Honor Your Dollar

Prosperity Merlot. Apparently the year is not what's important here. $6.79, this is important. 13.5% alcohol. This is a Central Coast wine out of Los Olivos, CA. One man's attempt to help the recession of the 1990's, (some Clinton fans may disagree) Brooks Firstone, the creator of this pretty darn good wine says ‚"“Our philosophy has always been to offer people delicious, unpretentious wines at a friendly price,” these wines are crafted with a passion for quality and uniqueness."”
Well Brooks, that it is. A very tasty, drinkable, full flavored wine. It's a spicy cherry over oak that goes down smooth and warm. The label reminds me of old WWII photos promoting work. Kind of like the famous advertisement for women working on planes while their husbands were serving in the military. You know, the one with the woman showing off her muscles wearing a hankerchief on her head. Just click that link if you are too young to remember, or too old to remember for that matter. Seems like there was more unity and support for America back then. Less haters. Prosperity Merlot. It's good. Have to try the Cabernet Sauvignon and the Chardonnay next, I'll keep you posted.

Fat Bastard

Relax mom and dad, it's just the name of the wine. Is that a hippo? When I opened the bottle, my first thought was it smells like prunes. Not the dried up like raisins prunes, the canned ones they served when I was in grade school. I'm pretty sure I was the only kid who actually ate them. I'm having a glass on it's own with no food to support it's flavor. I think it may have to sit and breathe for a while. It's fruity and pleasant tasting at first, but the sourness overpowers and I get that squinty eye thing going. I'm going to let it sit for a spell and come back to try again. Ok, I went back, still sour and not very pleasant to drink so I'm hangin' it up. Fat Bastard. Merlot. $7.99. According to their website, they outsource their grapes, or should I say it gets outsourced to them. That's right, this French winery doesn't even grow their own! Remember, just because I didn't like it doesn't mean you won't.

Jessica Talks Too Much Blog

"You're soooooo mean", says Jessica. "Are you seriously doing that?" asked Jessica. "Blogging about me?"
Jessica is the daughter of the Bob part of me. She talks a lot. My kids don't talk much. They are very, very , very quiet. Jessica talks in the morning. Jessica talks at night. Jessica talks any chance she gets. She is also loud. She is chatty. I'm used to quiet. She says I can't type either. I can't. I was born in the 60's. I was required to take typing in 6th grade. It was a fail/pass class. It was on an old fashioned typewriter, not like the kids use these days. Jessica called me stupid as I accidentally deleted everything I just wrote and she brought it back. Thanks goodness for kids and technology. Ok, so she talks too much but she has proven herself useful. I guess I'll keep her around for a while. Even though she cost us a fortune tonight. Homecoming is next week. Oh my goodness, do the stores capitalize on that. They even have a special section for homecoming "overpriced"dresses. We did find a beautiful one, and shoes to match. She will be the star of the show next week. Jessica speaking "First of all my dress is sooo adorable. And Kim really can't type. But I do feel honored because she decided to write a blog about me. I decided to invade because I can type way faster than her and yes that is a fact. And you know what? Kim does talk a lot too it's not only me she makes me sound like I'm the only one that ever talks in this family. Alright that's all I have to say. :]"
Well, she is the only one who talks. Nikita talks when her socks need to be washed. Nolan talks when he wants a drink or lunch. Jessica talks...and talks...and talks.

Casa Lapostolle Sauvignon Blanc 2003 $9.39 (White, wussy wine only a mere 14.9%) I had a salmon Salad for dinner and thought white would be best. I'm on my Mom's weight watchers diet. She thought a diet buddy would be a good thing. They use the point system. I'm not sure how many points my dinner added up to but I think the entire bottle of wine was about 10. So maybe 16, 17, 18 including dinner. You're allowed 20 for the day and an extra "free" 35 over the whole week. Hopefully I am a good source of encouragement. I think I used my extra points tonght, as Jessica sucks on a popsicle after downing a big bowl of Chocolate Chip Mint ice cream by Dreyers. I am holding strong, and not caving to the temptation of popsicle or ice cream. I am weight watchers!
I like the Casa. It went well with the salmon. It was light and dry just a little tart. Good. I recommend it with salmon.

Ever Feel SCREWED?

Yeah. Me too.

If you know anything about the Saab, you would know that it has a metal, motor driven power antenna that goes up and down when the radio or CD player is turned on. There is no "play" in the antenna, it's rigid. It's tall. A few years ago I forgot to lower the antenna when I was going through a carwash. It broke. $140.00 to replace. It took me forever to talk Bob into letting me blow money on an antenna. Not one month later, Bob and I were going out for the evening. The Bob part of me didn't want to drive, or I was in "Control Freak Driving Mood," so I was driving or else. We got into the "Saab Story", which was parked in the garage. I was in the car waiting. Bob came out a minute later and hit the garage door opener on the wall from inside the garage. The door was opening. Out of habit and maybe dulled senses from the pre-going out vino, I hit the garage door opener from inside the car. The garage door was now closing, much to my dismay, as I was backing out. The first sign of disaster was the snapping sound of the newly replaced antenna. I stopped, hit the button to open the garage, but it was too late, the damage was done. Of course it was his fault. We don't fight much, but we fought about that. If only he would have left the door alone...blah, blah, blah. I drove it as it was and after a while the real antenna finally snapped all the way off so I gerry-rigged a coat hanger in it's place that way I could hear my AM talk show favorites like Laura Ingraham. It was "Ghetto" for lack of a better description. After a full year the coat hanger was starting to rust, so I finally convinced the Bob part of me to let me spend the $160 (the price went up again) needed to get it fixed. I promised I would be careful. I promised I would be responsible. I promised I would never break another Saab antenna again. Well, you probably know where this is going. Yep. I broke it. Again. Tonight. A few minutes ago. I'm sorry, I really am. I guess you might say I'm SCREWED. I promised and swore on my uncle's father's little brother's pet rabbit's grave that I would not lose another antenna unless it was a freak of nature or God Himself. The Bob part of me does not know. Yet. He is up in North Dakota, working his A** off for the betterment of our family and I have ruined EVERYTHING! I'm sure the new replacement cost is $175. Perhaps I should just get a car with a more stable antenna? I could run out while he is away and buy a new car. I could tell him I won it. Yeah, that's it. There was a drawing and I won a brand spanking new Mercedes. He might buy it. For about a half a second. MAybe I should just admit...
Screwed. 2004 McClaren Vale. Red Wine. Australia.$8.99 alchohol 14%. Mmm. Good. A little sweeter with big, crisp, fruity flavors. In this case, un-screwed. No cork screw needed. Just twist open for a little relaxation. Hints of Vanilla. Smooth finish. Great bottle.AAARGH! No picture. I was trying to find a pic of the lable. It's pretty cool. It's has all these sayings on it..like the one I'm going to use when the Bob part of me comes home, "It wasn't my fault". I found one! Now I can go to bed. Buy this one, don't screw up!