Groundhog Day! (or how I like to survive my misery)

I know today is Halloween.... but I would like to blog about a different sort of day. (because one is allowed to "dress up" a day into any day she wants on halloween. yeah. )

You see, almost every day at my job includes an installment of "Groundhog Day" ...courtesy of people who act as though GEE WHIZ REALLY? IS THAT HOW THIS WORKS? ... even though they have been there 10, 11, or even 12 brilliant months.

Go ahead.. yell out GROUNDHOG DAY right out loud (right now MINIONS*) because we all know there is no way they are ever going to friggin get this joke.

Thanks.

(* I'm really digging this word too)

Shine

Sorry I missed Friday jukebox time! I love this song, it is my "inspirational song". Didn't know the only version of the song available would include a Harry Potter montage!

imbibe the limeness baby!

lime vodka is totally where its at
you should be 'bout it 'bout it
get up get up and get down



welcome to a crash course in sfoofie bartending

step 1. yaaaaaay! no need to go out!
step 2. mix lime vodka with anything. hell. skip the anything and go straight to it!
step 3. you are lime vodka.



you've passed (forever an optimist)! congrats!

anyway. contrary to popular blogging op polls, i am not drunky drunkersons. it turned out merely to be a friday night watching a pretty great movie with bubs and remembering i have 2 key ingredients in my household to have one very pretty drink. now i get to spend time trying to convince ye 4 readers to try this.

See, the mark of a great pub establishment IMHO is whether or not they have lime vodka. (bonus points if it is the bright green cheap stuff.) you can even get guys to dig the "ecto-cooler" of it all. my fave lil pub here in brew-city doesn't carry the stuff anymore (gee, wonder why i haven't gone there much now?), but when they did, i could get the whole crowd going on the drink. it's unique, colorful, tasty, sophisticated YET deeply white trash. all my friends groan when we go out and i have to ask if lime vodka is in the bar's reperatoire (crap. can't spell. whatevs). no matter what tho, 2 drinks later and they're switched over to this one.

it is really, technically known as THE ALLIGATOR

...and the real technical recipe is:


lime vodka
triple sec
splash lemonade
splash 7-up
squeeze o' fresh lime
garnish with lime


...though i often modify it to:

lime vodka + 7-up / sprite / mountain dew / squirt /etc


Tonight it was the real green vodka and mountain dew. sweet cuppin cakes it was tasty!


A Short History Of A Drink
The Alligator drink was invented* in Whitewater, WI** at a little craphole*** by someone named Justin****. The drink can be done as a shot***** or a tall one****** or a short one*******. The End.


* I really really think so.

** Whitewater was both great and not great in so many ways. Here is a slice o' life there: HI! Welcome to Whitewater! There is no restaurant open past 9pm here! Except Taco Hell! Our Taco Hell has rusty road signs on the walls, tables and chairs were saved from some dumpster, and we'll blare some righteous country music! Shudder! OHHH the best part is that we'll give you parking tickets for parking in a parking lot even though our town is only 6,000 people! We LOVE giving parking tickets!

*** man. the brass rail was/(is?) such a shitastic dumpy place for playing such a key role in my life. fate is awesomely funked like that.

**** it's weird to be thinking about that person named justin. yeah. justin was such a hippy pothead. justin went to australia and came back some kind of savvy save-the-world-type-person but i could totally stab in the dark and guess he's still just just a hippy pothead. that's how these people just are. predictable!

***** bang.

****** preferred method of consumption

******* totally un-PC of me. should be correctly listing it as a "little darling one." ...until it kicks me in the shins.



There. a whole post about my favorite drink. and i'd like to thank my inspiration (nay, the QUEEN of relaying her every f'in FAVORITE f'in $6000 thing all the f'in time.) for convincing my whole nation of blogopia to try my favorite f'in thing. : OPRAH.


cheers!

Lambchops are simply not allowed in the bedroom.

listen.

If you think we're going to have any kind of conversation when you enter and try to hop on the bed grasping a lambchop like an uncouth caveman, you've got another thing comin!

(not that I won't then giggle for 10 mins thinking about it)

Ingrid Michaelson on Carson Daly -

such a lovely song stuck in my head...

Feist - 1 2 3 4

songs i like

I'm never going to peel him away from this...

Today's topic: Why I'm never going to peel him away from youtube. (+ 1st installment of "things my bubs says")

Did you hear? no? Well, let me enlighten you with this

Direct quote: "You know what this means?"..... *pause* ..... "Infinite bedtime stories!"

______________________

*sigh* *giggle* I'm totally crushing on bubs. I'm so glad he picked me.

The End.

peek

really depressing. i know.

surprisingly, i hate starting new blogs with drear. i could talk for days on my blessings. i just can't help this is how this blog birthday has started.

i cry when i think about calling the ones i love the most.... i know it will be endless outpouring of how much of every day i end up hating. i'm sure they are plenty sick of it. i cry because this should be such a great time. i cry because i hate how they've made me hate my once-loved job. the job. the job. the craptastical heap of a job. from the first call i feel this innate anger. anger that i want to provide the very best for that agent, their client, the company and all i get is stressed. i feel my brain crunching and crazed. i hate it. i forget all the mantras i've fashioned in my brain during the commute. i snap instantly to a dark place instead of being the good person i always want to be.

i'm really really confused with direction right now ... this really fraks and confuzzes up large issues

i want to stay and make it better, but that possibility seems capital CRAZY.

the tiniest bit of me takes my weary weepy eyes to read a page of the oldest-fashioned comfort i can find.... thank you to whomever wrote those words of comfort long long long ago. Lord, help me through tomorrow.