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About LC Aggie Sith

Machete-wielding zombie killer when not shopping for shoes.

The Velvet Mimosa

When it comes to libations, I am inspired by the most random things. An infamous flub inspired a rather refreshing drink, and bloodiness inspired this one. I’m sure to be inspired by a pair of shoes soon enough. Does is matter as long as the drink is delicious??

Anyway, my friend @velvetsugar76 is fond of changing up her moniker on Twitter. It wasn’t long before I was inspired by her to make a new cocktail in her honor. Because nothing brings friends together like booze!!

Velvet Mimosa

  • 1 oz. silver tequila (because Velvet loves her some tequila)
  • 2 oz. orange juice (or orange pineapple juice)
  • 1 oz. strawberry puree
  • Β½ oz. simple syrup
  • 2 oz. prosecco

Pour the tequila, juice, puree, and simple syrup into a shaker with ice. Shake well, and strain into a wineglass. Top off with prosecco. You can adjust the amount of liquor to taste, as well as the simple syrup. I love sweet drinks, so I may tweak it a bit and add more simple syrup next time.

Usually the addition of a puree would classify this as a Bellini, but since I added tequila and juice, it was more fluid and thus retained the label of a Mimosa. Even with the additional liquids, it remained velvety on the tongue. And….

TWSS. πŸ˜‰

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Water, Water, Everywhere….

….but not a drop of hot water to bathe in.

That’s right. My water heater went out last Friday and my descent into insanity continues at a faster pace than normal. I have given up everything good for Lent!!! Why hast thou forsaken me, water heater???

This is always the way: the moment you no longer have something, that’s the moment you desperately need it. I can go forever without water to drink, but shut the water off for repairs and suddenly your mouth is the Sahara in the summer. Electricity goes out, and now you just have to turn on every light and cook something or bake something. It never fails. And it didn’t help that a cold front (cold by my standards) moved through so now the water is absolutely frigid.

AND I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO TAKE A SINGLE BUBBLE BATH!!!

Seriously!! I should be grateful to have water at all, and I am….. rather grudgingly. In the grand scheme of things, it could have been far worse. I just really, really miss my tub. And the feeling in my toes. Hopefully the water heater will be replaced and be up and running by this evening. If you see news reports of a crazy woman storming Lowe’s demanding a water heater, don’t judge her too harshly. Her brain probably froze πŸ˜‰


Beauty on a Budget

The other day I was turning down the bed when I took a glance in the mirror and my brain froze.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL???

I have a Gordon Ramsey wrinkle.

Oh, HELL NAW!! I will embrace my gray, I will enjoy making laugh lines, and I won’t mind the crow’s feet (much). But I refuse —REFUSE!!— to have a single wrinkle like that. IT’S NOT SYMMETRICAL, FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE!!! If I had two wrinkles mirroring each other…..well, ok, I would still be upset but in an “I-am-the-cryptkeeper” kind of way, and eventually would accept it and turn it into part of my Halloween ensemble. But a single, solitary crater by my chin??

No, just no.

So, I did what any level-headed woman would do: I cried and yelled at the wrinkle and then decided to be all sciencey and test out some beauty products. It was either that, or eat two quarts of Baskin Robbins’ World Class Chocolate. And I can’t do that because I gave up everything joyful for Lent, so beauty products it is.

First: skin upkeep doesn’t have to be expensive. I tried several expensive products which compared favorably, and in some cases were not as good as inexpensive drugstore brands. Second: your face wash can be a different brand from your moisturizer, but the moisturizer must be compatible with your foundation. That makes a big difference. So if you have a preference for a matte foundation, use a moisturizer that is oil-free. If you prefer the dewy look, use a moisturizer for drier skin. Otherwise your foundation will look like spackle. Third: some products are better used during certain seasons. It’s standard to need something more moisture-rich in the winter than in the summer. Fourth: what works for me may not work for you, thus test and trial! So think of this post as a guideline, not a hard fast rule. Anyway, on to fighting aging like two women over the last pair of stilettos at DSW!!

