I think mom's getting tipsy.....

It's Thanksgiving eve and mom, Chris, my dog Sheana and myself are sitting around chewing the fat.  Funny how many stories seem to come up about the past following a few glasses of wine and a few hours of conversation.  Usually it's something either personally incriminating or depricating.  And it usually is coming out of my mouth about myself.  My personal filter fails me and before I know it I am in the middle of a story.......and about myself.

What does this have to do with my mom......well, not much.  But I am enjoying watch her get a little tipsy.  I've only seen my mom drink a few times in my life.  Not something like a cocktail but more like a Bartles & James or reisling wine that's mostly sugar and hardly any kick.  At least not until glass 3 or 4.  Then the show starts.........

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! 

I may need a cocktail.....

I've been sitting here for about :30 just trying to get the first few words on the computer.  Too much mental dialogue trying to figure out how to start out or what to write of.....then it hit me.  Most every time that I wrote an entry on my "One Month in the City" blog, I had had a drink (or seven) just before hand.  Kind of loosened up my thoughts and let the juices to flow.   Now, that's not to say that I'll need that for every entry but maybe just to get a rhythm going for this one.

I'm not exactly sure what it means to be fabulous, I'm sure a many of my friends could guide me on this.  Is it income, or style, or my home or even trips that I  have taken?....hmm?   Here's my approach.  Today is day one, I'm gonna try and figure this out for myself (and at times that may even require a cocktail).