Monthly Archives: July 2010

40 Cents, a Homewrecker and Un-retiring in your 20’s!

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Ok so we got a lot to cover in this post and I’ll try to make it as quick as possible cause I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do. And if you don’t have anything else to do-grab a snack and enjoy the ride you are about to go on!

So I know I have been away for a while and that has to do in large part with being OOT (out of town) to visit the fam-damnily in PA and NY (damn yankees). We had what is called a Horton Hoedown—which gets about 50 of my relatives on my dad’s side together every 10-15 years and enables us all to get drunk as skunks (this is where the 40cents kicks in) and make inappropriate jokes, give people ridiculous nicknames (aka Home’Wrecker’), and all in all have a great couple of days together. But before my hubby and I embarked on this adventure we had to make a stop at the Grubhole. What’s the Grubhole you may ask?!?!? It’s a cabin my grandfather built, out in the middle of nowhere-land Pennsylvania (Rexford to be exact) where there is no cell phone service, TV (yet!), or garbage disposal. There is however beautiful scenery, all sorts of wildlife that are literally within a few feet of you and a sense of CALM I have yet to find anywhere else. My hubby-Adam- had never been in our almost-9 years of marriage and dating so it was time for him to take in the fresh air and ‘rough it’ (just kidding we have running water and toilets that flush so it’s not really roughing it but whatev and didn’t I mention the fridge was stocked).

Fast forward a couple days to the Horton Hoedown celebration in Elmira, New York—specifically the Finger Lakes winery tour we took on Saturday. Imagine twenty of so folks loading a bus to visit 5 wineries in less than 4 hours. Sounds like a good time huh?!?!? Well that’s what we did and I took FULL advantage!

On a sidenote—my crazy family likes to give folks nicknames. For instance mine is Stella, my sister’s is Taffy Sue. We also have a General, Colonel, Tater, Box Car and plenty of others that don’t make sense (which is the whole point). Well somehow as a rite of passage, Adam was awarded the nickname of Homewrecker, ‘Wrecker’ for short. No you are not reading about an episode of Jersey Shore-this is really what they wanted to name him. We have no idea how he got this name since there was no ‘homewrecking’ going on when we were 18, but a drunk cousin thought it was funny so it stuck.

This is an example of a homewrecker! Adam? not so much!

Now back to Saturday—after we got back from the winery tour I tried to take a twenty minute power nap which wasn’t that hard believe me–wineries can’t take a lot out of ya. Back downstairs we went to a giant room rented out just for us and the night ensued. There was a lot of crazy dancing (hopefully no video was taken) and continued drinking. The party wrapped up and I went to bed—or at least I thought I was going to bed. At roughly 1:33am I woke up and new nothing good was about to happen. Telling my husband that I was about to ‘lose it’ I walked quickly to the bathroom and yes ladies and gents-had a one on one hugging the toilet. Well after a few minutes of that drama I knew I needed to get the awful taste out of my mouth and I always remembered what my mom (she’s a nurse) said when you had an upset tummy——-SPRITE! It cures everything right?!?!? Well Adam attempts to go get one for me and believe it or not those stupid vending machines charge $1.50 for one of those suckers. Unfortunately all the loose cash had been used earlier in the day (I digress!),

Yup- we were besties for about 5 minutes early Sunday morning!

so I was left with no option but to (wait for it-wait for it)…….call my dad so I could bum $.40! There I said it—yes the 26 year old needed change from her dad because she drank too much!  And here’s the kicker-all they had in the vending machine was Mountain Dew…Damn! So needless to say I had to hear all about it the next morning and so did the rest of my family (thanks Dad). But I will say this—by 1:57am I was feeling better than I ever had. LOL (note: This is not a regular occurrence BTW. I am not a whine-O obviously cause I can’t handle my liquor and probably total had 7-8 glasses in a 24 hour period. NEVER again!)

