- Cherry flavored vodka
- Coca-Cola, Pepsi or any brand of cola (I use Diet)
- 1 jar maraschino cherries
- Fill a tumbler with ice
- Pour in 1 shot of cherry flavored vodka
- Fill rest of tumbler with cola
- Add 1 spoonful of maraschino cherry juice
- Top with cherries
How many times can someone stop and start the same blog before Blogger tells the person- “No. Just.. no.. please just give up.” Every time I think of my blog it reminds me of a version of the elementary gym game “red light, green light.” You know that one? A couple years ago I had some momentum but just like in the game someone screamed RED LIGHT and I was caught and sent to the bleachers to be a bystander.
ANYWAY, not going to explain why I haven’t blogged because the reason is simply that I didn’t want to. I thought about it. Wrote down ideas on napkins, post its and the back of my hand when I got a hint of inspiration. But that normally fizzled out before I could ever sit down at the computer. Whenever I did find a tinge of inspo (is that what the cool kids call it now?) I would mess with the blog design and royally fuck it up. See?
The other day I got caught in a “blogger trap” where I started to read a new post from a blogger who had a “You Might Also Like…” section on their blog and next thing I knew I was back in their 2013 archives. I felt such a sense of nostalgia that I went back to my own archives and looked at old posts. While some (most) of them are embarrassing it was fun to look back and re-live some of those posts and moments.
A couple things I noticed while strolling down the memory lanes of my blog archives:
1) I was much more whitty back then.. or at least I think so.
2) I LOVED GIFS. I used them as often as I could.
3) I can’t believe I never told anyone about my blog besides Paco (and I never actually told him, he kind of just figured it out.) I wish I made it public in the beginning and told friends/family because I feel like I would have done more with it if I was brave enough to share it with them.
So do me a favor if you happen to stumble upon this post – go through a couple of my archives and try not to judge or laugh at my writing. THEN go to your archives and do the same. It’s fun. I promise!
Sincerely and ALWAYS Sarcastically,
Happy Monday Y’all. Today I’m reporting live from the struggle bus. It was a long weekend and I’m running on just a few hours of sleep. So my apologizes in advance for the rambling that will ensue.
Friday I skipped out of work a little early because the weather was dreary and I had tickets for a local opera performance of Sweeney Todd. We stopped at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner and drinks first. We visit this place at least a couple times a month because we are obsessed and if we lived closer I bet we’d be there weekly. If I was on death row I would request their lemon drop martini and margherita pizza as my last meal.
After shoving our faces with food we headed to Sweeney Todd. It was my first time attending an opera/play and I really enjoyed it.
Of course we didn’t go home after the show but instead went to a local bar and drank way too many vodka and red bulls. When will I learn that my 29 year old self cannot pull all-nighters like I used to? Holy hell. Never again (which is a lie and I’m sure I’ll do it again sometime in the near future because YOLO.)
I spent most of Sunday doing boring adult crap like cleaning, laundry, and binge watching Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. I scoured Pinterest for hours trying to find a new recipe for dinner before settling for an easy looking shrimp and pasta dish. Butter, garlic, and pasta – how could you go wrong?
I decided to go to a neighboring town’s grocery store where I was certain they would have all the ingredients including fresh shrimp. After a slightly irritating shopping trip – (read: extremely f’ing annoying interaction with the seafood counter guy who spoke in baby bird whispers and pig Latin and clearly didn’t understand any of the words coming out of my mouth when I asked for “1 pound of fresh, shelled, de-veined shrimp.” No seriously.. this guy was not normal. I am starting to wonder if he’s actually an employee there or just some lunatic who broke into the seafood section of the store) – I headed home to start cooking.
The end result was okay but I thought the butter taste was overwhelming. The recipe called for a whole stick of butter but I think it would be better with half a stick, fresh garlic, some grated Parmesan cheese and a little white wine. So actually, just re-do the whole recipe and don’t follow that one at all.
And then GAME OF THRONES! Like what?!!!!? I don’t want to spoil anything for those who haven’t had a chance to watch it but OMG. jdfishdfiuhsdfs
Sincerely and Sarcastically,