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Cocktails with The Bartending Blonde

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This afternoon I joined in the chat room on blogtalkradio  Dishing with The Diva Squad: MANswers with Charles Orlando.

Charles Orlando has written a book called The Problem with Women is Men – The Evolution of a Man’s Man to a Man of Higher Consciousness.  He’s a reformed womanizer, happily married with children.
This is not a review of the book.  I haven’t read the book, but I’m totally getting it for my single friend who really needs to get a clue.  
Charles is thoroughly charming and, although I may have offended him by saying metrosexual was not a negative term, I definitely learned a LOT about LOTS of things.  Oh, and I also got to meet some really funny ladies and had a ton of fun with a few bloggers I follow regularly, Mrs. Cooper, KeepitClassyJen, and Totally Toni… they are sorta naughty!  
Anyway, if you want to learn what I learned you’ll have to check it out here, because this is a G-36 rated blog and I’m not talking about BJ’s when I know my Mom, and worse, my Daddy, are reading.  OMG worse yet, my mother-in-law reads this!
In any case, at some point in the chat the Divas apparently thought I was the Bartending Blonde…. which I’m soooo okay with!  In fact, I thought I’d own this new persona and treat ya’ll to The Blonde’s Seasonal Signature Drink List.
Funny enough, this turned into a very long post.  And you know me, less is more.  So, since there is a bit of snow on the ground right now we’ll save Spring for next week and I’ll treat you to my Signature Blonde Winter Cocktail today.
Sex on the Beach with a Blonde in Winter  (A.K.A The Charles Orlando Smoothie)

0.5 tsp. Coconut Cream
3.0 oz. Cranberry juice
0.75 oz. Peach Schnapps
3.0 oz. Pineapple Juice
0.75 oz. Vodka  (The Blonde prefers Chopin)

Combine above ingredients in a blender with ice until smooth. Pour into glass.  Apply lip gloss and sip slowly, nobody likes a messy drunk blonde.  Just be sure to keep your Wing-Blonde in eyesight at all times because I’ve never actually had sex on the beach in the winter, but I’m pretty sure there are some blonde parts that wouldn’t be lovin’ it all that much.
One more thing, and don’t laugh…  I’ve been tweeting on Twitter!  I met a woman who loves Charles and his book.  She says she wishes she’d read it before husband 1,2, and 3!!  Anyway she says that two of Charles’ books are being given away on April 9th at Twitter By The Sea,  a themed cruise for bloggers, WAHM’s, social media and network marketers.  Just lookin’ out for my bantering souls… if ya need a little cruise excuse take a peak, I heard something about daycare… just sayin’! 

Cocktails with The Bartending Blonde

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This afternoon I joined in the chat room on blogtalkradio  Dishing with The Diva Squad: MANswers with Charles Orlando.

Charles Orlando has written a book called The Problem with Women is Men – The Evolution of a Man’s Man to a Man of Higher Consciousness.  He’s a reformed womanizer, happily married with children.
This is not a review of the book.  I haven’t read the book, but I’m totally getting it for my single friend who really needs to get a clue.  
Charles is thoroughly charming and, although I may have offended him by saying metrosexual was not a negative term, I definitely learned a LOT about LOTS of things.  Oh, and I also got to meet some really funny ladies and had a ton of fun with a few bloggers I follow regularly, Mrs. Cooper, KeepitClassyJen, and Totally Toni… they are sorta naughty!  
Anyway, if you want to learn what I learned you’ll have to check it out here, because this is a G-36 rated blog and I’m not talking about BJ’s when I know my Mom, and worse, my Daddy, are reading.  OMG worse yet, my mother-in-law reads this!
In any case, at some point in the chat the Divas apparently thought I was the Bartending Blonde…. which I’m soooo okay with!  In fact, I thought I’d own this new persona and treat ya’ll to The Blonde’s Seasonal Signature Drink List.
Funny enough, this turned into a very long post.  And you know me, less is more.  So, since there is a bit of snow on the ground right now we’ll save Spring for next week and I’ll treat you to my Signature Blonde Winter Cocktail today.
Sex on the Beach with a Blonde in Winter  (A.K.A The Charles Orlando Smoothie)

0.5 tsp. Coconut Cream
3.0 oz. Cranberry juice
0.75 oz. Peach Schnapps
3.0 oz. Pineapple Juice
0.75 oz. Vodka  (The Blonde prefers Chopin)

Combine above ingredients in a blender with ice until smooth. Pour into glass.  Apply lip gloss and sip slowly, nobody likes a messy drunk blonde.  Just be sure to keep your Wing-Blonde in eyesight at all times because I’ve never actually had sex on the beach in the winter, but I’m pretty sure there are some blonde parts that wouldn’t be lovin’ it all that much.
One more thing, and don’t laugh…  I’ve been tweeting on Twitter!  I met a woman who loves Charles and his book.  She says she wishes she’d read it before husband 1,2, and 3!!  Anyway she says that two of Charles’ books are being given away on April 9th at Twitter By The Sea,  a themed cruise for bloggers, WAHM’s, social media and network marketers.  Just lookin’ out for my bantering souls… if ya need a little cruise excuse take a peak, I heard something about daycare… just sayin’! 

Happy Hour Playdates

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If you’ve never been to a happy hour playdate you are truly missing out. This specific type of playdate is truly the best. Kids love the happy hour playdate because there are usually multiple friends invited and nobody has to leave early to do homework or practice, etc. Often times this type of playdate includes pizza, junk food, and as many juice boxes your little one can suck down. They can make as much noise as they want and as long as their play doesn’t result in blood or broken bones the adults seem content to keep to their own “play”.

I should mention that, yesterday, the boys in our neighborhood learned that aiming the automatic whiffle ball pitcher at your pal’s 18 month old brother isn’t acceptable, especially when said brother gets bonked in the face once and stares straight ahead wondering where that odd white thing came from, only to be bonked again in exactly 10 seconds…. yes, that got the attention of a few adults.

I love the happy hour playdate. It always falls on a Friday and the invite comes from a neighborhood mom desperate to gather her wine drinking friends for a little decompression. We gather right after school and are often still chatting happily by the time the Dad arrives home from work. He’s excited to see all the relaxed ladies gathered before him and immediately calls the other dads for backup!

These are fun and memorable times. We are blessed to have a neighborhood of lovely friends. I always have a great sense of fellowship and comfort after a playdate like this. These women who listen and share their wisdom are my friends.

I love my friends.

I love that when I tell them about my basement raining poopy toilet water, the tales of the Sharpie covered plantation shutters, and my sweet angel-turned-bully daughter, they have stories to match and compare to mine. Somehow, laughing about these things with your friends is truly restorative. I head into the weekend refreshed and ready to recover and prepare myself for the adventures of next week!