Hope this brings you enjoyment (at my expense) and of course as always I would love to hear from ya! XOXO

J

P.S. My girl Amanda Bynes decided she wants to Un-Retire! Really Amanda—what’s it going to be next week? I’m sure I will find out on the E! New ticker. 🙂

Sweet as a Georgia Peach…..

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One of my favorite parts of summer is heading to a local farmer’s market and taking in the fresh produce–especially PEACHES! I love them so much I even named my first dog after them–her full name was Peaches Plum Gill (cute huh?).

SCRUMPTIOUS!

Anyways last year my husband introduced me to grilled peaches which is by far my favorite thing–it’s like the best dessert EVER. Check out this recipe and give it a try-it very easy to make and even better to eat. Enjoy!

Jobs-the Best and Worst

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Deb!

So while driving today my hubby and I went by a Little Debbie delivery truck parked in someone’s driveway and of course I made the comment, “Man wouldn’t that be the best job? To have Little Debbie’s at your disposal all day-every day.” Of course I don’t know that I’d really like the job of stocking shelves, but having Little Debbie’s at my command doesn’t seem like a bad idea. Especially those swiss rolls–YUM YUM YUM! Anyways this got me thinking about the show Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe (which Adam thinks is wonderful, and my friend Brandi likes it too even though I think she has more of an obsession with Mike Rowe than anything else).

Dirty Jobs follows Rowe working some of the hardest, most labor-intensive, disgusting jobs all over America. This has included stops at waste treatment facilities, zoo’s, port-o-john cleaning stations, constructions sites, and landfills of all shapes and sizes. How about a BIG no-thanks to those?!?!? Yea it makes me appreciate my job more too!!! With that being said I recently met someone in a elevator (yea I am one of those who talks to pretty much anyone) that works as a courier. On an exceptionally hot

I don't wanna know what's on his face!

day I made the comment about the heat and how they handle it. He proceeded to inform me that it’s not too bad. He normally has his momma (yea that’s what he said–his momma) pack a cooler every morning with 5 frozen water bottles and that gets him through the day. He also tells me though that during a normal summer he loses 20-25 lbs. Now that may be a job to consider?

Any thoughts on  good and bad jobs? Would love to hear them!

XOXO-J

“Dad, I’m Never Gonna Wash MY Hands Again”

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Growing up my sister and I jokingly told people that we were pretty sure my dad wanted a boy. Of course only jokingly because if you know our relationship with our dad you would know that we are two of his FAVE people and definitely his FAVE daughters (even though there is only us two to chose from). That being said he did take us to tons of football games, baseball games and basketball games, as well as smoky bars and music stores of all shapes and sizes. But one thing my dad did take me too was probably one of the coolest experiences any 12 year old could have—a WWF match at Municipal Auditorium. Yes it was the probably the highlight of my life at that point in my 12 short years. I was a huge wrestling fan, complete with my own deck of wrestling cards, shirts, bandanas, etc. So when I found out we were going to a wrestling match in Nashville I was ecstatic. I’m pretty sure our seats weren’t the best or it could have had something to do with the fact that I was 4 foot tall and couldn’t see anything (whatev), but by far the coolest part was when Macho Man Randy Savage came down the aisle and touched my hand. I instantly turned around and told my dad I would NEVER wash my left hand again.

"Oh yeah----snap into a Slim Jim"

First of all that’s just nasty and unsanitary! Honestly though I seriously thought that all wrestlers ruled the world so this was a HUGE moment for me and I remember every second. This being said-did anyone notice the contestant in the Nathan’s Hot Dog eating contest that had face paint on looked a lot like the Ultimate Warrior? Well that’s the first thing I thought when I saw him. So that leaves me to ask is the early-90s wrestling phenomenon coming back? Probably not! But a girl can dream can’t she?!?!?

Ultimate Warrior (R.I.P)

Dude from hot dog contest! Told ya...

As always would love to hear from you and BTW a BIG shout out to my sis Kate who turned 20 today, which makes me feel super old. Before you know it she’ll be 30 and I’ll be knocking on 40’s door-boo to that! XOXO–J