Where in the World is Bob Saget?

[JenniferS]

I know someone who hates every alcoholic drink except for that. I can't get past the disgusting name and peach schnapps, which is also disgusting.

As I have shared before, I am a non-drinker, although I have had a few drinks in my younger years.

One weekend when I was 19 or 20 (legal drinking age here), there was a big dance out at hubby's (then boyfriend) parent's trailer park. Hubby drank beer and I consumed two Fuzzy Navels throughout the evening.

The next morning, his dad prepared the usual "revenge" breakfast - fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausages, fried tomato, and fried toast. While everyone else was green and miserable, and trying to choke down tiny bites, my future FIL and I gobbled up every single bite on our plates. (Except the tomato. I don't eat un-cooked or un-processed tomato.)

I later learned that this was FIL's punishment to his kids for over-indulging. He never yelled or berated them or took away their booze. He let them make their own decisions and drink themselves stupid sometimes. But all seven of them (and their respective dates/mates) learned that they would face the breakfast fry-up the next morning.

Not sure why, but I haven't had a Fuzzy Navel since. I think Hubby's green countenance turned me off forever. I can't even tolerate that synthetic peach smell. Fresh peaches = good. Fake peaches =

 

[Soarin' Over Pgh]

So, no Screwdrivers for you?

Do people even drink Fuzzy Navels anymore?

I didn't say "no" just that they mess me up all night. Heartburn, trouble falling asleep/staying asleep, and stupid bad dreams.

Has never stopped me from drinking them, though.

 

[Soarin' Over Pgh]

As I have shared before, I am a non-drinker, although I have had a few drinks in my younger years.

One weekend when I was 19 or 20 (legal drinking age here), there was a big dance out at hubby's (then boyfriend) parent's trailer park. Hubby drank beer and I consumed two Fuzzy Navels throughout the evening.

The next morning, his dad prepared the usual "revenge" breakfast - fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausages, fried tomato, and fried toast. While everyone else was green and miserable, and trying to choke down tiny bites, my future FIL and I gobbled up every single bite on our plates. (Except the tomato. I don't eat un-cooked or un-processed tomato.)

I later learned that this was FIL's punishment to his kids for over-indulging. He never yelled or berated them or took away their booze. He let them make their own decisions and drink themselves stupid sometimes. But all seven of them (and their respective dates/mates) learned that they would face the breakfast fry-up the next morning.

Not sure why, but I haven't had a Fuzzy Navel since. I think Hubby's green countenance turned me off forever. I can't even tolerate that synthetic peach smell. Fresh peaches = good. Fake peaches =

Ahh, you haven't lived till you've had one of my peach smoothies.

Peach, banana, a handful of pineapple, blended and topped with three shots of top shelf vodka (I refuse to drink cheap stuff, I've learned my lesson). Orange juice optional.

Perfection.

 

[JenniferS]

And another great news story:

http://www.wsoctv.com/news/news/national/smart-car-owners-not-laughing-over-car-tipping/nfTwR/

Clearly that's criminal vandalism and not to be condoned, but dang, those "Idiot" cars beg to be tipped.

If you want to drive one of those mini cars, the Mini Cooper is pretty hot.



As is the Fiat 500c:



But this:


This says "kick me".

 

[MOXOMUMD]

I work in an office all by myself during the week.

I have to look after customers as they come in, complete reams of paperwork, and deal with emails and callbacks. Other than that, I can do whatever I want. At any given time, I have the following sites open: Facebook, WDWMagic, Candy Crush, work email, personal email, and our sales program.

Years ago, in the pre-internet days, I used to read, do crossword puzzles, and cross-stitch embroidery.

We get no breaks, no half-hour for lunch, and cannot leave the office. On weekends, we are usually crazy busy; Mondays are dedicated to paperwork and follow-up; the rest of the week yields a lot of down time.

Given that G. doesn't do paperwork, doesn't know how to access voicemail messages, refuses to do follow-up calls, and can't turn on the computer, I have no idea what the heck he does when I'm not there.

Drinks?

 

[JenniferS]

Drinks?

Yep, both days this weekend too.

He's getting smart though. Sunday's beer was consumed in the potty.

However,
a) I smelled it &
b) I stood on my tippy-toes and peeked in his case (DID NOT TOUCH IT) and saw the empty tall can.

The boss will be speaking with him this week and letting him know that he and I are not getting the next "big" site that opens in September. He has assumed that it will automatically be ours. It will in fact, be offered to Hubby and his partner first. If they decline, it's going to me and a new hire. Either way, this is G's last project; although I don't think she will get that blunt this early.

 

[JenniferS]

Ahh, you haven't lived till you've had one of my peach smoothies.

Peach, banana, a handful of pineapple, blended and topped with three shots of top shelf vodka (I refuse to drink cheap stuff, I've learned my lesson). Orange juice optional.

Perfection.

Take out the peach ... the banana ... and the vodka, and I am so there!

 

[Lucky]

I'd have YouTube open too but the speakers really suck here. I actually disabled them, they're so awful sounding.

I have good external speakers for my computer here at work. I play classical music stations that aren't too distracting but help drown out noise from the hallway or neighboring offices.

 

[NYwdwfan]

Take out the peach ... the banana ... and the vodka, and I am so there!

So this:

 

[NYwdwfan]

So this:

Or this?

 

[trr1]

So, no Screwdrivers for you?

