Margarita Testing and Drunken Driveway

Gotta an email from one of my sista's today, who took the time to read our Sister's of the Road Blog.  Made me laugh. So as I sit here sipping my strawberry mango margarita (still trying to recreate the perfect Mazatlan Mango Madness!), let me share her comment with all of you:  

"I think all you ladies are a dangerous group to be around! Need  to carry Depends for when you laugh too hard and you pee your pants!"

Well I used to turn away in disgust from commercials about Doan's pills, hemorrhoid creams, Depends etc.  Now I stop everything and tell everyone around me to be quiet so I can catch all the important details!!  It's all a new adventure and I don't want to miss anything that will bring me comfort and allow me to go longer without having to take a potty break every 15 minutes.  So I think the tip about carrying a bag of Depends, is just that, a good tip.  Not sure I can fit one in my little bike bag, but it's worth a try.

Back to the Margarita I'm sipping.  I LIKE this one.  I'll have to test it out on my Drunken Driveway Sista's.  (What's with the ghetto speak, you ask?  Must be the margarita speakin!)  Anyway, my parents and sister, Paula, are arriving in KC on Thursday evening.  I already have notified the card club that my Mom likes her Grey Goose.  So Saturday night is taken care of.  That leaves Thursday or Friday night open for Drunken Driveway.  Think I'll make a batch of these Margaritas!  (Hey neighbors---bring your Margarita glasses with you!)


Now lest you think all I do is drink---well far from it.  All my friends know that it only takes one drink to make me silly.  And most Drunk Driveway nights are spent drinking coke or water (by me anyway).  There is nothing better on a warm summer night than a little conversatin with good neighbors.  So feel free to sit out in your driveways, drinking a libation, hooting at the people going by or raising your glasses to the poor guy next door mowing his lawn.  Reach out and make some new friends!  (oh, and a one finger wave is probably not the sign of a friendly neighbor!!!)


Cheers!

50+ It's All About Me

The sisters are kind in their comments!  Party on Patty, Problem Patty, Princess Patty, and Picked on Patty---love the monikers and they ARE so fitting :)  Anyway Patty comments that I'm not self-centered Sue----well, when I hit 50 I decided that the theme of my fifties was:  It's ALL about ME!!! 


And about time, I say!!!  Love my kids but they've sucked the energy out of me (or maybe that's just old age creeping up).  Love the husband---can't really say he's high maintenance as he cooks, cleans, takes out the garbage, brings home some money, and even does the grocery shopping!  (My neighbor is so jealous of my good choice in husbands---she wonders just what the hell I do all day :)  Tsk, Tsk.  is all I have to say.  My 50's are all about me so it doesn't really matter what I do all day--as long as everyone knows it's ALL about ME!!

So Sisters, regardless of age, create a theme for your decade in life--and have some fun with it!


P.S.  Just realized I posted this on Father's Day.  How Ironic.  Oh Well, it's still All about Me---but I will give my Dad a call :)

Welcome Round Sisters

Sisters come in all shapes, sizes, temperments, and in all seasons of life. Some sisters are blood relations, and some are formed from relations of the heart.

My sisters keep life spicy: full of laughter, insanity, headshaking wonder, & adventure.

Round sisters are the best! "Round" is the word of the day. Round is better than "Flat"! Let me explain......

Today's adventure began with an early morning bike ride with 3 of my sisters. Always a feat of communication coordinating any one event with four schedules!!! The sisters are way overcomitted!!! (I being the only lazy one that believes that 2 events in one day are probably one too many.)

Prepared for a beautiful summer morning ride around the paved paths of Smithville Lake, we met in a local church parking lot (never hurts to look religious and involved) and carpooled to the trailhead. "Round is better than flat." Keep repeating that mantra.......

Bike helmets on, water bottles full, sweat kerchiefs at the ready, we hopped on the bikes only to be met with the sound of a shotgun blast. (Round is better than flat.....) We all knew it was Patty, it's ALWAYS Patty!!!..................... Biking isn't an adventure without Patty!................ It wasn't Patty.

Brand new bike, brand new bike tires, way too much air pressure and .....kaboom! Not even ten feet riden on the path. (Round is definitely better than flat....so goes the mantra.) Being the bike affieciendos that we are: we couldn't change a bike tire to save our lives. No manly men with extra tire tubes in view (we did have an air cannister--always carry a lot of hot air with us) meant that we needed an alternate plan. Lorrie (the one with the overabundance of air) suggested that the rest of us continue our bike ride and she would just take a beautiful walk instead.

Kitty, the sister who is closest in nature to Mother Teresa, volunteered to walk with Lorrie while Self-centered Sue and Party on Patty (it was her birthday week after all) enjoyed a twelve mile bike ride round the shores of Smithville Lake. (OK, 12 miles for Patty---11 1/2 miles for Sue---let's keep things official).

It was a beautiful morning for walkers and riders alike.

Keeping with the theme: Round vs Flat--Round Sisters are definitely more fun than Flat Sisters, which brings me at long last to McDonalds. Sisters are all about sharing the laughs. After biking we must of course refresh ourselves at the local Smithville McDonald's. Not known for our quiet demeanor, other diners did not really need to eavesdrop in order to enjoy some of our raucous conversation, although I swear the McDonald's Man emptying the trash was taking way more time to empty that can than needed!

Of course Patty's response to Lorrie's comment that she wanted new knobs (for her kitchen cabinets--just to clarify things) seemed to set the guy off.  I guess hearing a woman scream, "I want some new knobs too!", might catch anyone's attention. From there the conversation took a turn from breast reduction to buried treasure and on and on and on........

Suffice it to say, as we were leaving, McDonald Man wished us good day and added that we looked like a fun-loving group of ladies.

And that's why I hang around these sisters!