Friday, September 17, 2010

The Kickaboo Juice Recipe. Drink at Your Own Risk.

Alrighty folks, here it is! Straight from my childhood (not that I drank any back then) and brought to you by my mother, her neighbor, and the Letter Q.

Kickaboo Juice

Mix together:

2 qt – 7-up
2 qt - Squirt
1 qt – Cranapple Juice
½ Pt – Slow Gin
½ Pt – Everclear

Slice 3 oranges and 1 lemon into mixture. Chill & serve with ice.

And then, because it cracks me up, I will add the final bit of advice my mama gave me... "I made an ice ring out of some of the mixture to put into it to keep it cool while serving it."

Because a drink made with slow gin and everclear absolutely needs an ice ring to add a little class. Ha!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

My Very Own Happiness Project

You've heard about this book, right? The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun, by Gretchen Rubin, details a woman's year-long quest to increase the happiness in her life. It was a big deal on Oprah and made the magazine circuit, so I've had it on my 'To Read' list for a while. I was pleasantly surprised when I found it on my library's digital site so I checked it out, loaded it onto the Nook, and dived in.

The first thing I noticed is that Gretchen Rubin is exactly like my friend, Meredith. I immediately called Meredith to tell her this and probably sounded like a crazy woman. It's a good thing Mer is used to me :)

The second thing I noticed is that this isn't some feel-good chick lit type of book. The entire concept is approached rationally with relatable steps. I'm only a few chapters in but the book has already inspired me to tackle a couple of things that have been weighing on my mind.

Last night, I cleaned the coat closet.

As I told my Facebook friends, this is akin to other people saying, "I climbed Mount Everest" or "I brought about world peace." That coat closet has needed to be cleaned since shortly after we moved into the house - EIGHT years ago. To actually wade in to dig years of coats and mittens and sports equipment out of that closet was huge... HUGE! And I did it! My coat closet is now neatly organized, I have a big ol' pile of coats that I will drop off at Goodwill today, and I discovered a forgotten set of soccer knee pads just in time for Miss A's first game on Saturday.

Even better, I received a nice boost in my happiness level for the day. I'm liking this book! I can't see what Miss Rubin suggests next.

Monday, September 13, 2010

In Which I Read

To avoid Vietnamese adoption issues for at least one more day, I shall provide you with a couple of recent reads that are absolutely worth your time.

Roma: The Novel of Ancient Rome (Novels of Ancient Rome)
by Steven Saylor. Wow. I love history, but Saylor goes above and beyond. The book follows a certain talisman from its first giving, in the process showing us the creation, rise and fall of the Roman Empire. I really loved this book. I loved the way it taught history while feeling (and actually being) a novel. I wouldn't use it as an ACT prep manual, but it's very, very good. I'm moving on to his Roma Sub Rosa series - a historical detective series - and hoping it's half as good.

The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun
by Gretchen Rubin. I'm only a couple of chapters into this one, but I'm impressed. It's been on my 'To Read' list since all that fuss on Oprah, but I was afraid it would be a little too gossipy or 'chick lit' for me. As it turns out, Rubin is an attorney-turned-novelist with a researcher's bent and a mom's guilt complex. I'm loving it so far and finding so many of her observations dead-on.

Friday, September 10, 2010

To My Mother

The entire internet is waiting for the recipe for Kickaboo Juice and yet, you have still not emailed it to me.

Maybe not the entire internet. But at least the people who read this blog!

Well, not everyone who reads this blog drinks beverages containing alcohol so perhaps it's mostly just me.

But I'm your oldest child and you love me... so type the darn thing and send it!!!

Love, Me

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Because I Can

My mom found the recipe for Kickaboo Juice. Actually, our neighbor Richard found it. It contains rum, not vodka. Kill me now. I will share the recipe once she emails it to me.

We are taking the girls to Disney in less than four weeks. I am in no way ready. I haven't overplanned... or even underplanned. I feel plan-less. I do have a suitcase sitting on my bedroom floor and I toss things into it on occasion. I don't think that's good enough.

I am more than ready for my business trip to Indy in October. I'm not sure why. I am, once again, speaking at this stinkin' conference. I am, once again, without appropriate clothing and shoes. I am, once again, thinking of a hotel room all to my very own self with maid service.

My house is a pit. I am not in the mood to clean it.

My oldest kitty, Oscar, needs to be put to sleep. He has kitty diabetes and he's been looking tough for quite a while now, but I just can't do it. I even made the phone call to the vet's office... but then I come home and he sits next to me on the couch and... I'm just not ready.

Work is massively nuts right now. There's no end in sight, either. It's crazy for everyone, and we're all doing our very best to share the load and put up with bad moods and seemingly inexplicable fits, but at some point we're going to need a break. See above hotel room with maid service.

Football season starts. In fact, in less than 48 hours my rear end will be in my very own seat at Memorial Stadium, cheering on my Huskers. This is a good thing. Our seats are located next to a kick@ss nacho cart.

I cannot overemphasize the awesomeness of that nacho cart.

I've been working out almost every day for the last two weeks. I'm planning to run another 1/2 marathon at the end of November, but right now I'm focusing on burning calories (see above trip to Disney) so I'm spending an hour on the eliptical every time I go to the gym.

The new Daughtry cd makes for a fine workout accompaniment.

My knees are too old to spend an hour on the eliptical 12 days out of 14. Owie.

My girls are all loving school. Miss P's preschool teacher is teaching them the months of the years by using the movements and rhythm of the macarena. I feel this is wrong somehow.

I remember doing the macarena and it was wrong then. It's definitely wrong now.

I think that's all. That's all I can think of right now. I realize it's not really anything, other than rambling. But it's my blog and I can do that if I want to. It's much easier than trying to make sense.