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OHAI!!!!!

*dusts off blog*

*chokes, sneezes, coughs*

Uh, that’s better.

So yes, it has been over a year since I wrote on this here blog. I forgot how much fun I had yapping about fluff. Lots of blogs out there give you the rundown on politics, religion, entertainment, sports, etc. But seldom do you run across a blog that gives you silly crap to ponder throughout the day. And that’s why I am returning to my blogging roots.

SITHY THINGS IS BACK, BABY!!!

Ok, moving along now. Our topic for today (that’s the royal “We/Our”) is what gets us going to tackle the day. I can argue that for me, caffeine is a GREAT motivator. But some people I know (forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they do) prefer other ways to get going in the morning. Honestly, if I don’t have at least one cup of coffee in the morning I start stabbing things, like the loaf of bread or the Gouda (which looks like hell right now but still tastes awesome so, NBD). There are days I need three, like on mornings after a bad thunderstorm that kept my big dog awake and whining for me to sleep next to her on the hardwood floor because obviously I don’t fit in her bed. And of course, on travel days I need more than one cup.

I also need more than one pit stop. But it’s worth it.

So, how do y’all get motivated to start your day? And keep it PG-13. Last thing I need is my mom reading this and being scandalized. πŸ˜€


Linearity

Funny thing about parallel lines. They never meet, but can enjoy gazing upon each other as they travel, content to mimic each other and satisfied on their common grounds.

Skew lines, though….

Skew lines have that brief moment where they pass each other, one brilliant but brief glimpse into each other’s lives before everything is lost as they travel in different directions.

I do wonder if skew lines can feel regret.


It’s the Spiciest Time of the Year

Y’all…

It’s that time again.

The time when every pumpkin fears for its life.

It’s the dawning of the age of Pumpkin Spice Latte.

I won’t lie. I enjoy a PSL once in a while. In fact, there was a time I was all excited to see Coffeemate bring out their Pumpkin Spice flavor so I could have a fix of The Spice at home. But I am more into The Spice than I am into The Pumpkin. Unless it’s pie. Then I am all about that with a huge dollop of homemade whipped cream. But in a drink, it’s not as appealing to me. That said, I have lots of friends IRL and on the Interwebs that do love PSL. Love it so much they set aside time for Starbucks on the first day they serve it. For me, the attraction is in the Spice. I’m all Paul Atreides on that. But I found an additional way to enjoy Pumpkin Spice without the Latte.

That’s right. A chocolate shake with Bailey’s Pumpkin Spice. Bailey’s used to have the recipe up on their site, but alas, they took it down. Lucky for y’all, I found it again.

  • 4 oz. Baileys Pumpkin Spice Irish Cream
  • 2 cups Chocolate Ice Cream
  • 2 oz. Whole Milk
  • 1/4 cup Brown Sugar
  • 1/4 cup Pumpkin Puree
  • 1/4 tsp. of Pumpkin Spice Blend (Allspice)

Put everything in a blender and go to town (not literally). You can substitute vanilla ice cream for the chocolate (why you would want to do that is beyond my comprehension), the whole milk for reduced fat or skim, and make sure you get plain pumpkin puree, not pie filling. Otherwise the sweetness will be off the charts. Personally, I would cut back a little on the brown sugar, and that’s saying something. Either way, I believe this is a far better way to enjoy Pumpkin Spice than in a latte. Chocolate, spice, AND booze.

Now excuse me. I must go control The Spice πŸ˜‰


The Second Most Wonderful Day of the Year

No, I have no idea what the first most wonderful day of the year is. It fluctuates with my mood. Sometimes Christmas, sometimes Thanksgiving, sometimes garbage day. One year it was the day I found $20 in the laundry. Talk about a banner day! I guess you can have several wonderful days of the year, just have to put them in the order that makes you smile the biggest. Sometimes you may end up with a tie or like me, sometimes they are all exceptional days, unique in their own wonderful way. Back to topic, why is today the second most wonderful day?

It’s National Wine Day!!!

