aged in a barrel

Bourbon is a staple in our household. And by staple, I should state that we have three minibars set up around the house. One in the kitchen for Beibs beloved whiskey station, complete on a silver tray. A wine bar with coordinating wine accessories in the den. And the odds-n-ends bar at the backdoor for whenever the random urge for an eclectic toddy strikes. No we aren't alchys, we are just very prepared. We have now even stretched our alcohol collection to include various mint plants JUST in case. I'm telling ya, getchaself a mint plant. The pineapple mint is my favvv.

The latest of our endeavors was to create strawberry infused whiskey. It took six days of nurturing but we finally have our completed elixir. Be forewarned, the strawberries should only be eaten in moderation and be prepared for the burn of the first bite. I may or may not have, in extreme haste, thrown the biggest one I could find down my hatch only to immediately spit it up in the sink. Those babies are something serious.

The next thing I'm predicting to happen will be introducing bourbon into more recipes. I stumbled upon Bourbon Barrel Foods which has bourbon infused everything. I'm thinking I should invest in this company. First on the list for the Beibster has to be Bourbon Smoked Peppercorns - his two favorite things all rolled into one. First on the list for me would be the Bourbon Aged Vanilla. Hello another excuse to bake another apple pie. No complaints here.

If my house goes up in smoke, make sure they blame it on the bourbon.

techgating

Since we are headed into summer, which is directly followed by fall(my favorite season), which happens to hold the best thing ever. . . TAILGATING, I have decided to put together the must haves for the perfect tailgating experience (hello never ending sentence). Spice up your tailgate with some of these techgadgets. Now, on to the goods:

The Chair - No one wants to carry one around, but everyone wants to steal yours. Thats exactly how it goes. If this bad boy was yours, I'm pretty sure you could charge a sitting fee. "Ladies & Gents, step right up to enjoy a leisure sit for only $2!" It even has its own speakers with an AC adapter to plug in your phone.

The Charging Station - No matter what, your phone will die. It never fails. This little guy is a three-in-one package. You can charge your phone while roasting marshmallows for s'mores and warm up from the frigid late winter games. For all you single guys out there, this is your free shot. Offer a lady a snuggle around a fire and a chance to charge her phone. You will definitely have some takers on that deal (you're welcome).

The Grill Sergeant - So guys think that aprons are feminine. Well, let me introduce you to my little fran. This bad boy holds everything that you could possibly need to man the grill PLUS holds a 6-pack of beer. Bada-bing, Bada-boom. Dinner is served.

The Chiller - More over Yeti, you have been replaced. This ninja of a cooler stays at its peak temperature for 8 hours without electricity. The best part, its on wheels. They see you rollin', they hatin'.

The Koozie - The words I'd hoped to never say, Toby you were right. A party is all about the Red Solo Cup. This bad boy will not only hold you to that tradition, but it will also let you drink out a can. Best invention since sliced bread.

Only four short months until we can start breaking all these cool kids out for tailgating season. Woohoo!

Happy Tuesday Ya'll!

the weekenders

Wohoo only one more day until the weekend! And for the lucky ones, today is your Friday because of Hangout Music Fest. Ohh, the jealousy. We, the less fortunate, can't catch a break these days. Teachers bragging about their ever fleeting days before their summer vaykay. People posting endless pictures of their beach getaways all over the Book. This is when it would be veerryyy convenient to have the ability to time travel. Catch a concert at Hangout during your lunch break. Zip on over to the Maldives to soak up some sun after work. Dinner on the moon. The possibilities are endless!

I challenge all you vaykaying dude and dudettes to master the dougie. Step It Up bird style. If the bird can do it, you can do it.  Make special note of the amazing leg pop at 3:02.

Finally, after waiting two months, I received my first delivery from the Dollar Shave Club. Beibs is determined to steal this from me, but until that day this bad boy is mine! If you don't know about the Dollar Shave Club, you are missing out. Once a month they deliver blades to your mailbox so that you never have to use a dull blade again. Yes, I use men's razors and I am completely okay with it. Be sure and check this deal out. I'm obsessed(whats new)!

Back to Jared, the manmooner. His story is that he escaped the jaws of a shark. My story is that he was ever so slightly brushed up against coral while frolicing around the ocean. Either way, he survived with his manhood and this souvenir.

Happy (almost) Weekend Ya'll!

the brokay

It seems every time I turn on my tv or open a magazine, there is some hybrid hodgepodge word thrown in my face. It use to be that only works for medical words i.e. aquaphobia, the fear of water. Now there are TONS out in the celebrity world (Brangelina, TomKat, Speidi). Even better, they have a tool that will make your own celebrity couple name. Get to work, peeps!

