A site review, just for the ladies

I don't like to shop. It overwhelms me. A very non-girly thing about me. 

So, I only shop when I ABSOLUTELY have to for a big event. 

Weddings. Reunions. Military event #432, you name it!  When I actually do drag myself into a shopping center, I'm massively unhappy because what's on the rack is what everyone in the joint will be wearing (albeit, in 6 different colors) and in no way a reflection of my personality or style. Hooray for mass produced items that make us all clones! Disturbing. I want something unique, affordable, and that photographs well but here comes the big truth about that dress... I'M NEVER GOING TO WEAR IT AGAIN. I can lie to myself all day but I know that thing's getting shoved in the back of my closet never to return to daylight.

So. 

Solution.

I bet this sauce is even good in your hair

I love wings. I can tank a million. Ok, that's a lie, but close for sure. Plus, I had seen fit coaches and friends blog about adding buffalo sauce to just about everything. Legitimately every meal. And I thought, these people need to branch out...until I found this at the fancy grocery store and sampled it:

This walking, talking miracle in a bottle.
I want to snuggle it and name it Terry. Oh Terry.....

You need a drink.

I can't lie to you, today started out like shit. I couldn't rectify the nasty of the day, so although I made an agreement with myself to not drink this week, I'm drinking. At 3:52 PM.  Screw it. I did promise that if I were to post about alcohol, I'd have had some alcohol, right? I'm not getting fancy today. This is the old standby:

Tito's vodka, and club soda. I fruited it with 4 cherries.

I like what I like. And the older I get the more I don't just like what I like.... I'll cut you if it's not available at the bar. I'll have an emotional breakdown if the place has only craptastic liquors, bartenders who don't know how to tip that heavy pour, or sweet sweet jeebus, JUST BEER. JUST DISGUSTING BEER. I'll kick you in the back if you take me there.

hahahaha. 

I'm not kidding.

On going Paleo...and my love of the creamer

Blergh.
That's actually how I feel about saying, "I'm going Paleo." In fact, I see the ethical and wellness merits of many dietary lifestyles (Vegan, Vegetarian, Zone), but proclaiming a hard fact about myself is not my bag, baby.  So I should be bendy about this and say, I'm about as close to Paleo as it's going to ever get. The Paleo Diet is the one I find most appropriate for my personal health and wellness based up on GI issues I've had with most grains/wheat, and my new found horror of what I can only assume is Lactose Intolerance. Yeah, you know how I found that out. Suicide by dairy intake. It was delicious, and also I'd like to take this moment to formally apologize to my in-laws for the aftermath. Anyhow, I'm not going to inundate you with Paleo sites, you're a big boy or girl. Go googley it.

Blogwitdablog-da blog-da dang diggity...my name is Juuuu.............JUUUUUDDDDAAAAAAYY!

Judy's resumé goes on and on....

I mean, someone had to set this one off like fireworks, right?!