Suggestion From a Non-wine Snob

These days I would consider myself more of a wine drinker, than my sorted past of beer drinking. That being said, I am not capable of wine snobbery. I don't have the palette for it. But the other night, my dear friend brought over a bottle of wine that I wanted to tell you about. Its called Line 39 Lake County Cabernet Sauvignon. Here's what the label looks like so you can also enjoy its yumminess. Like I said, I don't really know the difference between "oaky" undertones and a "fruity" presence, but I know I don't like sweet wine. This cab has the best flavor, like nothing I've tasted before, and I kid you not, it leaves you with the most wonderful "vanilla" flavor at the end of your sip. Its like candy....but not sweet. See...I can't describe it, but you must, must, must buy a bottle and see what I mean. Its borderline life changing.

NLJ

Lazy Days of Fall

As much as I really hate fall, I mean I do, I just really hate it, I can't wait to stop mowing and stop watering the plants. OK, who am I kidding...my plants are D.E.D. - dead. Its embarrassing really. My plants on the front of the house have completely kicked the bucket, but the ones behind the house are good....except for the cucumbers. We're SO over cucumbers, tomatoes, and grape tomatoes around here. I guess I'll run over to the farmer's market and grab some mums for the front yard and call it a day. Just wait until April rolls around and I'm going to be itching for cucumber salad like a crazy person.

NLJ

Gag Me With a Spoon

I don't know what exciting things have happened to you today, but I got barfed on. Yep, first thing on an above average Friday, I wake up and BAM! Barf. The Boy and I were hanging out in bed watching the Today Show, per usual. He grabs his sippy cup of milk and SLAMMED it. Ten seconds later there's curdled milk all over me and Blankie. TGIF like no other.

NLJ

We Got a Bleeder

Last week after I shaved my legs, put lotion on, got dressed and went to put my shoes on, I noticed I cut myself shaving and there was blood running down and now smeared all over my leg, and on my shorts. Today, same thing. How does this happen? Do I not have feeling in my legs? Is there a term for these phantom bleeders? You know, like how you call it a "white glover" when you go to wipe after a #2, and there's nothing on the paper.

NLJ

Days Of Yore

I promise every post will not be sports related, (or maybe it will, seems I do think about it a lot) but did you see the Twins game last night? Now that was a fun game. Home runs, RBI, and stolen bases as far as the eye could see. There's just nothing better than baseball in September, unless you're lucky enough to have your team playing baseball in October.

The Husband and I were reminiscing about the days before The Boy, and how we surely would've been at Old Chicago eating Double Deckeroni pizza that night for dinner. We always went there to watch the final Twins' games. We would pray and pray to get off work early or take a day off during playoff games. We'd hit that bar at 1 in the afternoon, and stay all night, and would've made a whole new group of pals. Ahhhh, those were the days. Instead I made spaghetti and salad. No garlic bread because we're "watchin' it" because we want to live long enough to see The Boy graduate from college. Priorities. Hhmmppff.

NLJ

My Fantasy

I need to find a new direction on what this blog is about. Work is slow now, I don't have anything to share. Its really boring for you to read about, and even worse for me to write about. So, I think I'll take a new direction on my writing, and I'm just going to write about topics o' the day. These topics, I promise, will not be life changing, earth rattling, or the like. But its just what I got goin' on, today.

I'm the commissioner (well, co-commissioner) of my fantasy football league. I don't know enough about the players to be full on, but I know every one's email address, so that gives me my "co". Last year I won, I mean I killed. This year I suckety, suck, suck, suck. Its hard to go from first to worst. I finally won this week after losing two weeks in a row. The husband has told me that I need to chill out, and reminds me its only "fantasy football," and that it shouldn't wreck my day. I'm a 36 year old competitive girl, that's not a pro athlete, and the husband won't play games with me because I tend to be a poor sport. It does wreck my day, in fact my whole Sunday and Monday. This is my outlet. My name is Nicki, and I'm a fantasy football addict.

NLJ

The Fun's Over

Summer is unofficially over. If anyone even checks this blog anymore, I'd be shocked. I took the summer off. I worked...a little. There were trips to plan, sun to be enjoyed, and lunches with pals to be taken. Its time to buckle down again, as the weather has already turned a bit cooler. Long pants and socks are back in the wardrobe, and the air conditioner has been shut off. I know everyone loves the fall, the colors, and weather....but it depresses me. It may, in fact, be my least favorite season. The dread of winter that it brings, is usually worse than the winter itself.

So I started hitting it hard again this week. I did a job for a new designer. Turned it around in 2 days, and she's happy, and already has another project lined up. With another designer we're starting a country club. I sent the project out for bid this week to a few contractors. And the designer in Dallas shoots me emails here and there, but nothing too much. We'll see what happens after the country club is done, I might try to throw one more designer in the mix. Heaven forbid.

NLJ