tasted. And, talk about a bang. Whew! His wine will knock your socks and shoes off.
You’ll wake up the next morning and notice you’ve stuck your Chuck Taylors to the ceiling with masking tape. Then you’ll wonder how it happened, because the last thing you remember was skipping down the sidewalk catching butterflies and singing Just Between You and Me.
So the next time you raise a glass of wine to your lips, think of me. My father-in-law is here on vacation with us for the next couple of days, which means I’ll likely be walking around barefoot.
Let me know if you’re interested in adopting a butterfly.
Since I’m in the mood to share, and because it’s just two days until kick-off, I thought I would tell you about my passion for all things Buckeye.
Buckeyes, like these.
This particular bunch hangs from a shelf near my back door. Because you never know when you’re going to be running out and feel the need to put on a necklace made from poisonous nuts.
Some of these were purchased from street vendors, some were made by my father-in-law and two of them were made by my kids when they were in preschool. Sigh…it makes me weepy just thinking about their little hands working with strings, magic markers and toxic beads.
I am an Ohioan born and bred. I have traveled far, but have always lived within a few miles of the hospital where I was born. I like it that way. (Though not so much that I couldn’t be convinced to winter in Arizona. Just sayin’.) The only college choice for me was The Ohio State University.
I love me some Ohio State football. It doesn’t get much better than waking before sunrise, tailgating with good friends and family in an electric environment, watching The Best Damn Band in the Land, then having the boys play “toss the rag doll” with the likes of Michigan. Gag. Hack. Sorry. I can’t type the word Michigan without my lunch coming up.
And yes, I’m fully aware that Ohio State is the best #1 team to always end up #2. Okay, okay. We’re not so good at winning championships. It’s a lot like going to prom and instead of dancing with the cheerleaders, our boys end up dancing with their Moms who just happen to be there chaperoning. But, at least they get to dance.
That’s right. I am not a fair-weather fan. I don’t care if they tango with their great-aunt and her oxygen tank. I’ll be there to cheer them on.
Football season is about to begin. Fear the nut, people. Fear the nut.
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