Do people even drink Fuzzy Navels anymore?

some people around here call them fuzzy A--holes

just looked it up here is the real one
Ingredients:

• 1/2 Coffee
• 1/2 Peach schnapps

Mixing instructions:
fill coffe mug half full of coffee. Fill the other half full of Peach Schnapps. Stir and drink while hot.

 

[JenniferS]

So this:

Yes, please.

 

[JenniferS]

some people around here call them fuzzy A--holes

Ewwwww - gross!

 

[JenniferS]

Or this?

Even better!

 

[MOXOMUMD]

As I have shared before, I am a non-drinker, although I have had a few drinks in my younger years.

One weekend when I was 19 or 20 (legal drinking age here), there was a big dance out at hubby's (then boyfriend) parent's trailer park. Hubby drank beer and I consumed two Fuzzy Navels throughout the evening.

The next morning, his dad prepared the usual "revenge" breakfast - fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausages, fried tomato, and fried toast. While everyone else was green and miserable, and trying to choke down tiny bites, my future FIL and I gobbled up every single bite on our plates. (Except the tomato. I don't eat un-cooked or un-processed tomato.)

I later learned that this was FIL's punishment to his kids for over-indulging. He never yelled or berated them or took away their booze. He let them make their own decisions and drink themselves stupid sometimes. But all seven of them (and their respective dates/mates) learned that they would face the breakfast fry-up the next morning.

Not sure why, but I haven't had a Fuzzy Navel since. I think Hubby's green countenance turned me off forever. I can't even tolerate that synthetic peach smell. Fresh peaches = good. Fake peaches =

Funny story. Back when I was younger and dumber (and not a mom) my friends were on a minitour and playing a show in Michigan. In the dressing room they had an alcohol smorgasboard set up for the after show party. Well at some point that evening I decided I really liked Goldenschlager and that was my bottle. I mean the whole bottle. (And I never was a big drinker.) Ugh. Those gold flakes are much prettier going down than coming back up. I kinda remember getting to our room that night and getting in the bus the next morning. I slept all the way from Detroit to Cincinnati, through setup and soundcheck. I was coherent enough that night to shower and get to the show. That was enough to scare me that ever since that night I've only drank beer. Ahh the stupid things we do in life.

 

[JenniferS]

Well, I had planned to have a sick pyjama day (which is nowhere near as fun as a healthy pyjama day), but it turns out I have things to do.

I sincerely hope I don't run into anyone I know. I look frightful!

I might as well go to the butchers and pick up a roast for dinner tomorrow, then the grocery store, then the bank, then M & M's (not the candy shop), then the pet food store for cat litter, then the vets for cat food.

Geesh, nice day off.

 

[acishere]

As I have shared before, I am a non-drinker, although I have had a few drinks in my younger years.

One weekend when I was 19 or 20 (legal drinking age here), there was a big dance out at hubby's (then boyfriend) parent's trailer park. Hubby drank beer and I consumed two Fuzzy Navels throughout the evening.

The next morning, his dad prepared the usual "revenge" breakfast - fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausages, fried tomato, and fried toast. While everyone else was green and miserable, and trying to choke down tiny bites, my future FIL and I gobbled up every single bite on our plates. (Except the tomato. I don't eat un-cooked or un-processed tomato.)

I later learned that this was FIL's punishment to his kids for over-indulging. He never yelled or berated them or took away their booze. He let them make their own decisions and drink themselves stupid sometimes. But all seven of them (and their respective dates/mates) learned that they would face the breakfast fry-up the next morning.

Not sure why, but I haven't had a Fuzzy Navel since. I think Hubby's green countenance turned me off forever. I can't even tolerate that synthetic peach smell. Fresh peaches = good. Fake peaches =

My hangover breakfast is pork roll (it's a jersey thing, you wouldn't understand), fried egg, and cheese on a bagel. We learned to love the punishment I guess.

 

[JenniferS]

Funny story. Back when I was younger and dumber (and not a mom) my friends were on a minitour and playing a show in Michigan. In the dressing room they had an alcohol smorgasboard set up for the after show party. Well at some point that evening I decided I really liked Goldenschlager and that was my bottle. I mean the whole bottle. (And I never was a big drinker.) Ugh. Those gold flakes are much prettier going down than coming back up. I kinda remember getting to our room that night and getting in the bus the next morning. I slept all the way from Detroit to Cincinnati, through setup and soundcheck. I was coherent enough that night to shower and get to the show. That was enough to scare me that ever since that night I've only drank beer. Ahh the stupid things we do in life.

I have never been drunk.
I have never been high.
I have never been with anyone but Hubby.
I have only ever dated two guys (including Hubby).

My kids think I am the "squarest loser" in the Universe.
I hope that one day they will think I was a "good example".

Either way - no regrets.

 

[acishere]

Ahh, you haven't lived till you've had one of my peach smoothies.

Peach, banana, a handful of pineapple, blended and topped with three shots of top shelf vodka (I refuse to drink cheap stuff, I've learned my lesson). Orange juice optional.

Perfection.

My office wants 12 of them.

 

[MOXOMUMD]

I have never been drunk.
I have never been high.
I have never been with anyone but Hubby.
I have only ever dated two guys (including Hubby).

My kids think I am the "squarest loser" in the Universe.
I hope that one day they will think I was a "good example".

Either way - no regrets.

And there is nothing wrong with that.