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]]>When I first opened the (cute!) bottle I was wary, because ew. But all reds have a pungent odor so I poured a glass anyway. And as I expected, after a little time to aerate the aroma improved considerably. Not bad – I’ve finally developed a taste for reds and in my opinion cabernet sauvignons are a little milder than others. Most reds do go down smoother with a nice plate of rich pasta, but this one isn’t bad solo either.
Final verdict? A little drier than I tend to prefer, but considering it’s a bottle I picked up for $6 simply because I liked the label – I give it a thumbs up. Six stars out of 10.
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]]>Scene: My cubicle at the office, around 10 a.m. My mom called to ask a question.
Mom: I’m sorry to bother you at work, but I need to know what that thing is called that my friends gave me at my retirement party.
Me: That wine tasting cup? I have no idea. Why?
Mom: Yeah, that. I’m trying to write thank you notes and want to refer to it by name. Didn’t someone call it something that started with an s? Somm-something?
Me: Sommelier? That’s not the cup, that’s the guy that uses it.
Mom: Are you sure? Then what’s the other thing called?
Me: I don’t know, why don’t you just call it a wine tasting cup?
Mom: Because I want to know what it is really called.
Me: Fine. Let me google it. [hoping my nearby coworkers are enjoying their impromptu wine lesson] Here we go, it’s a Tastevin.
Mom: A what?
Me: It’s pronounced taht-VAHN.
Mom: Okay…how do you spell that?
Me: T-A-S-T-E-V-I-N.
Mom: T-A-S-T-B-I-N.
Me: No! T-A-S-T-EEEEEEEE-V-as-in-Victor-I-N. [acutely aware that at least 6 people can clearly hear my end of the conversation]
Mom: T-A-S-T-V-I-N.
Me: [getting annoyed]Â Mother!
Coworker with adjoining cubicle: [unable to keep from laughing any longer]
Me: You do realize that my coworkers can hear me and probably now think I am insane.
Mom: Oops. [laughing] I’m sorry! One more time.
Me: Taste. Vin. V-I-N.
Mom: Oh! So like you’re tasting wine.
Me: [bangs head against desk]
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]]>So. Rather than sit here and wallow, let’s talk about wine, shall we? Why, yes, I believe we shall, now that you mention it.
*claps briskly*
Here we have Twisted, a 2008 Pinot Grigio out of Manteca, California:
My favorite thing about it is the label. Love. If I were artsy-craftsy at all (which I am sadly NOT), I would try to use that label for something. I think it would look cool pressed between glass and framed, then hung on my dark gray kitchen walls. (Also, it matches my site beautifully, yes?) As for the wine itself, eh. Not terrible by any means but not my favorite, either.
Next up, 2007 Blue Fish Sweet Riesling – Niederkirchen, Pfalz, Germany.
One word, folks. And that word is YUM. The label isn’t joking by calling this wine “sweet” – rieslings are sweeter than the vast majority of whites anyway, but this one was yummier than most. It smelled good and tasted even better, and I thoroughly enjoyed the entire bottle. Which I drank, um, faster than I should have.  Ahem. Moving on!
2008 Vertikal Liebfraumilch – Rheinhessen, Germany.
This is the bottle I’m currently working on, and considering it’s a fairly cheap generic table wine, it isn’t bad. Kind of leaves a bit of an aftertaste, but nothing intolerable. (Full disclosure: the weird aftertaste could just have easily been caused by the garlic and artichoke hummus that I was consuming simultaneously.) Word of advice, though: that foil is hiding a SCREW TOP, NOT A CORK. My husband discovered that for you, completely free of charge. You are welcome.
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]]>This one is a 2006 blend of semillon (93%) and sauvignon blanc (7%). Now, I love sauvignon blancs but hadn’t ever tried a semillon before. And I’m not likely to try one again.

