Tag Archives: drinking

For When You Can’t Get Over Hump Day …

17 Sep


For My Friend on St. Patrick’s Day …

17 Mar



A good rule on St. Patrick’s Day … on any day really.

But no matter what … always be safe out there, my friends.


Reflection is a Good Thing, Even When You’re Not Drinking

17 May

As a writer it’s embarrassing. It shouldn’t even happen,¬†but I’m sure all you busy people who value sleep understand.

They sit there on the table or night stand, night after night. Some of them collecting dust. You don’t mean for it to happen. You have good intentions, but that’s what they just end up being: intentions and not actions. Books and reading.¬†As a writer I should be¬†devouring like one or two a month, right?¬†I should be immersing myself in the drama of the characters and the knowledge that the hidden lessons bring. I should be enriching my mind — reflecting –with¬†the creativeness of awesome books. All this reflection, and nice glass of wine to go with it.

But does this happen? No.

Chapter One gets started and then Chapter Two waits … and waits … and waits. After a while Chapter Two just flips you off and sits there¬†feeling rejected and¬†dejected.

I came across some¬†of these crestfallen books on the nightstand and couldn’t even remember when it was that I read Chapter One. But as I opened them up there stood the evidence that I was once there. The bookmark.¬†It¬†stared up at me saying: ‘What the hell? Where you been?’


But then I came across a different kind of bookmark. It was a picture of me taken thirteen years ago. My arms were up in the air and I was truly enjoying myself. I was in the moment! I was at a theme park on Halloween and had just survived my third maze of horror, where people dressed as zombies and ghouls came out of the dark and scared the crap out of you.

I smiled. Sigh.¬†I looked at it¬†and said ‘What the hell? Where you been?’

It was a good discovery. I’ve been down in the dumps lately, so when I came across this photo I was reminded of myself.¬†For some reason I had forgotten that chick in the picture. She’d been missing for a while, but I was glad to have found her by accident in a pile of forgotten¬†books.

This¬†discovery afforded me the opportunity to check myself out and realize that the chick in the picture was still here …¬†underneath the yoga pants and college football shirt,¬†and behind the sleep-deprived eyes¬†that chick who celebrated Halloween with such awesomeness was still here. Tired, but here.

Reflection is a good thing, even when you’re not drinking.

“Reflection is the opposite of ‘trying too hard’ of forcing an answer. Reflection is more a matter of allowing an answer to unfold right before your eyes, often with little or no effort on your part.” — Richard Carlson Ph.D.

There’s Nothing That Two Margaritas Can’t Fix

13 May

There’s never been a more stressful Mother’s Day in my life. I was filled with anxiety the entire day and as a mom I shouldn’t have been. I should have been lounging by the beach or paddle-boarding. Instead, there I was … scrubbing toilets,¬†up to my elbows in Comet, trying to be the bigger person.


I hate being the “bigger person.” But I decided to go ahead and do it. It was Mother’s Day and apparently giving birth to me was tough, so whenever we have an exchange of sassy words this has always been my role —¬†even if it wasn’t my fault.

That’s the way it is with old school moms. They are set in their ways. Even when they’re wrong, they’re set in their ways. You’re trying to live your life and here they come with their ways and then they go too far. They crossed the line. They know it. You know it. They know you know it, but they don’t admit it out loud. So you’ve adopted the role as the “bigger person”.¬† You don’t want to¬†continue with the¬†awkward moments and uncomfortable silences, especially on Mother’s Day.

So I grabbed my Mr. Clean latex gloves and got to work … like the Latina Cinderella. I was trying to do everything as quickly as possible.¬†I swept. I vacuumed. I Swifted. Upstairs. Downstairs. On the stairs. I threw out¬†the trash, cleaned the kitchen, scrubbed the toilets,¬†and washed the sinks. It was smelling pretty Fabuloso in there.

I even went out in the middle of my cleaning duty to pick up some fruit decorative basket from Edible Arrangements. My sister purchased it and wanted to know if I could save her the delivery rush fee and pick  it up myself. So I did.

I put the presents, the fruit arrangement, the card, and the flowers on the table. She should be walking in shortly.

Once it was all done, I sat and the kids walked through door, ready for dinner. We wait. And wait. And wait. I’m starving. My dude is starving. The kids are playing with Legos. I call mom she’s on her way, but is curious as to why I’m asking. Curious?

What do you mean curious? Aren’t you starving? It’s passed your early bird special dinner time.

I already ate.


We grab the kids, put them in the¬†car and drive to Ernie’s, the local Mexican Cuisine restaurant.

The waiter strolls up, ready to ask if we’d like anything to drink. Before he even makes a suggestion for the special of the day I say:

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Margarita, please.

He smiles and walks to the bar. After the appetizers are done and my glass is empty, would you like another?

Yes. Definitely.

Two margaritas and the day is forgotten. Nothing like two margaritas to help you enjoy the present and forget about the past five hours. Chips and salsa. Enchiladas. Flan. Mariachi music in the background. Good ambience, no meltdowns and two margaritas. There’s nothing¬†that¬†this combination can’t fix.¬†

Giddy up!