That’s right, my friends. Today we celebrate that wonderful spirit, literally. Finally, a day when I don’t need to make up an excuse can pour a glass and sit outside to enjoy my favorite time of day, when the world looks blue. I love to sit and let my mind wander, rambling on from subject to subject. Ok, that happens all the time but today it’s acceptable and encouraged.Β  And if wine isn’t your tipple, feel free to tipple on something else. Any day is a good day to celebrate.

Unless you have to go to the DMV. Then wine afterwards won’t cut it πŸ˜‰


Panes in the Neck

I’m a big fan of old windows. BIG fan. I must have ten or so in my garage, all waiting to be transformed like I did the one over my mantel. I took a six-pane wood window and sanded the old paint off, then repainted it and made it look old by distressing it with sandpaper.

The irony of removing the old patina to replace with new old patina is not lost on me.

Anyway, I have plans for most of the windows in the garage. But some are what I call “redundant”. I have plans for one in X style, but have three other X style windows and NO IDEA why I got them save the fact that they are old windows. I’m all about renew, reuse, recycle, save money and use vintage. Now, vintage is “in”, so it is getting a bit pricey at the boutique antique places, but you can still find a lot at flea markets and garage sales for way less. Seriously, I found a silver-plated flute for $10 and a typewriter table for $3 at the local flea market. Boutique antique shops would sell those items at premium prices.

By the way, guess where I’m going this weekend? That’s right. I’m gonna pop some tags, I got $20 in my pocket!

Back to the point of this ramble. I have all these old windows. I also have an unremarkable backyard. It slopes in a weird way and has these weird angles. So I went to my rabbit hole, AKA Pinterest and did a search for reusing old windows. And of course, found an easy solution.

Not exactly what I want, but close. I do want one of the windows on hinges so it opens. And I want to use shelf brackets on the joints of the two windows on the roof for decorative purposes. But it’s an idea. And it would free up a lot of stuff in the garage. Um, a lot of breakable stuff.

It’s an adorable (yes, I used that word) addition to the backyard and would be a pretty focal point, as well as a nice place to display sun-loving flowers. As for the rest of the windows, who knows. I thought maybe make end tables, or mirrors, or maybe a curio cabinet.

But for now, one idea at a time πŸ˜‰


Friday Sithy

Oh dear GAWD I want to make this for Halloween one year.

Steampunk Leia. Tell me that’s not awesome. I dare you πŸ˜‰


In the Eyes of the Beholding Thrift Shop

I was running errands today, enjoying the 1,675% humidity courtesy of the light rain shower this morning. It’s Wednesday, which means local thrift stores have pulled all their hauls from the weekend for sale. Usually I can find something fun like a pretty glass or tea cup. Those items are pretty easy to recognize. But sometimes I am flabbergasted at how some stuff gets identified.

I was perusing a beautiful dry sink (identified as a “table with drawer”) that was way out of my price range when my eyes alighted on the item inside the bottom shelf.

Pretty, no? And I bet most of you can tell it is a chamber pot. To be precise, an antique Staffordshire porcelain chamber pot in almost perfect condition. No chips, no cracks, and the gilt is almost like new with very few exceptions.

I have a thing for orchids* and I loved the design. You can’t really tell, but the design is outlined in brown and filled in with gold. It hardly had any scratches inside. It was immaculate!

I took it to the front desk to check out and the lady running the register remarked on it. Hilarity ensued.

Cashier: Oh, so happy someone is taking this bowl home. It’s so pretty.

Me: Bowl?

Cashier: Yes, the owner called it a fruit and salad bowl.

Me: A salad bowl??

Cashier: Yes….why?

Me: This is a chamber pot.

Cashier: ………….

Me: ………….

*both of us burst out laughing*

So you see, it’s always a question of angles. One person saw the item in a different way, for a different use. And interpretation, like beauty, is always in the eye of the beholder.

I just hope the previous owner never served food in it. To anyone πŸ˜€

*I have a thing for most flowers, really, but orchids remind me of home.