Friday, July 30, 2010

Recipe for Fun : Beer Margaritas

Beer Margaritas
You are thinking to yourself, "Self, she must mean beer AND margaritas." You'd be thinking wrong. Yummo, Thank YOU, Rachel Ray. Thank. You.

We alter the recipe slightly but in all the right ways, if you ask me. Why measure out 8 oz of Jose when you can just use the limeade can to put a few more ounces of spirit into your fun.

You need:

  • Four 12-ounce bottles cold light-flavored beer (I recommend Bud Light. Not just because BL is my D.O.C. It's just right. Trust me).
  • 1 can (12 ounces) frozen limeade concentrate, thawed
  • 1 can (12 ounces) tequila
What you do:
  • In a large pitcher, combine the beer, tequila and limeade. 
  • Optional: Rub a lime wedge around the rim of each of glass and dip it in the salt. Pour the margaritas into the glasses and garnish with a lime wedge.
  • Optional: Make sure the glass is freezing freezing cold OR add tons of BIG ice cubes.
  • Mandatory: Enjoy. Try not to. I dare you.
  • Side effect: Immediate cure to Mommy crises of small to medium proportions. *
*Disclaimer: No I don't think drinking is the real and true answer, but it sure doesn't hurt. It's the dang truth.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Mommy Needs a Time Out

We are blessed. I am blessed. I know I'm lucky. I have a kick ass life, by in large. 

That said...

Sht is hitting the ceiling (schizophrenia anyone??). 

The other day I was pretty sure the day had beat me.  There is too much to do.  Too. Much. To. Do. Our lights blew out (for the bazillionith time).  This time the lights came on dim and I learned we have a fire alarm that works.  Fortunately no fire - but total  inconvenience.  I think as a trigger to the fuse blowing or dimming - my hard drive needed a timeout.  I thought it was dead for a good hour or two and would soon be going up in smoke.  I lost files and had almost no Internet at the later part of the day.  I work from home, this was not affecting blogging (which I'm not doing enough), photo uploading (I haven't done), telling my tale of the amazing trip we just got back from (I only have day 2 drafted, there were 8 flipping days) or even checking my personal email to reply to any of my messages which currently (and for awhile at this point) heavily out weigh my work in box balance. Not right.  You know what else I haven't had time to do? Rewrite that last sentence so it isn't so conversational you tune me out. 

Too. Much. To. Do.

C has been traveling on the constant.  When he isn't, I am.  The "good news" is - we usually don't overlap travel dates and I usually travel on the weekends. The bad news? When he comes home, I leave.  I am or will be gone for many weekends to come.  It isn't all work, but it isn't all play either. 

Too. Much. To. Do.

How do people manage? I know I am not always the best organized or even go at things at the (close to) right way but I can't help but feel like how can I get it so wrong?

PS. I should go to bed right now. Maybe that would help.

Too. Much. To. Do.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Obsession is Contagious

It's no secret. I have a sick and uncontrollable obsession love.

While I was gone two of my friends got turned. Liza, you've heard about that crazy B before and another newly obsessed fan, Sabina.

Side note: Yes I know we need more than day 1 of my journey - but people. I'm a full time working mom*. Sht happens and mommy needs a minute, it'll all be reported (eventually). 

*Side side note I hate that label "full time working mom" what mom ISN'T full time when she's a mom. I'm just saying I work full time AND I'm a mom (wait I forgot about wife... son of a...) 

Let's come back to the summit. I'm happy, excited, jealous and reminded of how frightening I am. One of my friends wrote a bit about her mass hysteria over at her blog.

What I try NOT to do is get sucked down the rabbit hole of social media and Twilight both of which can be all consuming.  I mean there is so much out there that just has to be read.  From the best damn explanation as to why we fall so hard by way of the The Huffington Post and Devra Maza (read and swoon more here) to hilarious breakdowns (to laugh and wonder maybe you too could write them off as a tax expense here or here).  There are the usual suspects of blogs and websites like (yeah I am) or  (no anonymity here folks) but how could I not get sucked in if I looked at those? 

Just like I did today, when Sabina wrote about her new found obsession. I had to comment and so should you - but for fun and because I need you to know. She asked what team I'm on and you should know my response.

I'm concerned here. I'm a concerned citizen with worries that I need to address. Some of it we've talked about - but I'm going to put it out there.

