Firewater Friday - The Birth of a Blog Post

Have you ever wondered how bloggers get their ideas?  Think about it . . . some bloggers, like me, write about something or other every single day.  How do I get all those fabulous ideas . . . and all that time to cook, too!  For me sometimes it's a random thought that inspires a post and sometimes it's something like this (a real IM conversation between hubby and me) . . .

So there it is . . . sometimes that's how it happens.  And now I have a blogpost.  

Now, about those eggs.  Hubby's family has an Easter tradition where they bump their (presumably) hard boiled egg against someone else's.  Whoever's egg cracks loses.  What do they lose?  I have no idea . . . their sense of egg tapping pride perhaps?  I thought they made the whole stupid thing up . . . his family is pretty goofy (in a goodly way) and it would surprise me if this was some silly game they came up with.

Well, if Wikipedia is to believed . . . an if it's a Wiki page it just has to be true, right? . . . then apparently this is an Easter tradition that goes back a bazillion years or something like that . . . or 1979 years ago, at least.


Anyhoo . . . the egg fight is supposedly an Easter traditio wherein you are supposed to hold a hard-boiled egg and tap the eggs of other participants to break them but to keep your own undamaged.  Yeah, good luck with that!  Cheating is rampant but it's all in good fun.  


This egg tapping thing can be found in many different cultures around the world but has it's roots in pagan beliefs.  For obvious reasons, the egg was a Pagan symbol of the rebirth and early Christians co-opted this metaphor as the rebirth of man at Easter in light of Christ's ultimate sacrifice.

Speaking of Easter . . . do you know how our calendar Easter day is selected?  It is always the first Sunday after the first Full Moon after the Spring Equinox (thanks to Dicky for the bit of pagan holiday info).   


So . . . go bust up some eggs!  Happy Easter or Solar/Lunar Pagan Holiday

Coconut Cream Cake 


2 oz. Pinnacle Cake Vodka
2 oz. Milk
Splash Coconut Rum


Shake with ice and strain into a chilled martini glass. 

Firewater Friday - Sure God created man before woman, but then again you always make a rough draft before creating the final masterpiece

There all kinds of myths, superstitions and omens related to itchy body parts.  Then there’s the whole left/right, good/evil and man/woman aspects thrown in just to complicate things. 

Right equals good but it’s also supposed to relate to man.  As opposed to left being equal to evil but also relates to woman.

A disturbing train of thought there; you see where that’s going, ladies?  Nice, huh?

For example . . . if something on your right side, say an eye, is itchy and you’re a man then that means something good is going to happen.  But, if his left eye is itchy then it’s all doom and gloom and hide from the moon. 

So, then the opposite is supposedly true for women. 

From the man’s perspective, when his right palm is itchy then he will be coming into some money  . . . and if his left palm is itchy then he will be spending money.  But what if he’s left handed? 

Then there’s another twist . . . if he’s left handed and his left ear itches then someone is talking good about him.  If his right ear is itching then someone is talking trash about him.

Confused yet?  Yeah, me too; all this superstition crap is . . . well . . . crap.

And, speaking of crap . . . here’s the biggest question of them all . . . what does it mean when your BUTT is itchy??

I’m not going to spell it out for y’all . . . frankly I think all the hoopla is nothing but a bunch hooey . . . so if you believe omens and whatnot, then you can take the time to decipher all the twists, turns and complexities. 

Now try this one on for size . . . see if you can figure this out . . . I'm a woman (obviously) and I write with my left hand.  That would make me left handed, right?  No . . . left . . . er  . . . right . . . OY!!  ANYhoo, So, I'm left handed but I am right eye dominant and I do mostly everything right handed.   So, what does that mean for me?

Bah!  I’m washing my left hand of it!

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Pina Colada

1 Cup Coconut Milk

1 Cup Pineapple Juice

1/2 Cup Rum

4 Tablespoons Confectioners Sugar

8 Cubes Ice

In a blender, combine coconut milk, pineapple juice, rum, sugar and ice. Blend until smooth. Pour into glasses, and serve immediately.

Firewater Friday - Malibu Dreams

A pet peeve of mine is people who wear pajamas and/or slippers out in public.  It is the epitome of laziness . . . it looks slovenly and trashy.  Isn’t sloth one of the deadly sins?

People who are guilty of committing the deadly sin of sloth are punished in hell by being thrown into snake pits. I really don't see a connection between sloth and snakes. Why not make them get out of bed, take a shower and dress in appropriate clothing?

I am by no stretch of the imagination a fashionista; I’m a jeans and sneakers gal through and through.  But I would never entertain the thought of leaving the house without being dressed.  I won’t even take the garbage out wearing my slippers.  It just isn’t done.

I see it nearly everywhere I go; the grocery store, the bank, on the sidewalk.  People in fuzzy slippers, in bathrobes . . . I think pajama bottoms stuffed into Ugg boots might be the worst.  It drives me absolutely bonkers!

Even as a child it bothered me . . . women going about their errands with curlers piled high on their head and wearing a housecoat . . . stressing housecoat . . . you know for wearing inside the house.    I always thought the point of putting rollers in your hair was to make it look nice . . . why in the world would you go out in public looking like that?  I just don’t get it.

And, now it seems as though it’s becoming publicly acceptable to roll out of bed and stroll out the front door without so much as a glance in a mirror.  Sloppy sloppy sloppy. 

I don’t necessarily give a hoot what people think about me.  However, I do care about what *I* think about me and I won’t go out looking like Oscar Madison on laundry day with a raging hangover.  Denim and cotton may not be fancy but it’s neat and clean and presentable.

For the love of Pete, unless you’re Hugh Heffner, having a medical emergency or a baby put some freakin’ clothes on when you leave the house!

  

In California, it is illegal for women to drive while wearing a house coat.  Just sayin’ . . .

Malibu is in California . . . 

Malibu Dreams


3 shots Malibu rum (or Bacardi)
1 splash Grenadine syrup
Fill with 7-Up (or any lemon-lime soda)


Mix Malibu and Grenadine together. Fill with soda.  This drink should have a just a blush of pinkness.