Individual Servings

I know individual servings of wine have been around for a while, but I just recently discovered an individual serving of a wine I actually like. So I bought a 4-pack which is basically a bottle split in 4 individual servings which is amazing because it means you don't have to drink the whole bottle in one sitting or two sittings. 

Today I opened my first little bottle and as I was opening it I felt very weird and confused. Part of me felt like I was opening a bottle of wine and the other part of me felt like I was opening a beer. So I sent the picture below to my friend Kris along with the following message:

"Would I be too much of a redneck (pardon if I offend anyone, but here in the South, redneck is more of a term of endearment) if I were to drink this straight out of the bottle?"

And she replied "You could always fancy it up by using a crazy straw"

So I did this:

That was for laughs only though - I ended up pouring my wine into a glass like a civil person.

Triple de Aceitunas

Tonight was one of those nights that I just did not feel like cooking. Suddenly, I became inspired by the one and only Pasteleria San Antonio, and I fixed myself a variation of a triple de aceitunas. 

The bread was not the ideal one, but it was the only one I had around...

I could've had a worse dinner... I could've eaten fried corn bread...

It Happens to the Best of Us

Usually it's July before I realize that I've left a Christmas decoration in some random part of the house... this year the decoration was found before January was over!!

At what point, I wonder, did I think it was a good idea to put this lonely snowman on the wicker shelf in my bathroom while decorating for Christmas? No clue.

I guess I need to go find the box in the attic and tuck him away for a few months...

A True Excuse

Who ever first used (and abused) the excuse of "my dog ate it" sure ruined it for the rest of us who followed who have fur-babies who sometimes like to get into things they are not supposed to... like work nametags. 

These are the remnants of Norm's nametag (might want to click on it to get the full effect):

See the pin? I'm surprised they didn't hurt their mouths playing with it... 

We found the metal part laying next to Cali, as usual, she always gets stuck with the blame for whatever mischief they cause. But after tonight (when we gave them veal marrow bones and Pellet destroyed his in 5 minutes and Cali was still chewing on hers after 20 minutes) we are coming to realize that those teeth marks just might be Mellow Pello's...

The Diesel Test

So we got a new car a couple of weeks ago. This new car is a turbo diesel. Not a big deal, yes diesel fuel tends to be more expensive than regular gas, however, I get some insane miles per gallon average and VW diesel cars have an expected lifespan of 500,000 miles or something along those lines which in my world translates to "one day we will actually have no car payment!"

Obviously with a diesel car comes new concepts:
1. I must stop at a gas station that sells diesel
2. When I find a gas station that sells diesel, I have to make sure I pull up to the right pump

I've only filled up the tank twice since we've had this car and both times I came across the same scenario:
There is only one pump with diesel at the gas station
Some random person has pulled up to that one pump and is pumping gas (not diesel) when there are plenty of "gas only" pumps available.

Well, in typical Fernanda manner, I stress myself out because I am completely helpless and must wait. There is absolutely nothing I can do about the situation (besides getting out of my car and asking/telling the person to move to another pump... which I almost did... both times).

Obviously, before driving this car, just like the two people that have raised my blood pressure and aggravated my anxiety for the five extra minutes I had to wait to get to the diesel pump, I used to pull up to whatever pump was the first available. Driving this car has developed a new appreciation for those green pump handles.

Maybe I should see it this way: driving this diesel car and having to (probably most of the time) wait in line at the gas station to get to the diesel pump will be a great, continuous test of patience.

Respect

Overheard by yours truly earlier today in a public place:

This was the interaction between a whiny 8-10 year old and her mother:
Whiny child [yelling]: Mom! Mom! Mom, you are not being a good parent right now!!!
Child's mother: I know

And we ask ourselves "what is wrong with the youth?"?? my question is "what is wrong with the parents of the youth?"??

This interaction between parent and child would have never stood a chance when I was 8-10 years old. And  today I am thankful to my parents for it.

Family Portrait

Family portrait:

This is what took to get there: