Now that my hair is lighter... it is a bit curly. Thank goodness I spent way too much money getting a perm back in April... wow... there it is... at least not looking like the evil Victoria in Twillight!
Moscato D'Asti is a DOCG wine from Beviamo in Italy. I have been having a hard time finding their website so I give up... or maybe I give up since I'm on the second glass. Though you know which one I'm talking about... the beautiful, odd-shaped blue bottle from Sam's Club.
I am not sure why but this was the hardest wine I've ever tried to open. The cork split in half. In half! So I popped in a decorative stopper that I bought to save for an exciting occasion. That one split too... maybe the lip of the bottle isn't designed right. Who knows?
The wine itself tastes like drinking old pineapple juice with a little bit of blubbly. It is very syrupy. Mostly I bought it since it was on sale and I know of another agent that owns a kiln and can melt it down into something lovely. Now I'm on the second glass, mostly as I have no way of closing the bottle back, but I really don't want anymore.
I could so not wait to show off the new haircut. I haven't had one from someone else in about a year and a half nine months (thanks Mr. Wonderful) now. It looks super cool since he straightened it with a hair straightener. I usually abstain from using irons on my hair, but it should have some serious waves when I let it go natural after the shower tomorrow. :)
Here's the haircut slightly blurry and backwards as I am taking a picture with my phone when sitting precariously on the ledge above the stairwell to get a shot in a mirror.
Here it is with my camera not backwards as I am using my super cool self photograph skills.
Then I thought it would look cool if I took one in the mirror. Excuse the mess on my table I totally just finished making a purse today.
It really isn't that messy... hmmm... guess I need a backdrop or something in that nook.
Over all I'm happy. I hope Mr. Wonderful is... Mr. Wonderful?
Layer Cake's Primitivo is their Zinfandel. I'm not sure I would have purchased it had I known. I'm not usually fond of Zinfandels. This is what one finds out when reading the back (which is what sold me):
You know what... so do I. I love those words. It made me remember seeing the layers of dirt while working at the dig site.
At first glance this red wine from Italy is not what I would look for. It is not from Chile, Australia, or even California. It is from Italy. This wine even comes with a screw top cap... no cork. I'm inwardly really grateful that it is missing a cork. My good arm is killing me still from the hospital run the other day.
It smells like the table wine I drank in England when I was 17. I do not remember what it was, but we had a lot of it. It was a good adventure, complete with rabbit and an opera singer... only one of which was eaten... I'll let you figure out which.
I'm going to have to give this a try some other night to make sure I like it as much as I do. It is not as if I've already had a shot of sake and a glass of that pinot noir from Monday. I'm still waiting for the pain to dull in my shoulder.
Good job layer cake. I'm not sure I would often spend $16 on a bottle of wine... but I couldn't pass up the layer cake.
It started off with my mother rolling around in pain moaning that she could not take her meds since she had to drive herself to the hospital. I informed her I would leave work early to take her.
After leaving work and arriving home I find her still un-medicated but ready to go get her MRI.
As she cries our way to the hospital... over... *looks around*... she informs me she has not taken her medicine as no one was going to drive her to the hospital...
I go to the hospital gift shop and find her some Tylenol and get her some water to help ease it a bit.
The doctor did not fax over the MRI order like he should have. She cried... again...
I filled out her paperwork for her, checked her information, and spelled out her initials for her.
She is given a pink bracelet and announces proudly that it is because she's a female.
The nurse informs her it is because she's a fall risk.
Thanks, nurse... that was a lot of help.
We go to sit down to wait for the MRI staff member to come and retrieve her. Once seated she becomes angry that the nurse considered her a fall risk.
Seriously... the lady who has been crying off and on for hours, isn't walking straight, is limping around on a cane, and is there to have an MRI of her feet... is seriously angry about being considered a fall risk. I inform her it's on her records from the last time she was here.
Then she becomes concerned that her shoes might have to be taken off since they have metal. I remind her she's there to have an MRI of her feet and the shoes AND socks might have to come off.
She cries... she doesn't want her shoes off.
After the MRI I push her around (250 lbs of her) around the hospital to make sure her pain pump is still turned on then walk her to the car and deposit her back off at the house.
Then I wen tot the hospital to check on Papa. He's doing much better. He'll soon be up and Sam's clubbing with us again.
"In the south of France, the Pays d'Oc offers an extraordinary variety of terroirs. Among them, Baron Philippe de Rothschild's winemakers have selected the best parcels for growing the Pinot Noir grape. Thanks to Baron Philippe de Rothschild's know-how and blending skills this wine, in its inimitable style, expresses all the richness of the Pays d'Oc: it offers a highly aromatic bouquet of red fruit (morello cherry, blackcurrant) and violet over a rounded, thouroughly integrated structure." (Back of the 2008 Baron Philippe de Rothschild Pinot Noir)
I was not overly impressed on my first glass last Wedsday so I though I would give it another go. It is a bit strong. It reminds me of hard raspberry candies and it has a beautiful finish that lingers. :) I am not sure that I would buy it again... I would need an occasion for it... maybe with some sweet cream and raspberries on the side... angel food cake... it needs to be combined with something...