Ladies, you know how it smells when you get a perm? That horribly noxious ammonia smell? Yeah. That’s exactly how this wine smells when you first open the bottle. And let me tell you, it’s awfully hard to get past that odor. I’ve never tasted that perm solution stuff, but I imagine that this wine was pretty damn close.
Maybe I’m unfairly blaming the semillon and it was actually the “tropical infusion” – whatever the hell that is – that made this wine nasty. Either way, I won’t be going back for seconds. (A second bottle, that is. Because of course I managed to finish this one off. Otherwise it would have been wasteful, and that will never do.)
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]]>First, a wine review!
This is a Montepulciano d’Abruzzo dry red wine, Monte Campo, Italy. Interestingly (to me, anyway) it’s marked denominazione di origine controllata. (Click on the link, maybe you’ll learn something new, like I did! Wine drinking: it’s educational!)
I’ve repeated many times that I’m not generally a fan of reds, but this one was a gift so I thought I’d give it a go. (Full disclosure: it was gifted to N. But he doesn’t drink wine, so all tasting and consumption responsibilities fall to me. It’s a hard life.) So taste it I did, as a last resort, when my wine fridge was empty of everything except the Francis Ford Coppola Bianco Pinot Grigio that I’m saving for a special occasion. (N keeps asking me what this “special occasion” might be, exactly, because it has been in there for months already and that’s by far the longest a bottle of wine has ever survived in this house. And I always tell him that I’m not sure, BUT I WILL KNOW WHEN IT HAPPENS.)
ANYWAY. Out of white wine, yes. So the red wine was on deck. And guess what? I liked it! I know! Despite the fact that the label touts it as having a light cherry, berry and leather bouquet. I read THAT and was all, leather, WTF, why would I want to drink anything that tastes/smells of leather. But. It was very smooth, and had a sweet undertone, and wasn’t as dry as I find most reds to be. So in short, YUM. And I bet it would be an excellent wine for cooking also. I went to the liquor store today, hoping to buy another bottle, but they were out. So I picked up another Montepulciano d’Abruzzo from a different winery, in the same price range, so I’ll compare. It’ll be like a science experiment! (But I will have to buy another bottle of the Monte Campo too. For control purposes, of course.)
So there you have it: Thing #1. A red wine exists that I will not only drink, but actually enjoy. Who knew?
And now for Thing #2. I’ve been accepted into the graduate program at Arizona State University, to pursue a Master of Arts in Criminal Justice. It’s a step toward my ultimate goal, my lifelong dream - to go into federal law enforcement. I had planned to wait until Miss T started kindergarten before trying to get into grad school, but I finally decided that since I’m not getting any younger it was time. Most federal agencies have an age limit for new field agents, and I don’t even know if I have a realistic shot at becoming an agent, but if I don’t at least try I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
Maybe my goals will change as I move through the MACJ program, and I’ll discover something else that appeals to me. It’s entirely possible. But either way, I’ll be coming out of it with a Master’s degree, and that’s certainly not a bad thing. The program is entirely online, so I’ll be able to keep working full-time and we won’t have to relocate or anything like that.
With a full-time job that’s demanding and often high-stress, and two kids and a husband, and extended family and housework and pets and everything else, it’s going to be hard. I have no illusions otherwise. (Not to mention the expense.) But N is awesomely supportive, and my bosses are very understanding. So somehow I’ll figure it out. The courses all look fascinating to me, and I’m really excited at the prospect of going back to school, and I have no doubt that this is the right choice and the right time. It’s adding one more ball to my sometimes-delicate juggling act, but I’ll make it happen.
Because anything worth having is worth working for, right?
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]]>Also, Miss T is clearly suffering from a raging case of cabin fever, and I need to take down my Christmas decorations, and everyone but me has a raging cold/sinus issue, but instead of snot I keep having nosebleeds. Basically, I think we all just need to get back to school/work/daycare and settle back into the normal routine. Blah! That is so boring! Shut up, self! Moving on.
Here, have some wine reviews:
Lungarotti 2008 Pinot Grigio. I received two bottles of this as a gift, and it was quite good. Nice and smooth, probably because it cost more than what I usually spend on wine. So, you get what you pay for. Yum.
Barton & Guestier 2006 Chardonnay. N picked this up for me at the local World Market, and I really enjoyed it. I find that chardonnays tend to have a bit of a stronger flavor than pinot grigios or especially rieslings, so I really have to be in the mood for something with a bite. This one is really good, though, and I highly recommend it.
Royal Bitch 2008 Reserve Chardonnay. So obviously I bought this one because of the name. I mean really, how could I not? Anyway, again with a chardonnay. But I liked this one too. It’s a little edgier than the Barton & Guestier, but I still enjoyed it immensely. In fact, it’s on my “to buy again” list.
*Technically, a sparkling wine, since it’s from Flat Creek Estate near Austin and not the region in France. A friend of mine had her wedding rehearsal dinner there a few months ago and we picked up a couple of bottles. And since N isn’t much of a drinker, and it’ll just be the two of us tonight, and you can’t exactly save sparkling wine…I predict I’ll be far less cranky by the time the new year rolls around.
I hope 2010 finds you all happy and well.
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Updates!

