MY FAVORITE DOG This week had its highs and lows-that's life. Began by saying good-by to our grand-dog Zoe. She was two years older than JP and though Dad's dog, she was always protective of the boy and a companion when he came home from school. Animals keep you from looking crazy when you hold those one-way conversations. Brittany's are affectionate and loyal, but this girl went above and beyond showing herself as the perfect lady no matter the circumstances. I often said her master could be eating steak two feet from her nose and she would never lower herself to beg but patiently waited until the treat was offered.
LIFE WITH JP As school was out for the week, we had the pleasure of the boy's company for two days (plus the time that Zoe was put down). His new bowling name is JPawesome which I pronounced J- Pawsome to his amusement. He was nailing the strikes, so he was happy. However the bowling pro said his beginner ball would probably only fit for about another month - hint, hint. Lunched at one of his favorites as he can order chicken alfredo from the kid's menu (one of the few places he is interested in seeing a baby menu).
I am not sure where the bartenders of today are getting their training. Apparently, they can only pour wine, beer or bubble gum drinks. Upon requesting a vodka gimlet (usually made with gin) I got blank stares. I explained it's simple composition-vodka & lime juice, shaken not on the rocks. The bartender then said he had no cocktail glasses unless I wanted a martini glass but no stems. Ok-now I'm confused. At any rate he had to go to his "bartender book" to make it; I'm not kidding. This exchange prompted JP's grasshopper bar joke. Again, the bartender has apparently never heard of this drink either though the waiter though it was hilarious as he dragged the hapless barkeep over to hear it. Then we had to explain it- geez. At this point JP was confused as well. Hey, the OH and I get our chuckles where we can. I'm notorious for ordering vodka gimlets and the accompanying explanation. As the daughter of a man who's bartended as a side gig we know our booze.
DIGRESS: The last statement reminds me of a Dad story. He had explained that top shelf liquor was the "name" stuff and the bar's regular stock was fine. To prove my superior knowledge that better liquor tastes better I ordered him Bombay instead of whatever bar swill he was drinking. He was right-he found no difference. However as he and I proceeded to finish off the evening with more than one drink at more than one establishment it was clear that they all work to create equal amounts of inebriation (we had a designated driver). Found out the VFW sells $1 beers which I found to be a mistake later in the evening, and the next morning when I had to do a safety presentation to a construction group....So those dudes that are trying to impress with their fancy Tanqueray, Goose's and Crown it all ends up the same. With the exception of Crown on the rocks of course. If you mix, it all works, like whiskey and squirt don't fall for the upgrade. There's a subliminal message when they only display the fancy stuff on the "top shelf" lol. Thanks Dad.
TURKEY TROTS Enjoyed two turkey days at two different locations over three days. Well, I have two houses and multiple family groups. Although the turkey was not, I was literally stuffed. We gave up on stuffing the bird long ago and just make the dressing without inner bird assistance. Less messy and gravy covers all. Now time to get creative with leftovers though we gave away as much as possible. I'm afraid my massive weight loss after surgery has been undermined especially as we were mainlining Redi-Whip directly to the mouth without benefit of dessert. Which reminds me of Mom as the practice started one Christmas when someone did not want to wait.
On the negative side this week, my sis's KIA became the latest victim to the KIA ragers that snagged it right out of their driveway and proceeded to wreck it-to a point. BUT, the week ended with her joy at the brand-new KIA she received on Friday which may not have ever happened without the initial tragedy. Things happen for a reason; Karma's a bitch; when a door closes a window opens, etc. etc.
LIFE WITH JP 2.0 In this JP-packed week he had a chance to share some 5th grader stories. For instance, he is not the class clown, surprise. As he tends to unconsciously sing during study time and has to be reminded to lower the decibel level, he is known as the crazy class singer which is apparently a positive with his peers. Well, could be called worse I suppose. Also, after the bartender debacle at Appleby's the other day he has determined he wants to be a bartender/comedian. Already has his first joke when he serves Angry Orchard as he will claim it's made from crabapples. The boy has a future.
Oh yeah, Michigan beat OSU, the only time I vote blue. BTW the blue & yellow hearts I use are for Ukraine not the Har-by boys prefaced by MSU green. Peace out.....💚 💙💛
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