Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Tuesday 10

What I’m Reading: Breaking Point by Suzanne Brockmann

What I’m working on: Getting 100 words. See below.

New Words Today: 115

Mimi posted this "ten" and it struck me as very fitting tonight. I spent almost 3 hours at the cheerleaders' end of season banquet for my favorite high school. I would NEVER have gone if my step-daughter was not a junior varsity cheerleader. Every cheerleader wrote a poem to commemorate someone and everyone was very peppy. The entire event painfully reminded me why cheerleading was NOT my thing. Ever. I contemplated this list there, wishing I had a few of the offerings to ease my pain.

Tuesday 10: My ten favorite drinks

1. Water – My drink of choice when I first get up and right before I go to bed. I hate feeling dehydrated.
2. Coffee – I love my coffee freshly ground with sugar and half ‘n half. (Need it now if I want to write over 100 words.)
3. Margarita – I love a good margarita on the rocks with salt on the rim. Make it with Cuervo Gold, Cointreau, Grand Marnier, and a splash of OJ. (Needed more than one a few hours ago.)
4. Dr. Depper – It’s the Texas Coke.
5. Lemonade – Fresh-squeezed on a hot summer day.
6. Hot chocolate – Make it with real milk and serve it up with lots of marshmallows on a cold day.
7. Red Wine – Specifically a good Pinot Noir (Again, I would have happily consumed a bottle at the banquet had it been offered.)
8. Starbucks Mocha (the hot kind) – Yes, this is completely different than coffee.
9. Corona with lime. I'm not a big beer drinker, but there's just something about a corona with lime.
10. Tom Collins. A college fave that I've never out-grown.

If you ever have to attend a cheerleading banquet, plan ahead and take a strong beverage of choice. I wish I had.



Katie Reus said...

Um, holy crap. With the exception of the Tom Colins (b/c I don't know what it is), I could have written that post!

Dara Edmondson said...

LOL! I'm with you on the banquet. I'd rather have a cavity filled!

mimi said...

I threatened cheerleading one time--I mean, I am kind of an extravert on sugar, right?--and my very favorite teacher in the universe basically hinted that she'd never speak to me again if I did. Kind of like my dad when I threatened law school once. No pom poms for me!