My favorite of the hybrid words is bromance. It's everywhere! I happen to have two guy pals, Jared & Shelton, who just took their bromance to a complete different level and went on a brokay or even better a manmoon. Yes, that would be a week trip for two to Hawaii (Shelton actually won the trip being amazing at his job). They are both extremely straight but my jealousy of their amazing trip has caused me to coin their trip the manmoon. Jarshe, the amazing manmooning duo. I wished upon their arrival to find a queen sized heart shaped bed for two with various towel creatures each night. Sadness, they didn't receive that. Look at the two little manmooners.

To make their trip even more jealous worthy, every night they came in to their room they had a surprise gift waiting for them to the extent of an iPad3 and Costa's. Seriously!?! That is like Santa got drunk and a slight case of dementia and showed up 7 months early for Christmas in Hawaii.

Beibs, if you are listening, it would be so super amazing if you decided to take me on a datemoon. Think about it. I don't hate it. Or if anyone else is listening and they happen to have a bomb job that gives away free trips, remember I'm only a phone call away.

can't win em all

We are only eleven days deep into May and I have already learned many life lessons this month. Here are my favorite current life jewels:

1. Tequila was only meant to be enjoyed on the 5th day of May, definitely not during a work dinner. And most certainly not on the rocks. From now on, I'm making sure that it stays inside it's bottle and not in my glass. This looked a lot like my morning today.

2. Save the workouts for private locations. Not included in this would the office bathroom. See, my latest obsession is lunges. I have become a lunging fiend. Every straight away, every chance I get, I start lunging. I have figured out I can do 8 lunges in the bathroom. "Oh hey there, yes, I would be the crazy girl getting her workout on in the bathroom. Please excuse my insanity."

Happy Weekend Ya'll! Start it off right with this amazing guy.

the black abyss

It feels like I have been waiting to see the Avengers f o r e v e r. Yesterday, we finally made time to go. I had my priorities in line by waking up at 8 ready to get the day started so we could make it the first showing (I have extreme issues with being late to things). Beibs had other ideas in mind. The first thing he wanted was oysters. Exactly, who wants oysters 12 hours post an all day tequila binge? Yep, that guy.

We choked down our plates of oysters and off we went. My contacts have been going extremely wack these last couple of weeks. And of course, they decided to really freak out during the movie. I watched 3/4 of the movie with one eye open. Uhmazang let me tell you. Anyway, in the opening part of the movie they show these freaked out alien people. I have the most side tracked brain on the history of planet. I spent the majority of the movie thinking about how many people are actually in space. Don't worry, I found out for you.

Whaaaaa? I was totally expecting some extremely high number. For what reason, I do not know. I guess I was thinking that we would have a large number to cowboy lasso all these rouge aliens up. Either way, I spent my weekend obsessing over another country or planet. Speaking of outer space again, what in the hey is the super moon? Someone please enlighten me. Until then, I'll be trying to figure it out. Happy Monday ya'll :)

Side note: refrigerate your cellular device. This summer is going to be a doozie.

triple play

1. I'm about 98.4% sure that Strawberry Abita accidentally ended up on Planet Earth. Here is how I think it went down: The gods were having a little too much fun on Mount Olympus and Dionysus, in a drunken stupor, accidentally knocked over a table sending a bottle of Strawberry Abita to Earth. And poof we get a morsel of the god's ambrosia. Yep, definitely how it happened.

I use to start my grocery trips on the produce side. Not anymore. Now I head straight to the beer section in haste knocking over all the grannies in the pharmacy section on my way. Not seriously, but I swear give me anything with wheels and I get road rage. This perfectly describes how I feel every time I get a Strawberry Abita in my hands.

2. Joseph and I decided to spice up our workouts with a game of basketball. I haven't played basketball since I was tween and I'm pretty sure my skills haven't improved since then. In the end, I destroyed Beibs' high school hero b-ballin days and beat him. It may never happen again so I will live it up to the fullest. Looks like this little tot should have spent more time on the court.

3. In my book, USPS and Kate Gosselin are the same level. They never cease to amaze me in all their levels of splendor. Here is the precious little nugget I came home to yesterday.

Why, of course, Mr. Post Man, I know how difficult it was to walk the 4 feet to the post box and place my package in my mailbox. Naturally, it seems so much easier to throw the box at my house and leave it where it landed. How I love you, let me count the ways.