And with that, let’s call it a night. Peace out, y’all.
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]]>Scene 1: I’m in the downstairs bathroom giving myself a pedicure. My sister is upstairs taking a shower, my parents are both upstairs as well. (For the purposes of illustration and psuedo-anonymity, I’ll use “K” as a substitute for my name. Because it’s the first letter, and I’m nothing if not creative.)Â
Sher:  [from the shower] Hey. HEY! K! K, come here!Â
Me: Â [ignoring her, since Mom is upstairs]
Sher: HEY! K! COME HERE!
Me:Â [figure it is urgent, run upstairs and into her bathroom with my one freshly painted toenail]Â WHAT?!
Sher: Will you hand me the body wash? I forgot to get it before I got in.
Me: GOD. I was downstairs, you know, and now I have cat hair stuck in my wet toenail polish. Thanks for that.
Sher:Â Ooops, hee hee.
Me:Â I hate you.Â
Scene 2: I’m back downstairs, toes bare once more, only to arrive at the bottom of the steps and realize I forgot something in the upstairs bathroom with Sher. Head back up and into the bathroom, where she is still in the shower. The floor is now soaked.
Sher: Hee hee hee, you know, I ended up having to get out of the shower to get my razor anyway. Ha ha ha! I thought about calling you in here again.
Me:Â Bitch.
Sher:Â Hee!
Me:Â [mentally lamenting the lack of exhaust fans in the bathrooms of my parents’ rent house]Â It’s really fracking hot in here.
Sher: Yes, it is. I was just thinking that. When I turned on that other light it got a lot hotter right away.
Me: [looking up] You dummy. That’s the heat lamp!
Sher: OH! I thought it was the fan! Ha ha ha, no wonder!
Scene 3: In my parents’ bathroom. It is only marginally cooler in there than in the other one, and my sister takes care of that in short order when she comes in to dry her hair. I unfortunately have my mother’s propensity for shaking hands when I am in a hurry. We’re running late, and I am trying to put makeup on sweat-soaked skin with trembling hands. My hair’s not done, and I am starting to freak out.
Sher: Ugh, stupid hair. Help me with these bobby pins!
Me:Â NO!
Sher:Â Bitch!
Me:Â Shut up!Â
Dad: Â [backs away in fear, undoubtedly thankful that we no longer live under the same roof as him]
Scene 4: At the reception. I just discovered the wine table set up in a far corner and since my husband wasn’t around I sent Dad to do the dirty work. He came back with a glass for me and a glass for himself. A few moments later Sher notices there’s none for her.
Sher: HEY! Where’s my wine?
Me:Â [pointing at opposite corner of the ballroom] Over there.
Sher:Â Go get me some.
Me: Am not your slave! Besides, I made Dad get mine.
Sher: Ha ha! Well good then. You can go get mine for me.Â
Me: [consider flipping her off, decide against it in a room full of my parents’ church friends. opt instead for the Ross Geller method.]
Sher:Â Um, bitch!
Name-calling and hand gestures aside, we had a fantastic time. There was way more wine and dancing than I expected at a Baptist wedding, but that’s just the way I like it. I do fear, however, that Sher and I will show up in an alarming amount of the reception photos. Toward the end of the night, our inhibitions had left along with most of the Old Church People so things got a little nuts. But I did learn a few things, being the Student of Life that I am:

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Werewolf Pinot Grigio out of the Viile Banatului Region of Romania. It was really damn good and I’ll be procuring more shortly.
You’re welcome. We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
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Since it is summertime, AE whiles away the hours at day camp. They go swimming and bowling and to the movies. One day they made volcanoes out of soda bottles.
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Another day they made this. AE says it is a mole. His parents don’t know about all that. It looks more like a hamburger patty. Or a cow chip.
 
AE has a little sister. Miss T is enjoying her summer as well, having water day at school and going for laundry basket rides at home.
 
She keeps busy, putting her babies down for naps, watching Blue’s Clues, and reading with her brother.
 
Sometimes she takes time out of her busy schedule to help the family dog go night-night.
AE and Miss T aren’t the only ones enjoying their summer. Even though their mom and dad have to work, they’re squeezing in fun where they can. AE and his dad went to Houston and took in an Astros game one Saturday evening.
 
They also play way more Monopoly than is probably healthy for anyone. Quite frankly, AE’s mother is sick of Monopoly and she never even has to play.

And AE’s mom continues to experiment with new and different wines, her number one vice. Some of them are really good, and she will buy them again.
 
Some of them are really NOT good, and AE’s mom recommends avoidance.

It may be hotter than the blue blazes of hell, but so far AE, Miss T and even their parents are having a very nice summer so far. Hopefully everyone else is too.
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