Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Expensive Wine
I don't know much about it, expensive wine that is. I've had a few swigs here and there. Truth be known I can't really tell all that much about wines. I wish I drank enough expensive wine to know the difference, it might make 4 kids, a dog and 2 cats a little less painful at times, but we don't indulge ourselves in this area.
However, we know someone who does. That would be my dad. This nice, expensive wine drinking dad gave me (actually it was probably us, not just me) a case of wine for Christmas. Some of this said wine, I noticed might be fairly expensive. I put this notification in the back of my brain for a later time when it would be of use.
We, the ones who don't indulge in expensive wine, buy $10 bottles and feel very gourmet and cultured when we do. In fact, I used some of our DuBouef Beaujolais Nouveau (actually $12 per bottle) last night in the dinner I made. As we were cleaning the kitchen after dinner, my $10 a bottle buying husband asked if I would like him to keep the rest of the wine. Of course I did. Don't wanna waste good, CHEAP wine!
A few minutes later I hear a whirring noise (that would be our battery-powered wine opener) and think wow he's actually corking that cheap wine. Then a mental picture flashes into my mind. It is of the way more expensive bottle of wine dad gave us that is sitting on our kitchen counter. I ask very feebly and with a small amount of hope, "Are you corking the Beaujolais Nouveau ?" He answers very robust and proudly, "No, I'm opening another bottle of wine, do you want a glass?" My body stiffens and I slowly turn like the ballerina on a jewelry box. "Please tell me your not opening one of the bottles from my dad. He answers very happily, "I am."
I immediately begin taking deep, deep breaths. Visions iof mpressing our friends at a wine and cheese party in our home burst with each breath. I silently tell myself, my dad has more, my dad has more. He will share more, he is a nice dad. He wants us to like wine. He wants us to like expensive, good wine. Then I remember the other 11 bottles we can serve at our party (we probably won't really have one anyway just a nice thought I like to have, it also includes our house being perfectly clean). After getting my emotions under control, I calmly explain to Chris that he probably just opened a really expensive bottle of wine.He looks at me and without saying much dismisses and forgets anything I just said. He has his two glasses of wine and we get the rugrats to bed...many hours later and with a little crying.
Of course, the very next day, I google the bottle of wine along with my friend who is on the phone and definitely egging me on. She's a little ahead of me and gets the price first. She laughs. She laughs hard. Can't be good. It's not. I'm not laughing.
I make a special call to my husband at work. I tell him the price. He reacts. He shows emotion, WOW that's a little unusual. We both agree to finish the bottle off tonight. Can't let that good wine go to waste, and our house isn't clean enough for that wine and cheese party...yet!
However, we know someone who does. That would be my dad. This nice, expensive wine drinking dad gave me (actually it was probably us, not just me) a case of wine for Christmas. Some of this said wine, I noticed might be fairly expensive. I put this notification in the back of my brain for a later time when it would be of use.
We, the ones who don't indulge in expensive wine, buy $10 bottles and feel very gourmet and cultured when we do. In fact, I used some of our DuBouef Beaujolais Nouveau (actually $12 per bottle) last night in the dinner I made. As we were cleaning the kitchen after dinner, my $10 a bottle buying husband asked if I would like him to keep the rest of the wine. Of course I did. Don't wanna waste good, CHEAP wine!
A few minutes later I hear a whirring noise (that would be our battery-powered wine opener) and think wow he's actually corking that cheap wine. Then a mental picture flashes into my mind. It is of the way more expensive bottle of wine dad gave us that is sitting on our kitchen counter. I ask very feebly and with a small amount of hope, "Are you corking the Beaujolais Nouveau ?" He answers very robust and proudly, "No, I'm opening another bottle of wine, do you want a glass?" My body stiffens and I slowly turn like the ballerina on a jewelry box. "Please tell me your not opening one of the bottles from my dad. He answers very happily, "I am."
