Friday, May 29, 2009

5:00 Fridays

Mac Daddy and I have some dear old friends visiting this weekend. They don't have kids yet so I figure their stay here at Chez Dirt & Noise will be more effective birth control than Yasmin. Anyway, we've hooked up a fantastic baby sitter so we can pretend we're footloose and fancy free for a night too. We were all young(er) and single when we met so we'll be reliving those glory days from our late, late, late nights on State Street.

Yes, I realize we'll be waking up with the boys at the butt crack of dawn, but let a girl wax whimisical, won't you?

In honor of our friends' visit, I christen this cocktail:

A Slap on the Berry Where
1/2 shot amaretto
1 shot light rum
1/2 ounce vanilla vodka
small handful of strawberries or raspberries (or both!)
simple syrup
few sprigs of fresh mint (My garden is teeming with it so I must keep finding new uses for it.)
ginger ale

Muddle the strawberries, raspberries, and mint with the simple syrup. Add amaretto, rum, and vodka. Pour into a tall glass and add ice. Top off with a splash of ginger ale. Garnish with a whole strawberry and wedge of lime pierced with a frilly toothpick.

And by the way, we've hired a car service for the night. We all lived downtown and walked home from the bars back in the day. We're still responsible today, and I ask that you are too.
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Monday, May 25, 2009

Pennies for My Thoughts: I Accept Paypal

Twitter is but one way for me to find a home for the parade of non sequitors that trample across my brain. My blog, this little verbal hut for my thoughts, is another way I channel all that rolls on the hamster wheel in my head. And so today I bring you the latest round of cerebral confetti flitting about in my brain.

Money with no taste is a shame. Money with no generosity is criminal.

If a woman's work is never done, why is a man's?

Who's making all those hoochie clothes for 10-year old girls? And more pressing, what parents are buying it?

I need a family vacation. But this I mean I need a vacation from my family.

Why are 4, 5, and 6-year olds riding in strollers? A mere three blocks.

Why are those same kids sucking pacifiers? On the way to grammar school?

Why doesn't all the mud tracked into my house stay in the mudroom?

Can someone explain Kate Gosselin's hair to me? Is it an upsidedown mullet? Her stylist must be a beauty school drop out.

Freelance is a misnomer. No wonder I'm not getting paid.

Reality TV has been redefined since I saw the Planet Earth series.

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