It's one thing to lust over a 17 year old who is "really" 109 (happy birthday Edward, June 20th - information NOT known off the top of my head... thank you Google). It is an entirely different ball of judicial, ethical and personal wax to be lusting over a 17 year old. He's 17. Get your unmarked van and register yourself - because it's not right. He's a teenager, Mary Kay Letourneau. No matter how hot (temperature not appearance... sorry Charlie) you think he is.

Speaking of Charlie - word on the street is there are some Team Charlie out there. Why not?

Team Edward. End of story. Insert all the bumper sticker and t shirt tag lines here...
I run with Vampires.
Because dogs are meant for pets not soul mates.

A friend of mine, who recently 'turned' (into a wild and crazy obsessed fan like yourself) said it best in our recent debrief on the situation. 

"I just don't trust team Jacob people. I don't want them in my life. It's like people who don't drink coffee or won't drink wine. I don't trust them. It's unnatural."

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Guarros Take Europe & UK: Day 1

It's been quite a whirlwind the past few weeks.  Last week, specifically was a big deal. We took a serious trip away with out the child.  It was the longest stretch of time we had ever been away.  Luckily Nana Lu & Uncle Ricky came to the rescue. They stayed at our house to keep L on her schedule, going to school and in her house while Mom & Dad left her arse and began to really and seriously cultivate her abandonment issues. It was a fantastic week away (Friday - Saturday), but it was also a hard one.  Between the time difference and not wanting to call TOO much we missed her horribly. The good news was she would at least talk to us on the phone (for seconds).  Very recently she wouldn't get on the phone with anyone. I'm glad she dropped that habit.

Here's our adventure broken up, because lord knows I have too much to say and I took WAY too many pictures.

Day 1: Arrive in Amsterdam in style! C travels. He travels a LOT. Most days it makes me crazy. This particular stretch of time, I was thinking it wasn't so bad.  This trip was brought to us by the very travel that exhausts us.  With all the points from flying and staying at Marriotts a majority of the trip was "free."  Nothing is free, of course, it was paid for with blood, sweat and tears of single parenthood while he is gone.   That and points.  Points for airlines and points for hotels.  Our Amsterdam accommodations (both times) were completely "free." Holl.ER.  Flying to Europe should only be done in business or first class, it turns out.  We're talking bottomless glasses, warm towels, snacks and meals.  Not to mention personal little space that folds out to a bed (a BED) and all the judgey looks you can handle from flight attendants.  We (usually) tend to (almost) get cut off - but it's worth it.  No seats in the bathroom when we travel for leisure.  Step one to a successful trip is to bump up, no question.

Once we got to Amsterdam, we explored as much as our weary selves could after a (way too long but definitely necessary) nap, checked out our hotel and made ourselves at home at our home base - the Club Lounge. Our first hotel, the Renaissance Amsterdam Hotel was where our adventure began.

Another perk of C traveling as much as he does is Club Lounge access. This means (depending on the hotel) usually very long, if not 24 hours, of free stuff. Mostly soda (lukewarm - more on that later), usually ice and sometimes beer, wine & snacks. Appetizers, desserts - good stuff over all.  In our first hotel there was a life line (free wi-fi). It was heaven.

The best part of our vacation was we didn't plan anything. We would strategise at certain points of the day to work out what was next - but along the way enjoy whatever we came upon.  Sometimes it would be at the hotel, sometimes at lunch or at a quick pit stop.

Regrouping & planning in the lounge

Day 1 for example, the guy who checked us into the hotel (awesome hotel - p.s.) told us the best thing to do first is to take a canal tour. Canal tour, we did.

We were one of the first people on the boat and thought we would take advantage and get a seat outside in the back, walking right past the HUGE sign(s) that stated there was "NO Explanation."  The more the front filled up and the back didn't we started to rethink what we thought originally was a real win. We finally READ the sign staring at us - and made our way back to the front. At this point, unfortunately, it was all about riding backwards down the canals. It didn't really matter, either way - it was amazing. Beautiful and we made it work.

During our next planning session, we figured out dinner. Oh glorious dinner at Lucius.  The picture doesn't do it justice - but so began pictures of dinner. I will do better next time, promise (to try).  Ladies and Gentleman... I present you with the sea.

For more photos you can check out day one. More on days 2 and beyond... later!
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