I immediately begin taking deep, deep breaths. Visions iof mpressing our friends at a wine and cheese party in our home burst with each breath. I silently tell myself, my dad has more, my dad has more. He will share more, he is a nice dad. He wants us to like wine. He wants us to like expensive, good wine. Then I remember the other 11 bottles we can serve at our party (we probably won't really have one anyway just a nice thought I like to have, it also includes our house being perfectly clean). After getting my emotions under control, I calmly explain to Chris that he probably just opened a really expensive bottle of wine.He looks at me and without saying much dismisses and forgets anything I just said. He has his two glasses of wine and we get the rugrats to bed...many hours later and with a little crying.
Of course, the very next day, I google the bottle of wine along with my friend who is on the phone and definitely egging me on. She's a little ahead of me and gets the price first. She laughs. She laughs hard. Can't be good. It's not. I'm not laughing.
I make a special call to my husband at work. I tell him the price. He reacts. He shows emotion, WOW that's a little unusual. We both agree to finish the bottle off tonight. Can't let that good wine go to waste, and our house isn't clean enough for that wine and cheese party...yet!
11:30 a.m. becomes the new 7:30 a.m.
SInce when did 11:30 a.m. become the new 7:30 a.m.? Yesterday in our home.
My brain was bursting with "Why, why, why, is our life so insane and how, how, how do other people do it?
#3 time to get dressed, #2 go get #1 out of bed (I know this is a bad idea, but a must do when trying to get out the door by 11:30, plus I didn't feel like walking up the stairs!) 15 minutes until appointment time and #3 and 4 aren't even dressed. I look down at myself just to insure I am. Yes, I am. Thanks goodness.
I am dressed but not looking too good. Haven't showered in two days, only hat I can find is the KC Royals. Oh Well!
Arrive at the doctor with a big sigh and flop down in the chair. Do they think I'm crazy? Do you?
Gotta go #1 is telling me I should take a shower now. How sad my life has become!
My brain was bursting with "Why, why, why, is our life so insane and how, how, how do other people do it?
#3 time to get dressed, #2 go get #1 out of bed (I know this is a bad idea, but a must do when trying to get out the door by 11:30, plus I didn't feel like walking up the stairs!) 15 minutes until appointment time and #3 and 4 aren't even dressed. I look down at myself just to insure I am. Yes, I am. Thanks goodness.
I am dressed but not looking too good. Haven't showered in two days, only hat I can find is the KC Royals. Oh Well!
Arrive at the doctor with a big sigh and flop down in the chair. Do they think I'm crazy? Do you?
Gotta go #1 is telling me I should take a shower now. How sad my life has become!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Today I started a blog.
Why you might ask (I said that, because I’m asking myself too)? The answer is simple...I don’t know. Well, that is true but there must have been some crazy reasons why, right? Perhaps it's because I love my life and think we (that being myself, family, and people I know) are kind of funny, and might make you laugh!
So here we go...
December 28
Crazy, crazy day! Six kids in the house. Two cousins and my four rugrats. Let’s see thrush (yeast infection that infants can get) on tongue and bottom of infant, #2 has bloody nose from #3 they both agree it’s an accident, #1 sleeps so late I barely have time to say hi before she’s out the door. Finally, peace. 5 of the 6 are gone to movie with grand parents.
I have now searched every website I could find for homeopathic cures for diaper rash. None worked. Dr. called in nystatin for the baby bootie! Thank goodness.
Oh yes, I’ve also decided to embark on the journey of losing all my baby weight. Yes, it is a sizable amount, but surely nursing will help. Right?
And, I’m putting together my New Year’s Resolutions. Of course, I’m currently scheming on how to do all the bad stuff I want to undo next year in these few days I have left. Where there’s a will there’s an way! Oh my, that reminds me of the video “Where there’s a Will There’s an A.” Do you remember that? Did it work? Not for me...but that's a whole other story.
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