Lucky in Wine

When I actually made it home after a full day of work, a Target run (in desperate need of the household paper products), and soccer carpool (both ways), I was able to sit down. Since it was nonstop for me, I missed dinner with no leftovers. With no energy left, I poured myself a glass of wine and had a bowl of Lucky Charms (on sale at Target, I hadn't had them in years). It doesn't get any better than this. Though it did get better when I found an image of wine and a box of Lucky Charms. Who knew this meal was so common.

Dollar Mix-up

Text from the cleaning lady, "I think you left me the wrong check. It was made out to Land*********"

Me at work, "Oh Shit!"

My text, "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Cleaning lady's text, "K"

Once I made it home in lightening speed, I was thrilled to see that the bills were still in the mailbox. I was able to switch out the cleaning lady's check for the actual house mortgage check. That was a close one. I'm sure the mortgage company wouldn't have been too thrilled to have received that dollar amount. Funny how things can get mixed-up.


I know you're probably laughing that I still write checks, but that's what I do and will continue to write checks for certain bills.  Apparently, there are days when I shouldn't be writing checks. Oh well, some day I will be delightfully bored and will have enough time not to mix up checks.

Wine Development

In years past, I've never enjoyed drinking wine do to always getting an instant headache and my face getting flushed even after one glass.

Granted, my experience in tasting different wines has been limited. Occasionally, I would experiment at a wedding or a work event where they provided some kind of house wine. My first actual wine tasting as an adult without parent supervision was when the Handyman and I were in Hawaii on our honeymoon (many moons ago). We participated in a wine tasting at one of the wineries on Maui. Very delightful experience and we bought a case of pineapple wine that was shipped back to our house.

Once the pineapple wine was gone, I was interested in finding wine that would be available locally. In my attempt to be open minded, I would try wine at different venues, but I was never able to attach to any wine that didn't give me a headache.

Not until the Handyman and I went to Spain did I discover wines that didn't give me a headache. European wines appeared to be a safe zone for me. My hope was reestablished. After returning from Spain, I was energized to find wines that agreed with me. Ironically, a trend surfaced with in-home wine tasting parties in my local area. Of course, I took advantage of these events to expand my reach to different wines that I might be able to enjoy. The cool thing about these parties is that they give you access to many European wines.

Now we could look at this as a catch 22 situation. Good wine cost more $$. Bad wine gives me headaches. Give or take. Though I've learned a lot, I am not a wine connoisseur by no means. I'm just a growing expert in what I like and what I don't like.  And it's been fun trying different wines. I will fully admit I like semi-sweet to sweet wines. Most of the cool wine drinkers like the dry wines. Dry is not for me so I'll never be able to hang with the cool kids, but that's never been a priority for me as you know.

The downside to all this is that I've become a wine snob because I won't just drink any kind of wine now. I prefer not to have headaches after one glass of wine and my wallet is lighter these days.

All in all, I've enjoyed the journey to identify good wines that I can drink. Happy exploring.

Immortal Powers

Occasionally as a family we slow down together and gather around the kitchen table to hang out.

On this particular day, the girls started playing the guessing game. Child #2 asked Child #3 what number she was thinking about. Then Child #1 sat down and asked to play. All three were taking turns trying to guess the number of what the other was thinking. In between the my usual household chores, I was enjoying their peaceful play. 

After a round, they all asked me to play. Of course, I couldn't pass up this challenge so I sat down for a turn. It was Child #1's turn and I had to guess her number. The parameters to select a number was 1 to 20.

Child #1 takes a second to think of her number and then says, "Okay, guess my number."


"13"

Child #1 says with a shocked look on her face, "that's right."

Child #3 says jumping in her seat, "It's my turn. It's my turn."

Taking a moment to think of her number, I wait patiently. "I've got my number. Go ahead."

"18"

Child #3's mouth drops open with disbelief.

With a sly smile, Child #2 says, "you won't be able to guess my number."

"9"

The look on Child #2's face shows me that I've guessed her number. All at once, they start to ask me how I do that.

I quietly stand up, shrug my shoulders, and say, "Mothers know everything."

Their disbelief makes me so happy they still believe I have super human powers. The day they all realize I am a mere mortal will be a sad day. Though I know and accept that day, I will relish in their innocence for as long as I can.

"13" is Child #1's favorite number and her birthday number.
"18" is Child #3's birthday number.
"9" is Child #2's favorite number and soccer jersey number.

Climbing the Scale

Apparently, the magic number to a slowing metabolism is 37. Happy Birthday to me. Now eat less, exercise more, just to maintain my standard weight. Balancing work, kids, housework, and myself gets more challenging everyday. Thank God, I am still able to run. I will run until I can't run no more.