More Proof I’m a Natural Blonde
One of the best things about living in my home state …
Is the opportunity to purchase Vernor’s.
I loooooooove Vernor’s.
It’s the world’s best ginger ale …
With a super, kick-butt bite.
When I’m sick,
I make my special get better soon drink …
1/2 Vernor’s,
1/2 lots of pulp orange juice.
Sometimes I add some chocolate ice cream to the mix …
On occasion I’ve been known to drop in a shot of Jack Daniels.
Anyways …
After my recent bout of cold sickness,
I had a little orange juice left,
And about 3/4’s of a 2 liter of Vernor’s still in the fridge.
So I decided to make myself a mixture of it tonight.
Now we all know that with lots of pulp orange juice …
As you get near the bottom of it …
It sort of congeals …
So it’s necessary to shake the container,
Loosen things up.
So I removed the orange juice and Vernor’s from the fridge,
Set the one aside …
And started shaking.
I gave it a good shake …
Really good shake,
And then opened the container.
It’s at this point where I offered yet additional proof of my natural blondeness …
As Indy and I became drenched in Vernor’s …
As did my kitchen counters, floor and window coverings.
Then with Vernor’s dripping off my eye lashes,
I peered over to the kitchen counter …
And saw the orange juice container.
Somehow …
I had set aside the orange juice and shook up the Vernor’s.
Whatabutt.
Whatablonde. 🙂
As we can see Amy has the upmost in class and taste when selecting her team apparel. GO RAIDERS!!!!
Michigan will beat Texas into the turf next time around.
Hey kkl, at least the Pack has Farve, a total class act, he will be missed when he retires.
You have let me down. 🙁
Heck no ! 🙂 I mean, I would have like to see Favre have a good game, but I didn’t really have my heart set on either team. I’m rooting for the AFC now … the Patriots or Colts specifically … and they play each other this weekend, which puts me in a totally win-win situation !! 🙂
As far as what I was wearing during the game … I think I was vegging around in a uber comfy oversized Texas Tech tee and shorts. Go Red Raiders !! 🙂
Congratulations on the win?!!!? Amy, I assume you were wearing your PACKER sweatshirt on Sunday!
Exactly !! Congrats on the win and on becoming the Official Pre-Game Commentator here at AmyNews.com !! 🙂
Props to Gary for dead-on pre-game analysis.
okay, i know this is totally off topic, but I can’t help myself. I just HAVE to say it – YAY VIKINGS!!!
Okay Amy – your Bro is D BEST too. I say Greg is D BEST ‘cos I know him and I don’t know your bro but if I knew your bro like you know your bro then I’m sure I’d think your bro is d best too – so your word is good enough for me. One thing I can say is that my bro ain’t d best, he’s d worst – now that’s a fact jack!!!!
So yay for Amy’s bro (whom I have not met but since Amy has vouched for him (bias aside) then I guess that good enough for me and everyone who reads this) and a yay! for Greg who has had to listen to me yap for what seems forever at times :)(think about the scene in Airplane when Robert Hayes is talking with the elderly lady who hangs herself rather than listen to him talk and talk and talk and………you get the picture) ah – the cross some of us have to carry 🙂
Yes,
There’s no question,
Greggers is great and all …
A most super and wonderful person.
But in my opinioooooooon …
My Bro is the best !! 🙂
Though of course,
I am biased !! 🙂
Amy – face it, once a blonde – always a blonde but now you can actually get away with it, after all, it’s just another blonde moment, right:)
Oh yeah – ‘kenna’s bro is the best…..D BEST!!
Oh….and for the record….I agree with iMom…my brother IS the best.
Vernors! You can still get Vernors? Is it the real thing, i.e., that tangy biting real gingerale or the more modern sweeten to complete with Coke gingerale?
I loved Vernors when I was growing up. My mom and I would split one. Now days all she can get is very sweetened kind. Of course, it’s not possible to get Vernors up here!
The best gingerale on the other end of the spectrum (delicate flavour) was Pale Rock with the Little Mermaid on the front. That was a special treat when we would come to NYC. Of course, no longer available.
The best pre-ocupied story (other than yours!) was my Mother one Christmas. She had been boiling various turkey parts for the stuffing all night. So she’s a little pre-ocupied. She took this broth that she’d been working on for 18 hours and dumped it down the sink.
Much crying later, we convinced her that chicken bullion cubes would be just as good.
Hope you were able to get all that sticky stuff cleaned up.
Jenny
PS: I agree with all of the comments about Gregg. Yea for Greg!
MLE…you obviously don’t know me.
What do you expect … it is called AmyNews.com after all ? 🙂
this is the most self-obsessed person i’ve encountered in any kind of recent memory
Note to Greg:
It’s wonderful to read your stories and notes here on AmyWan’s blog. Your devotion to your sister, your wonderful sense of humor, and your friendship with Amy are great things to read about.
Thanks for adding to the betterment of all of our lives!
Big Hugzz to Greg!
Lisa
No, not abutt, just preoccupied.
Gotcha beat, though.
My wife comes home from grocery shopping and an hour later my youngest fings a gallon of milk in with the breakfast cereal. Cued in, she checks the refrigerator – there is the Frosted Flakes. The three of us (Alexandra, Victoria, and me, the Dad) then start to check other places – we find the bread in the cupboard, the peanut butter in the bread drawer, and the tomatoes in the microwave(?). My girls are now laughing so hard they run to the bathrooms. Looking still further, we found the noodles in the freezer, and the Oreos in the “everything” drawer – which could only have been managed with a thorough squashing (which had been applied). When we found the freshly-purchased bag of onions in the garbage, the three of us collapsed into a heap on the floor, trying not to laugh so hard our stomachs would heave.
In came the wife – “what’s so funny?” We give partial descriptions – as we could get them out while laughing so hard we could hardly speak – she sat down and laughed too, but only at herself and how preoccupied she must have been – between laughs she tells us she’s “too stupid to live”, and “won’t someone please just put her out of her misery?” I offer to do so.
The upshot? She fires herself, and then the Dad does the grocery shopping for a little while, and now the girls do – faster, more efficiently, and with much greater good humor than either the mom OR the dad could muster. And we no longer find tomatoes in the microwave. (although I do occasionally find chocolate hidden in the back of the bread drawer).
(‘course, that coukd be ‘Kenna, I guess…..)