Girlie Drink of the Week
I’m a tropical gal. I love tropical fruits for the most part. There are some that do wig me out, like dragon fruit (bletch) and breadfruit (urgh). And papaya is actually on that list depending on the way it is served. But for the most part I enjoy what the supermarket calls “exotic” fruits. I call them “the stuff we grew in our backyard”. Seriously, until I came to the Texas I had no idea you bought fruit at the supermarket.
Hell, I didn’t know people actually bought fruit. I thought everyone grew their own.
Anyway, one of my faves is the mango. That sumbitch is tricky to cut and eat, but once you get the hang of it, it is soooo gooood. Of course, you can buy it cut and ready to eat, but it doesn’t taste as good. If you’re not picky, then get the pre-cut stuff. It is still damn good.
Indian Summer
- Champagne
- 1 oz. Peach schnapps
- Mango nectar
- Mango pulp
In a blender, mix nectar and some mango fruit pulp (about ½ cup of each) until pureed. In a glass filled with crushed ice, add the peach schnapps, half of the puree, and then fill with champagne. Swirl with a swizzle gently until mixed thoroughly. Garnish with a lime wedge. If a blender is too much work, just use the nectar. If you can’t find the nectar, use some other juice. Laziness is the mother of invention, after all
Girlie Drink of the Week
Sorry about not posting all this weekend. It was Mother’s Day and I took some time off from all the blogs. But far be it from me to ignore the GDOTW. I just know y’all look forward to it.
Guavatini
- 2 oz. Vodka
- 2 oz. Guava juice or nectar
- 1 oz. Dark rum
- Juice of fresh lime
In a shaker with ice, pour the vodka, rum, guava nectar and juice of one lime. Shake well, and pour into a martini glass. Garnish with lemon.
I like to rim the glass with sugar and use spiced rum for extra sweetness, but I figure y’all might just barf at that
I Don’t Get It
Seriously, I don’t get this holiday.
Why would this motivate you to drink beer and margaritas?
Well, it’s not like we need an excuse around here for that.
Have a great Sunday!
Some Men…
…..just want to watch the world burn.
Found here.
Yes, y’all have seen it before, but I love the way the artist manages to stick it to the AGW dolts
Not Enough Coffee or Jack
I am feeling really shitty today, and can’t even think of a decent open thread topic.
Shit, I can’t think coherently.
All I know is, it’s Friday, and Rebecca Black is banned from here for good reason.
So, feel free to talk about anything. Except Rebecca Black. And eggplant.
I’m gonna go get a third cup of coffee which I shall call Bailey
Tall Tales
Some of y’all may know, last weekend I got to meet Chef Curtis Stone. That was a total blast! Several friends have expressed complete jealousy over that, but it really was pure luck how we got to meet him. Thank you, Lady!
Anyway, it got me to thinking…. Mr. Stone is not the most famous person I’ve ever met. I got to meet Cheap Trick (volunteered as a backstage hand freshman year), Stevie Ray Vaughn (bus broke down at college after a concert and he came out to entertain students), Emmitt Smith (he came into my store to shop for his mom), among others (*cough* Troy Aikman *cough*). I will just say I never stood in line to meet these people. It just happened. But none of the meets were weird, save one.
I was twelve at the time, and our class was on a school field trip to our state capital, to tour the Capitol. See what I did there? Anyway, I was a curious little bugger, and wanted to read every. little. plaque. posted around the place. Next thing I know, I am wandering a different floor, and in desperate need of a bathroom. While looking around for a sign, two gentlemen exit a big room and come towards me. One of them, the older one, asks if I’m ok. I tell him I am lost, and need the bathroom, so he tells me to follow them and he will show me the nearest one.
In retrospect, that sounds like the beginning of a nightmare. But this is the Capitol.
Anyway, he escorts me to the bathroom on the floor below, then gives me instructions to where my class is probably headed. A little concierge is standing nearby with her mouth open. I tell the gentleman thank you, and he tells me I am welcome and to have a great day here. Afterwards, I come out of the bathroom to find the little concierge still there. I tell her hello, and she asks me, “You know who that was??” in a very thick Asian accent.
And as I shake my head, she says, “That was the GOVERNOR!!”
That’s right: Governor Bill Clements escorted me to the bathroom. Talk about Outer Limits.
And what was your most famous weird encounter?
Hubble’s 23rd Birthday!!
And we get the present!
NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has snapped a spectacular new image of an iconic nebula to celebrate its 23 years of peering deep into the heavens.
The Hubble observatory, which launched on April 24, 1990, captured the Horsehead Nebula in infrared light, peering through obscuring veils of dust to reveal the object’s hidden features.
I don’t know….doesn’t look like a horse’s head to me. Looks like a man with his back turned towards me, his arms out, and head looking down. Like a Calvin Klein astronomy ad.
Hope y’all have a great Sunday!!
Memorable Babble
I like Fridays around the interwebtubenets. Usually those are the days for a specific theme at several blogs. For example, our friend JohnD over at Nobody Move! has Friday Movie Quote. Last week on our Open Thread, maestro semprinin suggested that we post our favorite movie quotes. And with the amount of cinematic wordsmithery out there, this should be a piece of cake for most of y’all.
Yes, there are some people like that.
Anyway, rules are simple: everybody can post a limit of five quotes, giving the line, actor, and title.The more obscure, the better. Familiar quotes are fine, but make sure to quote correctly. None of this “Do you feel lucky, punk?” crap*. So, get started!!
*The actual quote is “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, punk?”










